“But you’re gay! You need to tell them. You said everyone knew about you.”
“Everyone knows. They don’t care. We’re supposed to produce children.”
He pulled at his hair, eyes bugging. “Children? Are you nuts? Is your family crazy?”
Killian stared down at his hands. “Anyway, that’s why I slept with you. Because I wanted to be with someone who really attracted me before… well, just before. I tried to stay away from you.” He looked up. “You know I did. But you wouldn’t leave me alone, and I wanted you so badly. I quit fighting.” He looked back down. “But I didn’t know it would be like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like the earth moving. Like sex has never been for me. Like the idea of marrying her and never seeing you again makes me physically ill. Like that.” He wasn’t even going to try to explain the other stuff.
Blaine sat back beside him and tightened an arm around Killian’s shoulders again. “Oh, baby, there has to be something we can do.”
Too sweet. Killian burrowed into Blaine’s embrace. Just like in his daydreams. “There’s nothing. Nothing.”
“When is this ridiculous charade supposed to take place?”
“A week from this coming Saturday.”
“Jesus. We’ll think of something. Maybe we can find her someone else to marry.”
Killian looked up from the softness of Blaine’s neck. “I wish.”
Blaine grinned and kissed Killian’s nose. “I know it will be hard to track down a replacement as incredible as you.”
He has no idea.
Blaine’s long fingers wrapped around his cheek. Slowly Blaine brought his mouth to Killian’s. Oh, sweet. A deep, slow burn filled his belly. He yearned for Blaine. Every moment since he had crawled out of his apartment last night—yearning, longing. He hated himself for it, but it was true. Truth. Blaine didn’t have to come here. He could have sent Al home or kept him. But he came back. Always. Killian’s mouth opened of its own accord. He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to crawl inside Blaine’s body. He was such a hypocrite, but he didn’t care.
Blaine moaned. He began ripping at his own clothing, pulling his jacket and shirt off, toeing off his shoes, leaving him in skin, socks, and very intrusive jeans.
Killian felt his hands tingle. He longed to just spell his clothing into nothingness, he wanted to feel that skin so bad. He pressed his bare chest, covered in his mane of hair, against Blaine. Like silk on silk.
“I love this hair.” Blaine pulled handfuls and wrapped it around his own shoulder. “I want to drown in it.”
Killian tugged at the jeans. “Get these damned pants off.”
“Same to you.”
Killian pulled down the sweatpants.
Blaine produced some condoms and lube from his jeans pocket and then pushed the pants down his hips.
Killian laughed. “Planning ahead?”
“Hope springs eternal.” Blaine had his jeans and socks off and pushed Killian backward on the couch. Talk about going willingly. In one move, Blaine was on top of him and pressing their swollen cocks together. Thunder rumbled. Oh gods, not again. Blaine rode against him so fast, their dripping dicks could have created enough friction to light the city.
Blaine grinned. “More of that weird weather?”
“Get it in me, please.” He was on fire.
Blaine sat back on his knees and pulled on the condom while Killian raised his legs beside his hips, baring his throbbing ass. Blaine had lube on that rod in a second, and Killian added a little extra in his hole with a thought. He was so anxious. Had to be careful with his magic. The thunder rumbled again. Blaine pressed his cock against Killian’s hot hole and pushed. The stretching felt like heaven. “Oh gods! Yes, please.”
“Shit, baby, I’m desperate.” Blaine began to ride him hard. In deep. Out to the tip. Back in so far, he lit up Killian’s gland like a power switch. Pleasure! Like a power rush. Gods, how could he live without this? How could he live without Blaine? This must be what the other witches thought too—the humans seduced them so completely, they couldn’t leave them. Now Killian knew why. Oh, Powers, if there was a heaven for witches, this was it. Blaine. Oh gods, Blaine!
“You’re so great. I’m…. Oh God, come with me.” Blaine’s hips thrust deep into Killian’s body, dragging his abdomen across a cock so ready to explode Killian couldn’t hold it back.
“Yes, yes.” Semen spurted from his too-sensitive cock onto Blaine’s chest, and the frantic pumping rubbed it into Killian’s own skin. Tingling crawled across his nerve endings. The white light again. In