Long Way Home by Carolyn Gray (31 page)

in short, sharp bites that made Gev cry out, the sound shooting straight to Lee’s groin. Gev’s

hand flailed, smacking against the door. A laugh escaped him, and Lee paused long enough to

join him, then snaked one hand up his back and cupped his scalp. His scent—musky, woodsy

somehow—was all Gev, and Lee was grateful he hadn’t yet stepped into the shower, hadn’t yet

rinsed away his singular taste.

Lee’s cock swelled impossibly huge. The sizzle of Gev’s hands on his body wasn’t

enough. He had to have more, wanted inside Gev, needed to feel his tight heat as Lee slammed

into him. But fucking hell, not here, not now. He didn’t have a single condom on him.

“I want to fuck you,” Lee said, his voice rough with hunger. “Dammit.” Pressing his

forehead to Gev’s, he took several deep breaths. “Tonight.”

“Yes,” Gev said hoarsely as Lee reached between them and grabbed both their cocks in his

hand. Gev was uncut, Lee realized heatedly, his own cock pulsing furiously. He liked an uncut

guy. The clash of their cocks, hot and dripping, nearly knocked him over. He pressed them

together, stroking, playing with Gev’s foreskin, making him whimper. Lee liked that. Did it

again.

“Fuck,” Gev whispered. Lee rubbed their cockheads with his thumb, and Gev shuddered.

“Cruel bastard.”

“Maybe a little.” Lee caught Gev’s lips again with his own, silencing him. He tasted good,

faintly of the gum they’d had earlier. Delicious.

Lee reached behind Gev and grabbed his ass, fingers scraping across the cheek. Gev broke

away from Lee’s mouth and buried his head in the crook of Lee’s shoulder, his hand joining

Lee’s on his cock. Their breathing came hard and noisy, the shower drowning out the sound,

though Lee wasn’t sure he gave a damn. He had to fight to keep the rhythm, keep standing,

holding Gev up as his legs all but gave way.

“Move your hand,” Lee ordered, and Gev did so, his body taut and humming like the

strings of Lee’s guitar. Lee stroked him. He wanted to get Gev off, their faces and bodies pressed

so close like this, thighs straining, Gev’s beautiful body
his
, at least for this moment, this brief,

furious moment.

“Oh, God, Lee. Fuck!” Gev screwed his eyes shut and twisted his head to the side as Lee

sped up, varying the firmness of his grip, his thumb playing over Gev’s cock slit. He was

relentless, not giving Gev a second to deal with what he was doing. He couldn’t take his eyes off

Gev’s face, drinking in and relishing how deeply Gev exposed himself, shameless and eager.

Possessed.

Gev’s body tensed, his eyes shot open, and he came hard in Lee’s hand, hips thrusting,

each burst pumping Lee up further. Gev gasped, moving his head from side to side, his entire

body shaking. His eyes locked with Lee’s, not moving away even as the aftershocks of his

orgasm rippled through him. He showed it all to Lee, sharing it with him. It was the most

beautiful sight Lee had ever seen.

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“Your turn,” Gev said breathlessly and pushed off the wall, then yanked Lee around so
he

was the one against the wall.

And then Gev dropped to his knees.

“Fuck,” Lee ground out as Gev held Lee’s hips still and took him into his mouth. Lee

stared down in fascination, but all sense of control fled as Gev sucked and licked and pulled at

his cock, one hand toying with his balls, teasing him, playing with him in a way Lee had never

experienced in his life. He smacked his hands against the wall, then reached out to sink his

fingers into Gev’s hair, gripping his head, unable to keep quiet. Fucking hell, he hoped Trish was

still in the kitchen.

But he didn’t give a damn about that—about anything besides the hot mouth on his cock,

the hand squeezing his balls, the other hand snaking around to play with his ass.

Gev knew what the hell he was doing.

There was no holding it back then, and with a groan, gripping Gev’s head lest he get some

crazy idea of pulling away, Lee came hard, shoving into Gev’s mouth. He took it, moaning

around Lee’s cock, riding it out until it was over.

Lee was a wrung-out wreck. He reached down and pulled Gev up, not saying anything. He

didn’t want to say anything, dammit. Calmer now, he pulled Gev with him into the shower and

kissed him gently as the still-warm water flowed over their heated bodies.

Gev wrapped his arms around Lee, and Lee did the same, holding him now, rocking him a

little. It felt so good, so damn good. And so damn right. Gev was his.
His
. Ever since he’d first

seen Gev on that stage—that was only a few days ago?—he’d wanted him. It freaked out Lee a

little, the thought of what would’ve happened if he’d walked away then. Would all the rest of the

week’s horrors have happened still? He pushed the thought aside; he wouldn’t think of that now.

He slid one hand up Gev’s chest, up his neck, and cradled his face. Gev pulled back, a

worried look in his eyes, but Lee bent and kissed his bruised eye, then his mouth. “Wash your

hair?”

“Yeah,” Gev said.

The water was starting to cool. Lee poured shampoo in his hand and gestured for Gev to do

the same. “We better hurry, then.”

Gev laughed. Lee liked that sound, the flash of happiness across his face. They both got

down to business, washing their hair, taking turns rinsing off. It made Lee think of a well-

choreographed dance, and he guessed it was, in a way. They moved through their motions

smoothly, as if they’d been showering together for years.

Lee grabbed the soap and started to lather his body, but Gev stole the bar from him and ran

it all over Lee’s body, his free hand wiping the soap off. When he reached between Lee’s legs,

Lee felt himself responding. Damn cock. Gev ignored Lee’s hissing as he lathered him up and

rinsed him off.

Finally done tormenting him, Gev turned off the rapidly cooling water. Lee pushed open

the door, grabbed the towel Gev had worn, and tossed it at him. “Did Trish see you run up the

stairs?”

Gev started to dry himself, a guilty look on his face. “I think so. She probably called Drew

to tell her all about it.”

“They a couple?”

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“Yup. Couldn’t you tell?”

Warmth and—did he dare think it?—happiness rippled through Lee. “Drew’s probably

already back.”

“We were that long?” Gev asked as he rubbed the towel over his head.

Lee paused to watch, really taking in Gev’s body now. His hands itched; he wanted to

explore that body completely, every bit of it. He wanted Gev on his back, his legs pushed up,

vulnerable, wanted to take him as hard as he could, watch his face as he felt every inch of Lee’s

cock push into him. He wanted to render that beautiful, controlled, perfect body perfectly

helpless, completely out of control.

Shaking the thought out of his mind—for now—he finished drying off, then looked over at

Gev, whose hair was standing up in all directions. Lee stepped closer and pulled Gev against

him, still warm but dry now. Gev came to him willingly, sighing with what sounded like wonder,

joy, and relief all mixed together. Slightly shorter, Gev fit so well against him. Lee looked at

them in the mirror; Gev did the same.

“Look good together,” Gev said.

Lee frowned, smacking his stomach. He didn’t have the hard body that Gev did, but he

wasn’t too bad, he thought. “I better start working out.”

“No. I like you like this.”

“Fat?”

“Uh, cuddly?”

Lee rolled his eyes. “We’d better get dressed. Our coffee’s probably cold by now.”

“And all the doughnuts gone.” Gev released him. “Shit. My stuff is still downstairs.”

Lee opened his bag and dug out a clean T-shirt, boxers, and jeans. “I’ll go get your stuff.”

He pulled on his clothes as he watched Gev.

“What?” Gev said, then cringed. “I know. I can’t believe I did that either.”

“I’m glad you did,” Lee said, meaning it.

“You are?”

Lee closed the distance between them and cradled Gev’s face between his hands. “I’m glad

for everything—for coming here, for whoever sent that damn ticket so I could see you onstage,

so amazing, so incredible.”

Green eyes searched Lee’s, a proud smile playing across Gev’s lips. “You liked that, huh?

You should see me dance solo.”

I have
. “I’d like that.”

“I’ll dance for you when all this madness is over.”

Lee dropped his hands but kissed Gev on his unhurt cheek. “It will be over. Soon.”

“I hope so,” Gev said, the albatross back between them. “Lee, are you really here?”

Lee knew what he meant—
Are you really here with me
? A pang of sadness that he’d been

right about Gev’s worries stabbed him, but he understood it too. “Yeah. I am. I meant it when I

said I’m not leaving you, that I’m here for
you
. No matter what you do or where you go.”

Gev looked so unsure of himself. “I’m not sure where I’ll go. I don’t think I can stay here,

though.”

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“What about a different ballet company?”

Gev’s lips quirked. “Margot wanted me to audition for the Miami City Ballet. Kind of

messed that up.”

Even Lee knew the move would be a good one for Gev. Florida—why not? “Surely under

the circumstances…?”

“Probably. But what about your wor—”

Lee stopped him. “No. We’ll worry about the future and everything later. We’ll figure it

out.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a comb. “I’ll be right back. Unless you want to

come on downstairs with me…”

“No,” Gev said. “I’ll wait. I’ve given Trish enough to lord over me already.”

They both had, and Lee didn’t regret a second of it.

He trotted down the stairs, glad Trish wasn’t nearby to see him. He gathered Gev’s things,

then headed back upstairs as she was coming inside with Drew. They were talking about

something, and Drew caught his eye.

“There you are. Done? Doughnuts and coffee are here.”

“Be right back.” He continued upstairs to the bathroom.

“They see you?”

“Yeah, Drew did.”

“You should stay in here till I get dressed,” Gev said.

“Why?”

He put his duffel on the counter and unzipped it. “She’ll hit you with a thousand questions

if you go down there now.”

“That’s all right. I can handle it. Maybe she can help.” He reached out and rubbed Gev’s

cheek. “You can use my razor.”

“You don’t like me rough?” Gev asked, such an innocent expression on his face, for a

second Lee thought he was referring to something else.

Lee raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t seen rough yet.” He gave Gev a quick kiss. “I’ll go

on down.”

“Don’t eat my cinnamon roll.”

Lee closed the door behind himself and headed downstairs, slower this time, unable to

believe how lucky he was. When he walked into the kitchen, Drew eyed him. “Where’s Gev?”

“Shaving. He’ll be down in a minute.”

She had that predatory smile only lawyers seemed to know how to use. “Fantastic. I can

ask you some questions, then. If you don’t mind.”

He took a cup of coffee. “Don’t mind at all. We were hoping you could help us.”

“Good. So, I was thinking—have you considered that this hoodie guy you keep seeing

might not be trying to hurt Gev but trying to warn him?”

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Gev really, really didn’t know what had possessed him to send that picture, but he was

damn glad he had. As Lee went back downstairs, Gev used Lee’s razor. It was stainless steel and

quite nice, not your standard throwaway. He was enough of a romantic to entertain the thought of

having a home with Lee, sharing a bathroom, a razor—but two toothbrushes, of course.

He found his phone where Lee had tucked it in the duffel bag. He opened the picture that

Lee had sent of himself, then saved it. That was one game he would start again, someday. He

checked for missed calls—one, from Nina. Calling back, he got her voice mail and left a

message: “Hey, it’s me. I’m okay. We’re at Drew and Trish’s. Call me back later.” He started to

hang up, but an idea punched into his mind. “See if you can get Stefan’s journal without Mom

knowing, okay? I want to see it. Love you, and everything’s okay.
Very
okay,” he added, then hit

End. Nina would jump on that last part.

He dressed quickly and finger-combed his hair into its usual messy disarray. He looked

seriously relaxed; sex with Lee had been amazing. He was still tired and hungry, but for a little

while, the pervasive fear slamming him had gone away. Lee’s promise to fuck him later was

definitely going to make the day drag.

Lee topping him? He’d fantasized that scenario over the years often enough, but damn,

he’d never thought… Bracing himself on the counter, he stared at his reflection. His upper