Of Love (10 page)

Dex bit his lips, and his eyes twinkled merrily as they waited for the people to get on and the doors to close again. Luckily they only had a single floor to go up before they got off.

As soon as they got out on their floor and the elevator doors had closed behind them, Dex burst out into laughter. “Did you see those faces?”

“Yep. You horrified them. Horrified.”

“Me and my big gay sexiness.”

Kent started singing about the big gay sexiness, using the tune for “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”

Dex wheezed he was laughing so hard, so Kent added a dance that was a mixture of prancing and wiggling. Dex collapsed back against the door, just howling.

They managed to get to their room, but just barely, before they slumped to the sofa, giggling madly.

“Oh God.” Dex was wiping the tears away from his face.

They slumped together, still shaking with pleasure.

“Man, that’s almost as good as an orgasm.” Dex held him lightly, hand sliding along his back.

“Good ab work, right?” Kent leaned hard for a second, then shrugged out of his coat.

“It’s the endorphins.” Dex gave him a kiss before starting to strip off his outer clothes too.

“It’s just good fun.” He pulled his shoes off, put them aside. “Oh, better.”

“Exactly. Good fun is full of endorphins.”

Kent was going to have to shut Dex up somehow. He reached out and took a kiss, diving into it. Dex opened up, letting him in and following his lead. A low, happy moan filled his mouth. Yeah. That’s what he needed.

Dex shifted, tugging him into the vee formed by Dex’s legs.

“Hey.” God, this felt right.

“Hey, sweet. We fit together like a lock and key, don’t we?” Dex grabbed his ass and rocked them together.

“Yes.” Oh fuck yes. His cock was aching, loving the friction Dex was offering him.

Nodding, Dex grabbed his mouth, sucking on his tongue. His hips moved steadily, rocking hard. Dex pushed a hand between them, working their pants open at a snail’s pace. Tease. It felt luxurious, though, like they had a lifetime to do this.

When Dex finally got their pants open, they settled together, moving to rub cocks. It was slow, but nowhere near lazy. His hips knew exactly what they needed.

“That’s perfect,” Dex told him, eyes gazing up into his own.

“We are. God, you make me need.”

“Yes. So much.” One of Dex’s legs wrapped around him, heel digging into his ass.

The little throb of ache made Kent’s eyes cross, and he pushed all that much closer. They moved faster, hips pressing together, their balls slapping almost painfully.

“Oh. Oh, babe. Honey. Gonna.” That little zing was too much, and Kent was going to come.

Dex nodded for him, mouth opening on a gasp. Kent wasn’t sure who came first, but he knew it didn’t matter. They were both slick and messy, and it smelled like sex. Like them and sex.

Dex slid a hand between them, then brought his now come-covered hand back up, licking at his fingers. Kent leaned up, fighting for a taste of his own. Dex offered his fingers over, moaning at the first touch of his tongue.

“Mmm.” Kent sucked him in, pulled hard, tongue slapping Dex’s fingers.

“God, you’re going to make me stay hard,” Dex told him.

Kent grinned and let Dex’s fingers pop out. “Love how you make me feel.”

“Me too.” Dex slid a hand down to his ass. “I could make you feel all sorts of good stuff.”

“I’m into that. Good stuff. Totally.”

“Tell me we have lube and condoms.”

“Uh. I have two in my wallet,” Kent admitted. He’d taken to keeping them on him when he and Dex had started being intimate. Just in case they were needed.

“That’s condoms taken care of….” Dex’s face lit up. “I should have a tube in my jacket pocket.”

“You carry lube?” No shit?

“I was getting a rash beneath my arms from my wetsuit a while back. A little lube before the suit went on made all the difference.”

“Rash lube.” Kent started grinning. God, that was funny.

“Fuck off.” Dex was starting to laugh again too, though.

Kent fought the laughter as long as he could, but they were as bad as teenagers with the giggles. They slipped off the couch, which made them both laugh all the harder.

“Come on, babe. Let’s put our clothes out and order room service.” Kent waited a beat before moving on. “I mean, maybe we can get salad dressing to lube up with.”

Dex burst out laughing again. “That was so bad.”

“Yeah.” So bad. So good. Whichever.

“The room service and clothes-cleaning thing was a good idea, though. As is moving to the bed for lovemaking.”

“I’m a wealth of good ideas, honey,” Kent said.

“You are. And you’ve got a crazy good sense of humor.” Dex leaned up on his elbows, his clothes twisted and half off, his hair tousled.

“Uh-huh.” Kent leaned up, took another kiss. God, he loved this man.

Dex’s mouth opened, tongue sliding along Kent’s lips, then over his tongue. It was slow and lazy, but intense, hot at the same time. They were never going to get as far as the bed. Never.

He couldn’t think of a single reason why that was a bad thing, though. Not even one.

BREAKFAST IN
bed had to be the most decadent thing ever. Kent had ordered them the big one too. They each had a tray full of food, from omelets to fruit danishes. And now they were feeding each other, laughing—God, they always laughed together, it was amazing—and getting crumbs everywhere.

Dex grabbed one of the breakfast sausages and put one end in his mouth, leaning over to feed the other end to Kent.

“Little dicks!” Kent hooted, biting it in half.

While it was what he’d intended it to look like, Dex still nearly choked to death on the half he still had in his mouth.

“Careful! Easy!” Kent patted him on the back. “No choking on my watch.”

Coughing, he nodded. He wasn’t a fan of choking, period. “Sorry,” he finally managed. “You just make me laugh.”

“I’m charming.” Kent handed him a glass of orange juice.

“Oh, I think you’re way more than charming.” And he was so in love with this man.

Careful of the glass of juice, he leaned in and shared a sausage-flavored kiss with Kent. He couldn’t believe that Kent wanted to have a baby, interrupt this amazing love affair, curtail any chance of freedom they had. He pushed the thoughts from his mind, though. This was theirs. This day, this moment, this kiss.

Kent reached out, fingers sliding on his belly, tugging his short hairs so gently. His cock perked up immediately, growing like it was trying to reach Kent’s fingers.

“Mmm. Strawberry?”

“Huh?” Dex blinked at Kent.

“Do you want to share a strawberry next?” Kent placed one between his teeth.

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” He nodded and leaned in, wrapping his lips around the berry. It was neat, the berry cold, Kent’s lips so warm. The juice painted their lips as he bit into it.

Kent ate his half, then swooped in to lick Dex’s lips clean. Groaning, he made sure to swallow before returning the favor, tasting both Kent and berries.

“Tastes good, huh?” Kent asked.

“You do.” He licked his own lips, searching for a bit of Kent on them. When he didn’t find it, he leaned in and licked Kent’s lips again.

Kent chuckled for him, the sound happy, bouncing against his lips.

“I can’t remember ever having a better breakfast.” Dex knew it was the company, knew stale croissants would have earned the same reaction.

“It’s a good one, isn’t it?” Kent touched him constantly.

“It is. We should share them more often.” Waking up with Kent was special.

“You know you’re welcome as rain, honey, don’t you?”

Nodding, he slid his fingers along Kent’s collarbone.

“Good. Good.” Kent’s eyelids got heavy, just like his pretty cock did.

Dex danced his fingertips across Kent’s throat, then slid them along Kent’s other collarbone. He followed the same path with his tongue, his lips. He loved that they’d decided to follow their impulses, that they had all morning to take their time and be lazy.

He dipped his finger in the pot of honey, dragged it across Kent’s skin before licking it up. His next move was to cover Kent’s right nipple with the sweet stuff. Then he moved in slowly so Kent would know he was headed for that nipple.

“Oh sweet fuck. Yes. Yes, lover.”

He was smiling as he reached Kent’s nipple. Lapping at it first, he then wrapped his lips around the area and sucked. Kent leaned back, humming softly.

“Your skin tastes sweeter than the honey,” Dex noted.

“Flatterer.” Kent stroked Dex’s hair, tucked it behind his ear.

“Nope. You eat all that candy, and I think you sweat out sugar.”

“Yeah, one day it’ll catch up to me,” Kent said.

Dex rubbed his hand along Kent’s belly, the fine little abs. “Today is not that day.”

“No. Not today.” Kent arched for him, body rippling. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah, you too.”

Dex pushed Kent over, rolling on top of him and kissing him. Their bodies fit so well together, his cock cradled beside Kent’s, sliding on the smooth warmth. Their bodies, their lives, their likes and dislikes… everything matched up. Almost everything.

Dex kissed Kent harder, losing himself in it. He didn’t want to think about anything right now but how good this all felt. So that’s what he did, just loved on Kent the best he could.

Kent’s hand found the back of his head, fingers digging in as they rubbed. Groaning, he rocked them together, their cocks hot as they slid together.

“Don’t stop.” Kent’s words were pushed into his mouth.

No, he wasn’t going to stop, not until they were both sweaty, sticky, and well-satisfied. At which point he fully intended to start again.

He got a hand around both their cocks, stroking eagerly. Kent’s free hand moved to tug and twist at his nipples, the little teases maddening. Groaning, he pushed into the touches, silently telling Kent how good it was. Kent started losing his rhythm, the roll of his hips becoming jerky, restless.

Dex looked into the sherry-colored eyes, pressed closer as he squeezed them even tighter together. Kent gasped, face going lax, eyes unfocused as heat poured between them.

“Oh, sweet….” Dex breathed the smell in deeply, loving it.

It only took a few more strokes before he came too, adding his heat between their bellies, changing the smell to
them
. Perfect. God, it was perfect.

“I love you, Kent McMann.” More than anything.

Kent offered him a watery smile. “Ditto.”

“Excellent.” Dex took another kiss, letting their come grow cold between them.

Kent kissed his temple, lips clinging to his skin.

“I could live in this moment forever,” Dex said softly.

“Yeah. Yeah, you and me and breakfast.”

“You and me and this feeling right here.” Not to be schmaltzy, but it was perfect. Right here like this.

And Kent was going to change it.

He closed his eyes and kissed Kent again. No thinking. No thinking. Just this. Nothing more.

KENT MET
Elizabeth at her ob-gyn’s office, so conflicted he couldn’t breathe. He loved Dex. Dex loved him. Dex didn’t like kids. He was having a baby. God.

Elizabeth hugged him and gave him a tentative smile. “You okay, honey?”

“I’m great. Nervous. You?”

“Excited. We’re getting to see your baby today!”

“I know.” His hands were shaking like leaves on a tree. “I know. God.”

She laughed and squeezed his fingers.

When the nurse called Elizabeth’s name, she squeezed again. “Come on, honey.”

“Yep. Baby. Baby, baby, baby.” He was going to throw up.

She chuckled, and they went into the ultrasound room. The lights were low, and there was a bed next to the machine. The machine that was going to show him his baby.

“Do I just sit? Do you have to get naked? Are we going to hear the heartbeat? I want to record it on my phone.” His hand was wrapped tight around it, and he was ready to whip it out.

She laughed. “Just sit, honey, and get your phone out. You don’t have to worry about seeing my naked flesh, except for a bit of my belly, and yes, we are totally going to hear the heartbeat.”

“I don’t mind your belly. I’m just…. This is really happening, right?” Kent was beside himself.

“It is.” She patted her belly. “I know you’re going to be anyway, but you don’t need to be nervous. You’re going to be a wonderful father, Kent.”

“I hope so. I really do. I’m sacrificing a lot on the hope that I don’t suck at it.”

She frowned at him, but before she could say anything, the doctor came in.

“Good morning! How are we feeling today?”

Kent looked at Elizabeth, who cracked up. “Well, I don’t know about you two gentlemen, but I have to pee like a racehorse.”

“Perfect!” The doctor—a young man with a warm smile and kinky-curly red hair—beamed. “That makes the ultrasound easier. I know you must be excited, sir.”

“Kent. Hey.”

“So let’s get started. We try to keep the bed at a good height, but let me know if you need any help getting on it or lying back.”

Kent helped Elizabeth get down onto the bed and kissed her cheek. “Thank you. I’ve said that, right?” This was the most perfect gift, and he could never repay her or thank her enough.

“Over and over. I know how much you want this and how grateful you are—that’s why I’m doing it.” She took his hand again, holding on tight.

The doctor splurted goo on Elizabeth’s belly, then started pushing what looked like a remote against her belly. Kent heard a soft whooshing, a fast rhythmic sound that was all muffled and weird.

“Is that the heartbeat? Is it normal?” Kent asked.

The doctor shook his head. “No, no, everything is fine—you don’t need to worry about that. But that’s not just a heartbeat. There are more than one.”

“What?” He and Liz spoke together, both of them staring at the doctor.

“Let’s see if we can get a better view.” The doctor moved the wand around on Elizabeth’s belly. “There they are.”