Playing With Fire (Glasgow Lads Book 3) (31 page)

Robert swallowed as he slicked his fingers. “Okay.”

“Gonnae no shove it in, obviously. Tease first, like I did to you last night.”

Smiling at the memory, Robert reached down and gave a tentative twirl around the outside of Liam’s hole. Its warm, inviting feel made his mouth water and his prick throb.

“Mmm.” Liam made a noise of anticipation, tilting his hips. “Now when you feel me give way, go ahead and put it in, just the wee tip.”

Robert nodded eagerly. Having Liam tell him what to do was an unexpected turn-on.

When he sensed a subtle softening, he pressed his finger forward, sliding barely the tip inside. “Oh…that’s…” He had no words for how it felt.

“Aye.” Liam’s eyes grew hooded, lashes fluttering. “Okay, now out, then in a bit more.”

Robert deepened his touch, watching his lover’s face for signs to hold back. Liam’s lips formed a dreamy curve, his tongue poking between them, wetting the corners of his mouth as Robert gently explored him.

Soon Liam whispered, “Now start over, but with two fingers.”

Robert did as he was told, relishing the soft whimpers his touch provoked. “Is that good?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.” Liam squirmed against his hand, urging him deeper. “Remember how it felt for you last night?”

“I remember.” He thought of what else Liam had done to him. “Shall I, erm, lick you too?” In theory, he’d do anything for this man, but
that
seemed a bit advanced at the moment.

“Not tonight.” Liam bent one of his knees and slid a foot against Robert’s thigh. “Just fuck me.”

Robert’s cock nodded its assent, already feeling like it would burst. As he carefully rolled on a condom, he wondered if his hands’ trembling could be seen in the dim bedroom light.

“Like this?” he asked, placing his hands on Liam’s outspread knees.

“Mm-hm. I want to see your gorgeous face the first time you’re inside me.” Liam handed over the lube. “Make it happen.”

Robert slicked himself down, biting his lip at the touch of his own hand. Liam pulled his thighs back to spread his arse wider. Robert’s prick jerked again at the sight.

Bracing one hand against the bed, Robert used the other to stroke the head of his cock over Liam’s hole, just as he’d done with his fingers. “Tell me when.”

“Whenever.” Liam drew in a deep breath, looking like he was trying to relax.

“I’ll be careful.”

“I know you will.” Liam closed his eyes as Robert applied steady pressure, trying not to poke. “But thanks for saying so.”

Robert hesitated. As many times as he’d witnessed this in porn films, it still seemed an unlikely fit. How would they ever—

And suddenly they just
were
, as Liam’s body gave way, pliable as his mouth.

Robert sucked in a breath. No, this was far tighter and hotter than any mouth. He was barely an inch inside and already overwhelmed.

Beneath him, Liam emitted a soft “Ochhhh.” His left hand folded over Robert’s ribs, then he opened his eyes. “You okay?”

Robert nodded, but he held himself rigid, afraid to move.

“Out and in now,” Liam whispered. “Don’t push, but don’t hold back. Just let it happen.”

“Right.” Placing his other hand on the bed for stability, Robert relaxed his hips. Instantly he glided an inch deeper. “Fuck.” The sensation of Liam expanding around him flooded his mind with awe.
“Don’t push, but don’t hold back,”
he repeated to himself. As Liam engulfed him further, Robert took in a deep, shaky breath, then let it out. “God, that’s…”

“I know.” Liam regarded him with hazy, heavy-lidded eyes, his broad chest rising and falling.

Then all progress stopped, as though Robert had reached a barrier, though he was only half-enveloped. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” Liam panted a couple of times. “This is the part where we wait.”

“For what?”

“For my body to cooperate.”

“Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, lad.” Liam reached up and touched Robert’s cheek. “You’re doing everything right.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Liam’s eyes crinkled. “Mm-hm.”

Robert leaned over slowly, keeping his weight on his hands. He kept the kiss tender and soft, just the way he wanted Liam inside.

It seemed to be what Liam’s body was waiting for, as it opened up and took Robert nearly all the way.

“Och.” Robert gasped against Liam’s mouth. “You’re so—” A shudder overtook him. “Dunno how long I can last.”

“It’s okay. Come here.” Liam lowered his legs and put his arms around Robert, letting him rest upon him. “Just relax. Slower is better.”

He was right. Robert felt his control return as they lay chest to chest, simply breathing each other in and out. He kept his own muscles loose, moving only his pelvis. It seemed he could feel every contour of Liam’s passage around his cock.

He shifted one arm to rest on the pillow beside Liam’s head, so he could gain more leverage and also run his hand through his mate’s—his boyfriend’s—coarse red hair.

Liam sighed against Robert’s lips. “So good,” he murmured.

“Aye.” He felt another wave of overwhelm. “I cannae believe this is us. You and me. Here.”

“Shhh.” Liam kissed him softly. “Make love, not thoughts.”

Robert continued, keeping his movements as slow as he could bear. He wanted to last a while, but worried he would bore Liam. He needed to find out what else his lover liked.

Beneath him, Liam stretched his legs, then caressed Robert’s calves with his bare feet.

Robert jerked. “Oi, they’re cold.”

“Are they?” Liam raised his legs and pressed his feet to Robert’s thighs. “How about now?”

Robert laughed and shivered. “Colder.”

Liam lifted his hips and spread his knees wide, then clamped his feet onto Robert’s arse. “How about now?”

Robert yelped. “Still cold, ya bellend!” He reached back to grab the offending feet, but Liam yanked them out of the way and waved them in the air.

“Catch me if you can,” he sang.

“Oh, I can.” Robert reared up onto his knees and seized Liam’s ankles. “See?”

Liam didn’t answer. His mouth and eyes were slammed open, like he’d been shot.

“Are you okay?” Robert asked.

“Aye, good.” His chin tilted up, quivering. “Really good. ”

Robert realized the change in position had driven him deeper inside. He slowly moved his hips back, then forward, swearing he could feel the bulge of Liam’s prostate against his shaft. Liam gave a low, pleading moan in response.

Robert shifted his hands up behind Liam’s knees, then began to thrust with more confidence. “You like this?”

“Yes!” Liam gasped. “I love it. I love—” Then he bit his lip hard and turned his head to the side.

Robert nearly broke his rhythm at the sound of this near-declaration. Liam couldn’t have been about to say—

“Fuck me, Rab,” he whispered. “Fuck me till I come.”

It was all he wanted in the world right now. He gripped Liam’s thighs and kept going, smoother and deeper than ever. Beneath them, the mattress shifted and creaked with his cadence.

“Ohhhh…” Liam grasped his own cock and began to stroke with manic purpose. “Yes. Faster. Harder.”

Robert obeyed, watching this miracle unfold beneath him.

Liam dropped his other hand to the sheets, grasping and flailing. “God…Rabbie…” The second syllable of his name seemed to curl up, like it had a question mark after it.

Robert had only one answer.
Yes. Yes yes yes YES.

Suddenly Liam’s neck arched and bulged, and he released a long, shaky, near-shriek as he came. “Ahlauhoo!”

Robert went still for a moment.
Did he just say ‘I love you’?

Then he felt Liam’s arse pulse around his cock, obliterating every thought. Robert threw back his head as his whole body spasmed. He surged forward, practically bending Liam in half, rocking against him in a ragged, helpless rhythm.

Liam reached down and grasped Robert’s arse, pulling him so deep his balls pressed skin as they rose and tightened, then released. Beneath his own groans of orgasm, Robert heard Liam murmur his name again and again.

As the last drops left him, Robert gave Liam one more long, melding kiss. Then he carefully withdrew from Liam’s quivering body, lowering his boyfriend’s legs to the bed. At last he collapsed onto the soft mattress, feeling somehow drained and strengthened at the same time.

For a long while they lay side by side, breath slowing, staring at the dark ceiling where a plaster crack ran down the center, nearly the length of the room. Once he could finally move, Robert discarded the condom in the bin beside the bed. Then he lay down again and took Liam’s hand. “Thank you.”

“For letting you fuck me? It was a huge sacrifice, as you can tell.” Liam trailed a finger through the cum on his abs, making swirly patterns. “Hmm, I wonder if I can write my name in this.”

Robert drew Liam’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not thanking you for that.”

“I’d write
your
name,” Liam continued, “but it’s too long. Though I suppose I could do
Rab
.”

“I’m thanking you for this entire weekend. Including last night.” Robert let out a happy sigh. “It was a belter of a first date.”

“Oh, that.” Liam stretched out to grab a tissue with his free hand. “Fergus did it.” He avoided Robert’s eyes as he cleaned himself. “Said he had a free night with his rewards points, but I’m not sure that’s true. He might’ve just paid for it and told me it cost him nothing, to save my pride. That’s the sort of mate he is.”

Robert decided to ignore Fergus’s warning and just be honest. “I know.” He held Liam’s hand tighter. “I saw him last night in the lobby.”

A
SHIVER
WENT
through Liam, and he felt doubly naked. “Fergus knows about us?”

Robert’s eyes filled with hurt. “Did you not want him to know?”

“No, I didn’t. I’m sorry.” He kissed Robert’s knuckles. “But now I do. I want everyone to know I’m the luckiest lad in Glasgow because I—and only I—get to shag Robert McKenzie.” He frowned. “Sorry, is that shallow?”

“It
sounds
shallow,” Robert said, “but I know it’s not. Does this mean you’re not ashamed of me anymore?”

“I was never ashamed.” It twisted Liam’s heart that Robert thought he’d felt that way. “I was afraid.”

He planted a soft kiss on Liam’s shoulder. “I get it.”

Liam let go of his hand and turned to face him straight on. “Do you, though? You’re not gonnae ask ‘Afraid of what?’”

“You told me this morning in our blanket-cave. You’re afraid I’ll leave you.”

“That’s why I was afraid then—and now, frankly. But before, when I didn’t want to tell Fergus or the team about us, I was afraid of something else. Something that makes me a pure coward.”

Robert’s gaze shadowed, and he moved his head back on the pillow a few inches. “Go on.”

Liam’s pulse pounded in his throat. What if this confession created a rift between them—now, when they’d grown so close and things were so relatively perfect?

He kept his gaze on the frayed edge of his pillowcase. “I was afraid what people would think if they knew I was with…” Liam forced himself to meet Robert’s eyes. “With someone like you.”

“Say it.” Robert’s whisper shook. “Say what I am.”

Liam swallowed. “A bisexual.”

“And what do you think they’d think?”

“That you’d break my heart.” Liam slid his left hand under the pillow, his arm forming a barrier between them. “That you were using me.”

Robert let out a soft gasp. “Please tell me you never thought I was using you.”

“I didn’t, I swear. I know you too well.” He held Robert’s gaze. “I trust you.”

“Good.” Robert reached out and drew his fingertips up Liam’s arm and over the curve of his shoulder. “Are you still afraid? You say you want to tell everyone now, but are you sure you’re ready?”

Liam felt a flutter in his stomach at the thought. “It’s not fair to keep you locked in the closet.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Robert drifted his hand through Liam’s hair. “I can wait if you need more time.”

Liam shut his eyes, feeling the turbulence inside him melt into a sudden calm. It wasn’t
time itself
he’d needed so much as hearing Robert
offer
that time. Just knowing that his boyfriend was no longer dragging him toward the spotlight made Liam want to strut into it proudly, hand in hand.

“Thanks, but no,” he said. “I’ll follow your lead. This is your thing—your ‘journey’ or whatever the New Agers are calling it these days.”

Robert smiled briefly, but then grew serious again. “Will you still be jealous if I notice cute women?”

Liam flinched at the thought. “Probably, yeah. But then I’ll remember how loyal you are and tell myself to grow the fuck up.”

A shade of a smirk crossed Robert’s lips. “What if I want to watch straight porn? On my own time, of course.”

Liam shrugged. “I’ll watch with you if you want. After all, the actors in those are proper hung.” He reached under the covers, running his palm across Robert’s warm, bare stomach. “Or maybe I’ll just watch you watching it. That could be fun.”

“And you don’t think this is just a phase I’m going through?”

Liam blanked for a moment at this return to serious talk. “What do you mean?”

“That first night we were together at Loch Lomond, you said I just needed time to get used to the idea of being gay.”

“Och, I really said that, didn’t I?” Liam rolled onto his back, covering his face with both hands. “I’m such an arse.”

“Did you mean it?”

“At the time? Maybe.” He turned his head to look at Robert. “But obviously it was me who needed to get used to the idea of you being bi.”

Robert’s broad smile told Liam he’d given the perfect answer—which was fortunate, as it was also the honest one.

“And are you used to it yet?” Robert asked.

Liam thought for a moment. “It still blows my mind you’re not straight. I feel like I’ll wake tomorrow and you’ll be sitting on my couch, fully clothed and talking on the phone to your girlfriend. Just like old times, except I’ll be…”
Desperately in love with you.
“I’ll be the new me.” He cleared his throat. “The me who wants you.”