Chapter Nine

 

Culhwch

 

I fumble the buttons of my shirt as I hasten to get undressed. Houston pulls his over his head and drops it on the floor beside my bed.

My gaze travels over every exposed inch of skin before dropping to where he’s undoing his jeans.

I finally free myself of my shirt and drop it with his. I undo my jeans and push them down my legs. Sitting on my bed, I kick them free.

Looking up, I see Houston hasn’t removed his jeans yet. He’s just standing there looking at me.

Sliding over my bed so I’m sitting in front of him, I tug at his jeans until they pool at his feet. He steps out of them and kicks them aside.

“It should be illegal.”

“What should?” he asks with a puzzled expression.

“To be as painfully fucking handsome as you.”

His face morphs into a cheesy grin.

“I don’t know about that. You’re the GQ model, not me.”

“Then I guess with our genes, we’d make beautiful babies.”

“One day we will, baby, I promise. Whether we have a surrogate, or however it happens, we will have children. We’ll grow old and grey together.”

“I’ll grow old and grey waiting for you to get naked at this point,” I say with a wry chuckle.

“Hmm…”

Before I can comprehend what’s happening, Houston pounces like a wild cat. He pushes me down into the soft mattress beneath me and pulls my boxers down my legs.

My erection springs free, and as his eyes light up, Houston pulls his own boxers off and joins me on the bed.

He leans over and kisses along my jawline, down my neck to my Adam’s apple, then his soft lips come up to claim mine. His tongue delves inside my mouth, tasting of the crisp white wine we opened when we got back home.

He trails a hand down over the muscles of my chest, only stopping to stroke the V shape that he loves so much. My cock twitches and my heart thrums in my chest as I close my eyes and concentrate on just feeling what he’s doing to me.

He breaks the kiss and breathes deeply, as if somehow he forgot to before.

Houston strokes me and my pulse kicks up a notch. I haven’t felt this way in a long time, and I only ever felt it when I was with him. My left palm really is no substitution whatsoever for his.

He glides his hand up and down, making a moan bubble up and out of me before I can stop it.

I feel him lean in and ghost a kiss across my lips. I crack one eye open before closing it again and leaning into the kiss. I lick at the seam of his mouth and he opens, granting me access.

The feeling of emptiness inside me fades and disappears as it’s replaced by the love I hold inside for this man. The cracks inside me begin to heal a little more with each touch.

He kisses along my jawline, up to my ear where he licks the shell before nibbling his way down my neck. With each kiss, he strokes me, stoking the burning fire within me to a new high.

Tracing feather-light kisses down over my chest, he traces every dip and curve of my muscles as he goes.

My breathing is shallow and rapid as he works me with his hand. God how I’ve missed this. The world could come crashing down around us right now, and I wouldn’t bat an eyelid, too consumed by the desire swirling inside me.

“Open your legs,” he whispers.

I do as I’m instructed, and he manoeuvres himself to nestle between my legs.

His tongue darts out and licks the pre-cum from the tip of my throbbing cock. I moan in appreciation as he swirls his tongue around the tip before taking me in his mouth. His mouth is like a velvet heaven, a place I could lose myself and never want to leave.

Pulling back, he strokes his hand up and down the length of me, drawing ragged breaths from me as he increases his pace.

I dig my heels into his ass in an attempt to draw him closer, which earns me a salacious grin before he takes me in his mouth again.

His lips part and he takes my cock in slowly, inch by inch. It would be torture if it wasn’t so pleasurable. He keeps working his hand and mouth in tandem, and I feel paralysed by the pleasure, like I couldn’t move even if I wanted to—which I really, really don’t.

A groan reverberates through my chest, which causes Houston to chuckle—the feeling his humming causes is something indescribable.

“Oh shit, wait…” he says as he sits bolt upright.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he replies, but then rushes out of the room.

I’m left feeling bereft and wondering what’s so urgent. But it isn’t long before he returns.

Nothing is said as he resumes the position that he was in. I can’t help but be curious as to what he did when he left the room, but all he does is smile.

“Houston…”

He cuts me off as he takes hold of my cock once more. He winks at me, then leans down to take me in his mouth.

“Ahhh….” I moan loudly.

The feeling of the ice cube in his mouth is prominent and a stark contrast to the warmth of his mouth.

I reach to grip his hair and tug the ends hard. He swirls the ice cube around in his mouth, and as he does so, it moves around my shaft.

The icy feeling combined with the warmth of his mouth is amazing. It’s something we used to do in the good old days, as well as a mouth full of champagne… it was the bubbles… don’t even ask, as I can’t fathom how to put it into words.

“Hmm… baby…” my voice comes out a raspy whisper.

He looks up at me through hooded eyes—eyes that are brimming with lust and love—and my heart squeezes in my chest. It’s just not possible to love this man more than I do already. My heart couldn’t take it—it’s already fit to burst.

The ice cube melts, and all that’s left is his warm mouth. My heart stutters in my ribcage as he works his hand and mouth in tandem, building a punishing pace. My breathing is short and shallow and there’s a tell-tale tingling in my balls.

I tug the ends of his hair hard, signalling I need more.

He massages my balls in his free hand, and the feeling builds inside me until it’s too much to hold back. I come in hot, salty spurts in his mouth.

Houston looks up at me as he licks me clean and gives me a sexy grin. I swear my heart just skipped a beat.

“Wow,” is all I can think to say. There are literally no coherent words inside my jumbled-up brain.

Somewhere, one of our phones chimes, but I have no inclination to determine whose or why.

“You had me thinking you were running out on me,” I say when I can gather cohesive thoughts and words again.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to spook you. I just wanted ice.”

He grins at me, and his eyes sparkle like the most precious emeralds.

“It felt just like old times, only new and better at the same time, does that make sense?”

“It does, baby,” he replies with a wry chuckle.

I inhale deeply and close my eyes, letting the breath out slowly.

In some respects, it feels like no time has passed between us, but in others, I know that those two years apart put a distance between us. And now we need to bridge that distance.

Sometimes I wonder where we’d be now if what happened hadn’t, or if he’d told me the truth straight away. But in moments like this, the quiet after the storm, I feel like somehow the time apart did us both some good. It’s hard to explain, but even more confusing to feel.

The bed shifts under his weight as he comes up beside me.

“I need to be inside you, Cul,” he says huskily.

Man, even his voice turns me to jelly. I lift myself up shakily—my orgasm seems to have zapped me of my strength—and move onto all fours.

“Up against the headboard,” he commands.

Fuck, he’s sexy when he’s commanding. I do as I’m told and move up to the headboard, taking the top of it in my hands.

“Hold tight.”

He moves behind me and I feel something wet as he toys with my ass. Looking over my shoulder, I see a bottle of lube in his hand.

I watch as he rubs it over himself, pumping his thick cock up and down. Lord above, if I hadn’t already come…

Leaning over me, he claims my lips. It’s anything but soft and tender. No, this is fiery, soul-searing, white-hot passion.

“I love you,” he whispers breathily as he pulls back.

“I love you, Houston. I never stopped. I never will.”

A sharp sting as he slaps my ass is my reward. He soothes it before gripping my hips firmly in both hands.

There’s a slight burn as he pushes just the tip inside me. But what a delicious burn it is. He slowly stretches me to accommodate him.

As he pushes further inside me, I moan loudly. He feels better than ever. It’s not different exactly, but maybe because he’s come out to his family, I feel like I can breathe a little bit easier, feel a little bit more.

“God, Culhwch, you feel so good… so fucking good.”

Slowly he builds a steady pace. Our moans mingle in the air as he slams home. The only other thing to be heard is the sound of his strong thighs hitting the back of mine.

He pulls out before slamming home, stealing all the oxygen in my lungs as he does.

I feel like a tank of gas, and he’s the striking match—together we’re highly combustible.

His hands leave my hips and roam up my back to my shoulders. He digs his fingers in as he holds me tight. Fuck if I don’t love how possessive his hold is.

He increases the speed of his movements, causing my breathing to become erratic.

“I’m s–so c–close,” he stutters as he hangs his head on my shoulder.

It feels incredible as he moves inside me. I’m glad I told him condoms weren’t necessary. I prefer the way it feels without that sheen of rubber between us. I know that neither of us has been with anyone else and won’t be again, so I’d really rather feel him bare.

“Fuck… Cul…” he pants in my ear.

“Let go, baby,” I whisper.

And like he was waiting for my permission all along, he takes me harder, faster, and a few seconds later, he comes deep inside me.

“That… was… amazing,” he pants as we lie next to each other.

“You’re amazing,” I reply with a kiss to the tip of his nose.

His hair is messy, his face is coated with a fine sheen of sweat, and boy he’s never looked more handsome.

“I think I might break out the handcuffs next time.”

“Houston Wainwright,” I say with as much authority as I can muster. “That next time better be after a shower.”

“Mr. Insatiable,” he replies with a wink.

“Too damn right.”

He scrambles up to hit the shower before I have chance to change my mind. Not that I would, of course.