So, Cas and I did the logical thing in this situation… we made a bet about whether or not Harlan would stay true to his word. IfCaswon, he’d get to pick a tattoo for me to get when we got back to L.A. It could be anywhere and anything as long as it wasn’t on my face, neck, or hands. IfIwon, Cas would have to bottom for me for the first time.
It’s something I’ve beendyingto do for months, but Cas is stubborn and a control freak and always told me“maybe later,”when I’ve brought it up. The closest I’ve gotten is a finger or two up the butt during a blow job—which he fucking goesferalfor, so I don’t know why he’s so against bottoming.
Harlan did so well; he wouldn’t even make-out with anybody after the shows or at the bar or anything. That is,untilthe last fucking night of the tour, this fine as hell French guy came on to him at the final celebratory party the label threw for us. Shots were had, weed was smoked, clothes were shed, and Harlan was fucked like a dirty mistress in the back of the banquet hall the party was held at.
He couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to. Sebastian walked in on them and told usallabout it. Not only that, but his neck was also riddled with bruises. French man was apparently part piranha.
The look on Caspian’s face when he realized he lost the bet he whole-fucking-heartedly thought he had in the bag was priceless. Plus, it worked out perfectly because I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club, so what better time?
So, that brings us to where we are now… in the bedroom area of the private jet, naked, with Cas on all fours, and my fingers working him open for me. The best part? The entire band knows about the bet, so they all know what’s going on in here, and I am fucking hysterical about it. Caspian, on the other hand, was very scowly about the whole matter, per usual.
But right this moment… well, let’s just say, he’s practically panting, begging me to put him out of his misery and stick my dick in him already. And oh my fuck, I can’t wait to do just that. It’s been so long since I’ve topped anyone, and usually it’s only when I sleep with women.
I remove my fingers from his ass and lean down to press my lips to one of his tight, round globes, but before I do, I sink my teeth into one, making him yelp. Swiping my tongue across the affected area, I chuckle against his flesh, peppering it with kisses.
Beside us is a bottle of lube. Reaching over, I grab it, flicking the cap open with my thumb. Cas looks over his shoulder, watching me lather myself up before moving to do the same to his entrance. I meet his gaze, his silvery grays filled with so much need and lust, and what I think is love, but can’t be sure because we haven’t said that yet, despite medyingto scream it from the mountaintops already. My heart thumps a little faster, chest tight and warm. Because I do love him. I love him like I’ve never loved anybody else. Back when we were at Black Diamond, it’s clear now that those feelings were infatuation at best. Sure, I wanted him and felt like I needed him, but this… this is different. The connection we share now is so deep. I can’t fathom carrying on with surface-level relationships anymore.
It's jarring and terrifying, but it’s also the best goddamn feeling I’ve ever experienced. Loving Caspian is like the lazy Sunday mornings, when the world feels calm and right, like nothing could go wrong. It’s that moment right at dawn, when the world starts getting brighter, and you can’t help but smile like a fool at the sky painted in cotton candy pastels. Loving him is listening to a song so good, you get full-body chills and hot tears sting your eyes, but you don’t know why because it’sjust that good.
Loving Caspian is a beautiful experience, and I can’t fucking believe it’s only been a few months.
A rush of confidence and bravado cascades through me. It’s the only reason I can think of to explain why I blurt out what I say next, moments before sinking my cock into his ass.
“I love you; you know that?”
His mouth drops open, literally too stunned to speak. Turning over so we’re face to face, he shoves my shoulder. “You cannot fucking say shit like that for the first time right before we have dirty fucking airplane sex.”
My head drops back onto my shoulders, a full belly laugh erupting out of me so hard, I have to grab my stomach to keep from keeling over. That’s not what I expected, but alright. It’s such an out of character thing for Caspian to say.
Wiping the tears away from my eyes, I drop my gaze back on him. “But I do,” I say with full sincerity and a grin on my face. “I love you, you big ole grumpy fuck.”
His face softens, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, and I swear I see moisture collecting in his eyes, but he’d probably deny that if ever asked. He reaches out, slipping his warm, calloused hand into mine, tugging on it until we’re mere centimeters apart. Caspian’s whiskey-laced breath fans across my lips as his gaze alternates between my mouth and my eyes.
The energy in this room is supercharged, and when he reaches up with his free hand to rub an idle thumb across my cheek, it feels as if the all the air has been sucked out of the cabin.
Exhaling a shaky breath, he says so quietly, I would probably miss it had I not been as close as I am, “I fucking love you.”
Our lips seal together, this kiss declaring everything we just said, and saying everything else we can’t quite get out. His tongue slips into my mouth, moving with mine with such adoration, there’s no way I could ever doubt the words he just whispered to me.
Resting our foreheads together, we work on steady breathing. “Is this the part where I lie you down now and make sweet love to you?” I ask, barely holding back a smirk.
Even with our proximity, I can see his eyes roll. “Not if you fucking say it like that.”
I chuckle, pressing another quick kiss to his snarled lips. “Lie back,” I tell him.
Spending a few quick minutes stroking us both, I apply more lube to my shaft before getting between his spread thighs and lining myself up. Cas opens up for me, bearing down as I push my tip through the tight ring of muscle.
He’s impossibly tight, so it’s work to get the whole thing in, and when I finally do, I have to pause because I’m so worried I’ll bust before we can even get started. His face is pinched, and he looks like he’s holding his breath. Knowing him, he’s freaking out on the inside, but won’t say anything. Reaching down, I slip my hand into his, lacing our fingers together as I move slowly.
After a minute or two, his body starts to relax, and his face morphs into one of pleasure instead of pain. Glancing down, it’s a heady sight watching my cock disappear into him. The fact that he’s even trusting me to do this, or willing to be vulnerable enough to let it happen, speaks volumes of how far he’s come, and how far we’ve come together.
The hand not holding his wraps around his thigh, holding him in a bruising hold. Our eye contact never falters, my heart pounding in my chest, trying desperately to burst through my ribs and flesh, if only to wrap around his, fusing together. This moment, here with him, feels so much more significant than any other. It makes it hard to breathe. Hard to think. My entire being, mind, body, and soul, existing for this moment with him.
Caspian’s jaw goes slack, his eyes heavy, and the long, drawn-out moan that comes out of him when my cockhead drags over his prostate has my balls drawing up, a molten heat spreading low in my spine.
“Fuck, make that sound again,” I groan, squeezing his hand.
“Feels… so good,” he grits out.
