My chest aches for him. For having to spend several years alone. I know he has his band and his friends, but to know he hasn’t had the intimate touch of a partner since… well, since my niece, makes me sad for him. It makes me want to change that for him.
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” I mutter softly, afraid that if I speak too loud, Segan will snap out of this mood he’s in. “I’m so sorry that you had to go through all of this alone.
He won’t meet my gaze, offering me a shrug. “Music helped. A lot.”
“What was it like?” I ask. “Going on tour the very first time.”
“Terrifying.” Segan chuckles, finally glancing up, sage green eyes meeting mine, some of the tension from before leaving his shoulders. “Probably the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever done, but so fun.”
I can’t help the wide grin on my face. Even seeing him perform only the one time, it’s clear he’s a natural. The way he holds an audience, his voice, the emotion behind each song, his stage presence. It’s like he was meant to do this.
Segan goes on to tell me about his first concert ever, and what that was like, lightening the mood after such a heavy topic. Eventually, we both end up passing out, neither of us able to hold our eyes open any longer, the storm still raging on, the power still out.
By the time I’m peeling my eyes open, the morning light is filtering in through the windows, and it looks and sounds like the rain has stopped. I don’t have a clue what time it is, but it feels early. There’s a hard body against my back, so Segan and I must’ve gravitated toward one another in our sleep. His arm is tossed around my middle, and he’s holding on for dear life.
I love it.
Based on his rhythmic breathing, it’s safe to say I’m probably the first one awake. As quietly and gently as possible, I turn around until I’m facing him, wrapping my arm around him too as I bury my face in the crook of his neck. He smells like soap, sweet sweat, and sleep, and it’s just about the best scent I could inhale right now.
I rub up and down the length of his back with the hand wrapped around him as I allow myself to get drunk on being this close. It feels like a present. Like Christmas morning, and I’m a bright and cheery six-year-old. It feels too good to be true, and I’ll be damned if I take it for granted because I don’t know how long it’ll last once he wakes up, and the remnants of last night come barging in.
After a while, Segan starts to stir, but instead of pushing me away like I was worried he would, he holds me tighter. I can hear him inhale deeply with his nose right along the top of my head, and it sends a thrill down my spine.
We’re both hard. Not unusual for the morning, but if I’m being honest, it’s probably more than that. At least, for me it is. Taking a chance, I press a kiss along his clavicle, feeling goosebumps bloom along the skin as he shivers in my arms.
But he doesn’t push me away.
So, I do it again. And again. Working my way up his throat, along his jaw, until he turns his head only slightly, and our mouths fuse together. We move gently, our lips parting, tongues slashing and molding, not a single care for anything like morning breath or that maybe this isn’t such a good idea. My heart is pounding, but so is his. I can feel it.
This moment feels like clarity. It feels like a fog clearing. I’m finally touching him the way I longed to years ago. It feels right. So goddamn right.
Segan and I get lost in one another, and when I work my hand lower on his body, first to squeeze his firm ass, then around to rub his erection over his sweats, I expect him to finally put a stop to this. But he doesn’t. Instead, he thrusts into my palm, groaning salaciously into my mouth.
Working the fabric down his thighs, I free him, taking his hard length into my palm, all while never breaking my lips from his. Segan’s body stiffens slightly when my hand makes contact with his bare flesh, but whatever rolls through his mind must put him at ease because he relaxes into me.
I break our kiss, bringing my hand up to my face, and licking the length of my palm before wrapping it around his cock again fully, stroking it nice and slow. He’s thick, deliciously so, and long—but not too long. I want to glance down, see it in all its glory, but I also can’t seem to peel my eyes from his.
Segan’s sleepy green eyes are focused on me, his eyelids heavy and hooded as his breath comes out in hot pants. His fingers are threaded through strands at the back of my nape, gripping them tightly as my hand works him over.
“Josiah…” My name comes out breathy. “That feels so good.”
I smirk. “I know it does. Let me take care of you, baby.”
He groans at the pet name, his cock leaking onto my hand. What I would give to taste it right now, but I won’t push my luck.
“Oh, God,” he moans. “Kiss me, I’m gonna come.”
So, I do. I crash my mouth into his, tongue delving inside as he cries out, body trembling as his cock explodes, thick ropes covering my hand. Segan’s chest heaves as he comes down, resting his forehead against mine.
We sit there for a moment like that, in this bubble. I don’t want it to end. I never want it to end. But unfortunately, all too soon, it does.
The door to his bedroom opens abruptly, both of us jumping, heads snapping in that direction. The huge mammoth of a man I saw him with at the coffee shop—Augustine, I think he said his name was—comes barging in.
His gaze lands on Segan, immediately dragging to me. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” he mutters, stopping in his tracks. “I didn’t expect you to be in here with anyone.”
Segan stiffens visibly, untangling himself from me. We’re under the covers, thankfully, otherwise Augustine would’ve gotten a nice show. “It’s okay.” He clears his throat, sitting up. “Did you just get home?”
“Yeah, that storm last night was wild. The road into here was blocked, but I was able to get the fallen tree limb out of the way. I would’ve called, but my phone was dead.”
