Coury slowly teased the navy-blue pullover up Liam’s body. He bent and licked Liam’s chest as he slipped the sweater over his head. Tossing it on a chair, Coury wrapped his warm arms around Liam, pulling them together and into a kiss.
Sliding his hand up, he cupped Liam’s head and pushed his tongue against Liam’s lips. The urgency of his kiss fueled Liam’s need. He fumbled to unbutton Coury’s pants and shoved them and the underwear down the moment he’d succeeded.
Coury stepped up and down, never breaking their kiss, until he’d kicked the denim to the side. Using his free hand, he unsnapped Liam’s jeans, slipped his fingers under the waist of his boxers, and helped him wiggle out of the constricting fabric.
“Shower,” Liam said as he peeled off his socks. “Now.”
A smirk was Coury’s only response as he removed his socks and did as he was told.
The muscles in Coury’s ass flexed as he walked, and Liam’s dick twitched. He wanted to touch every inch of Coury. Setting a bottle of lube on his nightstand, Liam quickly followed him to the small bathroom.
Coury was adjusting the taps and testing the spray with his hands. After a few seconds he smiled, spit mouthwash into the sink, and disappeared behind the curtain. Liam entered from the back of the shower. Coury was already wet. His blond hair had darkened in the water and he pushed it away from his face. With the water gone, he locked his blue eyes on Liam.
“You are so fucking hot.” He tugged Liam under the jets. “What do you want, Liam?”
“Everything.” Liam kissed him softly. “I want you to fuck me. To feel you so close that you’re part of me.”
Coury grabbed their cocks and rubbed them together. “Yeah. I really want to be inside you again.”
“God, I want that.” Liam cupped his face. “I want you to fuck me without a condom. Please?”
Coury sucked in a breath. Before he could answer, Liam put a finger to his lips.
“I haven’t been with anyone since last summer. Been tested twice since then, but I’ve always used condoms. Unless you think we shouldn’t, I want you to be the first to fuck me without one.”
Coury stared at him long enough that Liam was about to take it back, but Coury finally spoke. “I’ve never fucked anyone, guy or girl, without one. Being safe was always so important.”
Pushing Coury to do something he didn’t want to dampened Liam’s mood. “I’m sorry Coury. Forget I asked. It’s cool if we use them. I just want to feel you inside me again.”
Coury put his hands on Liam’s cheeks. “Don’t be sorry. It’s totally fucking hot. I want to. If you still want me to.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you. We can talk about it some more first.”
“I’ve been on PReP since I started college. I’ve always been safe, and I got tested for STDs after Hailey broke up with me. They all came back negative. I’ve never felt confident the person I was with was my forever person, so I always played safe. You’re my forever person, Liam. I’m sure.”
Liam kissed him hard. Water ran down their faces as he pushed his tongue into Coury’s mouth. It was short but intense. “You’ve been my forever person for as long as I can remember. I love you so much.”
Coury brushed water off Liam’s face with his thumbs. “Let’s get me clean so we can go be each other’s first. And last.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Coury
The first time with Liam he’d been nervous. They’d been crossing a line, and he worried it was a mistake. This time, there was no doubt.
He ran a soft towel over Liam’s lean frame, enjoying the way his almost-smooth skin felt under his hand. Liam’s body had a graceful elegance. Long, tight, and coiled, like a dancer ready to perform. It was beautiful, just like the man who lived inside.
The blue cotton soaked in the drops of water as Coury drew it down Liam’s torso and across his faint treasure trail. Kneeling, he stayed with sensual and ignored Liam’s leaking cock. He’d get there, but he wanted to see every inch of Liam in the daylight.
He toweled off the wiry legs covered in a perfect amount of hair. Gently lifting Liam’s feet one at a time, Coury made sure each was dry before letting it down.
When he finished, he glanced up. Liam watched him with a dreamy, contented expression. “Turn around?”
Liam faced the mirror. Staying on his knees, Coury stretched to get the last beads of water from Liam’s back. He rubbed across his firm ass and let the towel drop to the floor. Grabbing the two cheeks, he pushed them apart and swiped his tongue over Liam’s entrance.
A hiss was followed by Liam leaning forward and clutching the vanity. “Oh fuck.”
“Like that?” Coury did it again, pushing his tongue against the clean skin. He darted in and out as Liam pushed back. “Yeah you do.”
