Coury angled forward and breathed a soft kiss on Liam’s lips. “That’s the goal.”
Using short, quick thrusts, Coury established a rhythm. He synced his hand to his cock, and with his free hand he tweaked Liam’s right nipple.
“Oh fuck! That.” He flopped his head onto his pillow. “I’m getting close.”
“Come for me, babe. I want to feel you come.” He fucked a bit harder and jerked a bit faster. “Shoot for me, Liam.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Liam shouted.
Coury released Liam’s nub and tucked his head down. He managed to get his lips over the tip of Liam’s cock just as the first spurt came out. Thrusting up hard, Coury used all the flexibility he’d gained in PT to capture more of Liam’s head.
“Holy shit!” Liam bucked up, pushing more of his cock into Coury’s mouth.
Coury clamped his hands to Liam’s hips to stay inside. It worked well enough, but Liam ended up fucking himself with all his thrashing.
By the time his dick stopped throbbing, Liam had come an impressive amount. Coury eased up, but Liam still jumped.
“Oh my God, Coury. I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Neither did I until just then. One good takeaway from the injury.”
Liam laughed and clenched around Coury’s cock. “Stop. Don’t make me laugh.”
“Keep that up and I’m going to need to fuck you some more.”
“I hope you plan to do that alotmore. Just maybe not right now.”
“Okay.” He pulled out slowly and collapsed next to Liam. “I’ll give you ten minutes.”
* * *
Liam
The warm body wrapped around his felt so good, Liam didn’t want to get up. He lifted Coury’s arm and scooted to the edge of the bed. “I need to pee.”
“When you’re done, let’s take a quick shower. It’s after seven. We should eat.”
As much fun as staying in bed and having sex all night sounded, eating was probably necessary. Liam’s dick stood straight up to let him know its thoughts. Later—hopefully.
They limited their shower activities to washing and a few kisses and were back in Liam’s room before seven thirty. Liam watched Coury get dressed in silence. It was a calm quiet; Liam no longer felt he had to ask how Coury felt. He knew.
When Coury pulled his shirt over his head, Liam stepped into his personal space and draped his arms over his shoulders. “I love you.”
Coury’s goofy grin gave Liam a warm glow inside. “I seriously don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that. I love you, too.”
He kissed Liam but kept it short. A frown creased Coury’s brow when he moved back.
“What’s wrong?” Liam asked.
“Beckett.”
“What?” Liam turned toward the door. “Is he here?”
Coury tapped Liam on the shoulder. “No, silly. I need to call him and tell him about us.”
“Right now?” Liam knew they should, but he didn’t want anything to ruin the mood.
“Last time I didn’t tell him right away and it ended badly. I want him to know before anyone else.”
