He pushed his own jeans and boxers down the same way, then stepped on the fabric that pooled around his ankles, gracelessly attempting to free his feet as he claimed Cain’s mouth over and over again.
Braced on his good leg, he grabbed Cain around the waist - ignoring his cry of surprise - and moved him above the tub.
“Ready?” he asked, grinning.
“Damon Fitzpatrick!” Cain said breathlessly, as Damon set him gently in the water. “You can’t just pick me up whenever you feel like it!”
“Why not?” Damon teased, stepping into the tub. The water was perfectly warm and he felt his whole body flush.
“Uh, because you’re gonna give me a heart attack?” Cain pressed Damon’s wet hand to his chest just above his heart. “Feel that? It’s still hopping like a bunny on crack.”
Damon smiled. “Let’s see what we can do to keep that going.” He dragged Cain atop him so he was straddling Damon’s lap, then leaned back to allowing Cain to take the lead.
Cain didn’t disappoint. He laced his hands behind Damon’s head pulling their lips together and bringing his cock into contact with Damon’s stomach.
“Fuck!”Cain moaned, throwing his head back and rocking himself against Damon.
Damon’s hands made tracks up and down the damp skin of Cain’s back and over his freckled shoulders. He lifted handfuls of hot, frothy water, pouring them over Cain’s chest and then following the paths of the rivulets with his fingertips.
God, those freckles. They fucking killed him. He traced them with his fingers, finding patterns in the scattered dots. Hewantedin that moment - wanted unhindered access to that skin, wanted more light to see by, wanted to trace the shapes with his teeth. He vowed to himself that he would have it. This was only their beginning.
Cain’s hands slicked over his chest, past his tense abs, to find his erection, stroking him firmly, and Damon gritted his teeth. It was so fucking good. Every single time with Cain was so perfect.
Cain had a mischievous look in his eye and he bent down to lick Damon’s nipple… and then bit it gently.
“Aaaah!” Damon’s hands clenched on Cain’s ass, his fingers digging in. “Feels so fucking good, baby. I’m not gonna last.”
Cain’s face was beautiful, his desire so stark he seemed to nearly be in pain. “Damon, I want you inside me. Tonight.”
Fuck. Fuck, yes.He wanted to claim Cain, finally. To make him his in every way.
“Then get out of this tub,” Damon commanded.
Cain rocked one final time, as though he couldn’t help it, and his frustrated whimper nearly made Damon lose himself. He braced his hands on Cain’s hips and pushed him back. “In the house.Now.”
Cain pushed himself up in a rush of water and carefully stepped over the edge of the tub, his eyes burning into Damon’s. Damon levered himself up and followed directly behind as quickly as he could, taking care not to slip in the water puddled on the deck.
“Holy fuck, it’s freezing!” Cain said. His teeth were chattering before they’d made it to the door. “I can’t believe I forgottowels!” He scurried inside, water sluicing down his body and leaving soggy footprints on the carpet.
Damon followed him in, pulling the door closed behind them, and took a moment to stare. Shivering, ridiculous, and still Damon knew this man was the most beautiful thing he would ever encounter, in this world or the next.
He grabbed Cain around the waist and pulled their bodies flush, pressing their kiss-swollen mouths together. If they froze to death, they’d do it locked this way. “Bed, Cain.”
“Yeah,” Cain sighed, like it had been a suggestion. Then he cleared his head. “Right, come on.” He led Damon across the hall and into his bedroom, flipping on the light as he went.
Damon had the vague impression of dark oak furniture, a blue plaid bedspread - all the mountain-cabin warmth that was conspicuously absent in the rest of the jaw-droppingly modern house. It didn’t surprise him that this was the place Cain had claimed.
Then Cain flopped himself down in the center of the bed, sprawled on his back, and Damon couldn’t see anything but him.
“You’re soaking wet,” Damon reminded him as he stalked closer, stopping to grab his duffel bag and throw it on the end of the bed by Cain’s foot. He wrenched the zipper open and searched for the condoms and lube.
Cain grinned, splaying his arms up and down like he was making a snow angel, naked except for one extremely damp bandage on his arm. “I feel like the bed is only going to get wetter,” he teased, his hot eyes raking up and down Damon’s chest. “Anytime you’re ready, Big Daddy.”
“No.” He paused in his search and pointed one stern finger at Cain. “No. That’s just…no. It’s not funny. Not in bed.” He found the opened box of condoms and threw them on the mattress, then dug his hand in again.Jesus, he’d swear he’d put the lube at the top of the case. Where the hell was it?
Cain pushed himself to his knees and walked his way over to Damon. “You sure?” he asked, his voice husky. “Because I think it could be pretty fucking hot,Daddy.”
Damon paused again to glare at Cain, but when their eyes met, he forgot what he was going to say.Christ.
