“Morning.” His voice is gruff and sleep-hoarse. Tinged, maybe, with something else.
“Morning.”
His gaze rakes over me, possibilities I recognize swirling in his eyes, andstars above, if he keeps looking at me like that, my willpower will be gone.
“Lee…”
“In this future you see. In the past… What is it that calls you?”
My breathing, already short, hitches. Because we’re dangerously close to a truth I can’t unspeak.
But Lee draws me in, his palm warm on my neck as he angles my head to the side, kissing just below my ear and then further down toward my shoulder. My resolve wavers, his lips pressing cracks into my already trembling façade.
“Caspian.” His voice is a murmur, his skin warm beneath my palms. Warm and real. “I haven’t run yet.”
No, he hasn’t. And he won’t.
“You,” I tell him. “Every time, always, I see you.”
His breath catches, but his lips never leave my skin. They travel up my neck, even as they tremble. Those lips journey to my mouth, asking permission freely given, parting and greeting and feeling as if they never want to say goodbye. His tongue flicks against my lip, and I answer in kind, every piece of me ready and joyously shouting for whatever it is he wants. Because it will always be what I want, too.
I would be his friend, his confidant, his loyal supporter. I would wait for him, bleed for him as I know he would do for me. I would love him with every one of my last breaths.
There is not a world, not a lifetime, in which I am not his. Utterly and singularly.
Lee pants out a breath as the kiss deepens, his exhalation mixed with a groan I haven’t yet heard from the man. His towel is close to falling, and I grab the ends, using my grip on it to tug him with me toward the bed. He falls overtop of me, damp hair dripping onto my cheek, his mouth fused with mine and feverish in a way I’ve been aching for.
Fingers slip under my shirt, my name a question. “Caspian?”
“Please,” I tell him, begging, demanding.
His mouth drops to my neck again, kisses laid across my skin as he inches my shirt higher, his towel slipping onto my leg. I grab him by the hair, tugging his head to the side so I can see his body that’s now bared to me. The swell of his ass cheeks. His dick hanging low, hard and swaying with his movements. Lee huffs a laugh but doesn’t begrudge my appraisal, instead using the opportunity to kiss down to my stomach. His ass rises with the move, and I groan, my own cock tenting my briefs with the need to be closer. Any way. Every way.
I help Lee get my shirt over my head, his mouth on my chest, tongue swirling over my nipple, his cock brushing against my thigh. His lips find mine again, and we’re moving. Lee pushes down my briefs. I hook my heels behind his ass. His cock slides against my own, and his mouth,stars, his mouth and mine dance as if we’ve been doing this our whole lives.
I want to weep. Want to cry and laugh and scream at the sky that I’ve found him. I’ve found him, and he’s mine, and he willalwaysbe mine.
Lee cradles my face, his other hand gripping my hip as we rock together. There are images in my mind. First times and nervous joy on a blanket inside a broken-down hovel of a house with only stars for a ceiling above. A warm body under me, my hips moving to the sound of my lover whisperingmy love, my dear, my heart. There are lips against my temple, soft and sweet, both in friendship and passion, then and now. There’s a devotion in my heart I know won’t ever abate. Not for an eternity.
I roll Lee to his back, following his momentum and wrapping our cocks in my fist. His eyes are wild, pleasure spiking as I jerk us together, a shower of sparks from him to me and back again. His hand on my cheek keeps me close, our breaths mingling, a near-frantic edge to his gaze I understand.
“We have time,” I assure him, recognizing the fear on his face for what it is. The thought of losing all he’s now gained.
Lee stutters out a broken cry as he comes undone, tugging me to him, taking from my mouth as he would his next breath. A tear slips down my cheek as I follow him over the edge. I can practically taste the salt of it. The sea on the air. Hear the waves, the wind through the wheat, the clink of metal. The sweetness of honey on my tongue.
Lee swallows down my sob, tucking it safely away like light curving over the horizon. He kisses me again and again, not stopping, his body rolling over mine as he cocoons me away from the rest of the world. There’s only him. His arms. The scent of him. The familiarity. The resolve in his touch. The reverence in each kiss.
If this were my end, I could accept it. I could accept it knowing next time I’ll have him the same.
A yowl outside the door is what has Lee reluctantly pulling back. His eyes hold mine for long minutes, a furrow appearingand disappearing in his brow as his fingers card through my hair. His lips are red, kiss-swollen, and I have no doubt I wear a burn from his stubble on my skin.
Shelly yowls again, making her displeasure at being ignored clear, and Lee’s lips twitch into a resigned smile. “Give me a moment?”
I nod, and he scoots backwards down my body. He stops briefly, one knee still on the bed, his eyes raking over me, fire there and a promise that heats my veins. With a groan, he keeps on, ignoring the cum on his stomach and walking out the door without so much as a stitch of clothing.
I almost jog out into the hall just to watch him.
Shelly meows as Lee’s footsteps pad down the stairs. He fills her bowl, which was certainly still half-full, the murmur of his voice sounding as if he’s scolding the feline for her impatience, his ire halfhearted at best. I take the reprieve to clean up in the bathroom, grabbing a cloth for when Lee returns. It doesn’t take long. He steps back through the door not a minute later, his hair a beautiful mess, his eyebrow winging up when I toss the cloth his way. It slaps against his chest before he catches it, the sound causing me to chuckle.
