“Yeah.” He laughed. “I wasn’t kidding earlier. About my little problem.”
Ryan’s expression was puzzled, and then he understood. “It’s not a problem. I’d like to make you come now. Can I?”
Fabian nodded, his head foggy with lust. “Okay. Yeah. Do it. Then we can take our time.”
Ryan wrapped his fingers around him again, and Fabian’s cock twitched excitedly. This wouldn’t take long at all. Ryan’s other hand gently cupped and caressed Fabian’s balls as he stroked this time, and Fabian’s eyes rolled back.
“Fuck. Yes. Like that. Just like that. I’m going to—”
As usual, his orgasm detonated before he’d managed to stammer out a warning. But he couldn’t be mad about it. Holy fuck, it felt good.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw that his release had landed on Ryan’s chest, and was clinging to his chest hair.
“Oops,” he said.
Ryan’s mouth hung open in an expression of pure astonishment.
“I did tell you—” Fabian started, but Ryan cut him off.
“Your face was so beautiful when you did that. Holy god.”
Fabian half crawled, half slumped into Ryan’s lap. “Thank you.” He rested his head on Ryan’s shoulder and closed his eyes. Ryan began stroking his hair, and Fabian was suddenly dangerously comfortable.
“You’re sleepy,” Ryan observed.
“Nope,” Fabian murmured, but he ruined his argument by yawning.
Ryan chuckled, then wrapped his arms tight around him and stood, carrying Fabian like a child and resting him gently on the bed with his head on a pillow. “It’s three in the morning. We can call it a night.”
“But I was going to show you my trick,” Fabian protested. The pillow was a perfect balance of soft and firm. He closed his eyes again.
“It can wait. I’ll be right back.”
Distantly, Fabian heard Ryan in the bathroom, running water and presumably washing the spunk out of his chest hair. Probably brushing his teeth. Maybe dunking his erection in cold water. A stab of guilt made Fabian open his eyes.
“What about you?” he asked when Ryan returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth.
“What do you mean?” Ryan gently wiped the warm cloth over Fabian’s torso, which had gotten sticky when he’d pressed himself against Ryan’s messy chest.
“I mean you got me off and I didn’t even try to get you off.” He noticed, as Ryan stood and tossed the cloth in a laundry hamper, that the other man’s erection had flagged almost completely.
“It’s fine. I’m probably way too tired anyway.” Ryan opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a clean pair of underwear. “Like I said, even at the best of times it’s a chore.”
“Not a chore,” Fabian argued, but it came out as one garbled word as he closed his eyes again.
Ryan got into bed beside him, and Fabian immediately scooted over to be the little spoon. “You’re so warm,” he murmured happily.
Ryan kissed the top of his head. “Good night. And thank you.”
“Anytime.” Fabian’s last thought before he drifted off was that he knew he meant it.
Chapter Seventeen
Waking up with his arms full of Fabian was every bit as wonderful as Ryan had always imagined it would be.
Ryan woke first, and spent a long time lying as still as possible, breathing in Fabian’s scent. He didn’t want to disturb him, because he was worried that, when Fabian woke and realized where he was, it would all be over. Fabian was relaxed about sex and basic human interaction in a way Ryan never could be. He knew last night hadn’t meant as much to Fabian as it did to him. He had been a curiosity to Fabian; one that the other man had been intrigued by for a long time, sure, but Ryan was sure that the itch had been scratched and Fabian would be moving on.
Finally, when he could no longer resist, he nuzzled Fabian’s hair, then kissed his temple. Fabian squirmed in his arms and sighed. Ryan could see his lips curl up into a drowsy smile. “This bed rules.”
