Ryan beamed at him. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I’m never taking it off.”
Ryan would be okay with that. The sight of the pearls and diamonds glinting off Fabian’s gorgeous skin, trailing down to his belly button, made Ryan’s mouth water.
“Oh,” Fabian said, noticing the tent that had suddenly appeared in Ryan’s sweatpants. With his back injury making it hard to dress himself, Ryan hadn’t bothered with underwear. “Do you have another gift for me?” He crawled onto the bed like a cat, diamonds and pearls dangling from his neck.
“I can’t do much,” Ryan reminded him hoarsely.
“You don’t have to do a thing, darling. There are so many things I could do for you in that position.”
Ryan swallowed. He really shouldn’t do anything. If he came, which was admittedly unlikely, the spasms would be agony. But at the moment he was horny as hell, so he said, “Could I watch you?”
Fabian seemed to like that idea. “Would you like me to remove your pants first? You can’t be comfortable like that.”
“Okay. Yeah. Thanks.” He carefully lifted his hips so Fabian could slide his waistband down. He removed his own shirt because he felt silly wearing only a shirt.
“Oh, I’ve missed him,” Fabian sighed as Ryan’s cock sprang out of his sweatpants. “He looks happy to see me.”
“Definitely.”
Fabian kneeled between Ryan’s legs and took his own cock in his hand. “Do you want to hear the fantasy I cooked up when I was getting myself off last night?”
Oh fuck.“Where? In your old bedroom?”
Fabian bit his lip, then said, “That’s right. Reminded me of being a teenager, jerking off in secret in my room.” He smiled. “Thinking of you.”
Ryan’s mouth dropped open. He knew, of course, that Fabian had had a crush on him when they’d been teenagers. He still couldn’t quite believe it, but he did know. Still, he hadn’t yet considered the idea of young Fabian pleasuring himself to thoughts of Ryan. “You did that?” he asked. “When we lived together?”
“Frequently. Were you doing the same?”
“Yeah. Like, all the time.”
Fabian closed his eyes and smiled. “God, that’s hot.”
“What were you thinking about last night?” Ryan asked, not wanting to lose the opportunity to hear all about it.
“Okay,” Fabian said, keeping his eyes closed. “So I imagined you banging on my door. Maybe I’m home in my apartment in this scenario. I’m on my bed, playing with myself. Just getting started. And then there’s this loud pounding on my door. And somehow I know it’s you. Like I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Yeah?” Ryan rasped. “Do you let me in?”
“Patience,” Fabian scolded. He trailed his fingers over the chain, pausing to roll each pearl between his thumb and forefinger. “So I get up to go to the door, and when I open it, you’re standing there and you lookwild. Your eyes are blazing, and your shirt is hanging open like you didn’t even have time to dress properly. Your chest is heaving, like youranall the way to me. I can see how hard you are through your jeans. Like you’re going to burst right out of them.” He opened his eyes. “Just as hard as you are right now.”
Ryan cursed and wrapped his hand around his dick, just to give it a squeeze. It wasn’t enough. “What do I want?”
Fabian licked his bottom lip, then closed his eyes again. “You tell me that you need to come. That you’ve been edging yourself all day but you can’t quite get there on your own. That you need me. Need my ass.”
“Oh. Fuck.” Ryan started stroking himself, quickly losing his ability to care about his back.
“You tell me that you got so close so many times, but you couldn’t find release. Youneedthat release. You have so much come for me and you need me to take it from you.”
Fabian was stroking himself faster now, and his voice got higher and breathier. “I tell you I’ve been waiting for you. That I’m ready. I show you the plug I have in, and you growl and yank it out. You shove me on the bed, face first. You’re rough, but I’m not scared. I love it. I love how badly you need this. And you don’t even wait, you just...aah...you just slam into me, shoving that giant cock inside, and it’s so good. It’s so fucking good, Ryan. You hold me down with those giant hands and fuck me so goddamned hard.”
“You like that?” Ryan panted. God, he might actually come for real.
“Fuck yeah I do. Love feeling how strong you are. Love you losing control like that.”
“I’ll fuck you like that,” Ryan grunted. “When I’m healed up, I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”
