He would come out. It was safe to do so, in a way that he should have noticed before. His family would accept it. And Skyler had never tried to push him into it, which would have had him digging his heels in. It had to be Craig’s decision, and Skyler, despite his own choices, had given him that space to do that.
For now, though, it was just him, and Skyler, and their spot. It was Skyler’s body squirming against him, not cold or remote now, but warm, vibrant, alive, and unmistakably aroused. Skyler, who he had missed so much, and who, by the feel of it, had miraculously missed him, too.
Their hands closed around each other, Skyler gripping Craig’s aching, desperate cock while Craig felt the full, slick length of Skyler. They stroked, in perfect rhythm with each other, and there really did seem to Craig to be something different about this time.
It was always good with them, but this also felt completely right. For the first time, they were completely in sync with each other. Completely in tune.
Over and over, they kissed, and it was a kiss of greeting and acceptance and commitment as much as it was about sex. And, in some way that Craig could never have predicted until he was in it, that was perfect for him, what he had always needed without really knowing it.
“Skyler, Skyler,” Craig whispered, his body arching under the smaller man, desperate for more stimulation and hoping that Skyler was, too. “Baby, sexy man, I need you now.”
Skyler gave him a wicked little smile, one that Craig was willing to bet that he was the only one in the world who had ever seen. At that moment, Craig knew that he was going to be teased, and even though he softly groaned as Skyler started to slip down his body, he couldn’t deny that even this, even the teasing, the lips caressing over his heated, desperate skin, even that was heaven. Utter perfection.
Skyler’s lips closed around the head of Craig’s cock and started to slide along the shaft. Moaning, Craig reached for Skyler’s head, feeling the short, soft strands of his dark hair as he fought the urge just to grip him and thrust up into his lips.
He might not have won that fight if he hadn’t felt the sweet brush of Skyler’s fingers over the sensitive, needy entrance to his body. He had never had anything there before. With all of the playing he had done with other men, he had never trusted anyone enough to touch him there, and he had wondered if, in giving Skyler access to his body, he would be too nervous.
But oddly, there were no nerves at all, just a sense of rightness, like everything about this. It was the exact, perfect moment for this, and he knew it through every inch, every muscle and nerve and bone in his body.
Skyler took a moment to get his own fingers slick, then slid them slowly, inch by inch, inside of Craig’s body. He opened him up completely, but so slowly and so gently that there was no pain—a sense of fullness, yes, that he had, but nothing even uncomfortable.
And that was even before Skyler’s fingers quested inside of him and found his prostate.
Craig knew about that wonderful little gland. He knew that, if he pressed on Skyler just right, he could make the other man squirm and moan for him. But he hadn’t known what it felt like to have his own touched, and he couldn’t even help the little moans and sounds of pure desperation that spilled out of him.
The tables had been turned, and Skyler was driving Craig insane. Maybe that should have bugged him, but he was too dazed with pleasure, and he let his hips rise and fall, let his cock slip up into Skyler’s mouth, but mostly, he was trying to get more of that incredible sensation of fingers against his prostate.
Slowly, Skyler opened him up, but Craig barely noticed that that was what was happening. He could have been sent hurtling right over the edge, and he might have let himself, but he had his gaze firmly fixed on another prize. One that Skyler, it seemed, didn’t want to give him.
Only that wasn’t it, he realized. This was Skyler’s first time doing this, and he was waiting for a signal from Craig that it was okay. It was the sort of thing that, even a few weeks ago, Craig wouldn’t have gotten. A subtlety that would have been lost on him, so he would have assumed that it was just Skyler not wanting him.
He knew better now, and he didn’t even hesitate.
“Now. Baby, now, fuck me,” he said and then shook his head. That wasn’t what he wanted, not for his first time. “Make love to me,” he corrected, not the sort of thing that he would have said to anyone else in the world. He wouldn’t have felt safe, but with Skyler, he did.
Skyler raised his head, looking up at Craig in the darkness, and then gave another of those smiles that had once seemed so rare. But Craig had gotten to see so many of those smiles, and so many different moods, that he would never have imagined back when he had first become fascinated with Craig.
It only took a second for Skyler to get himself ready, and then he eased on top of Craig, a sweet, perfect weight on top of him, with strong legs pushing aside Craig’s. Almost subconsciously, Craig braced himself for pain, but there was none. His body accepted Skyler in from the first thrust, which pressed deep inside of Craig’s virgin body, all the way to the hilt. Like it was meant to be.
They rocked together slowly, and their moans mingled between them on their breath and in their kisses. Arms locked around each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, Craig let himself get lost in all of it. The sensations, the emotions, it all mixed together until he barely knew where he stopped and Skyler began.
The orgasm, when it came, was not something that Craig stretched for. He didn’t have to. It swept over him and pulled him out into a sea of bliss, and even as he convulsed and trembled and sweated and arched toward Skyler, Skyler was doing the exact same things to him as he spilled deep inside of Craig’s body.
“I never thought my life would have a perfect moment,” Craig whispered, something so sappy that he would never have said it to anyone else. He would never have felt safe. But Skyler, he knew, would never mock him. “But this is it.”
Skyler smiled, and his eyes were soft and deep and affectionate as he gazed down at Craig, still buried inside of him.
“I know exactly what you mean,” he said.
Twenty Five
Craig
It had to be a hard situation for Derrick, having his wedding taking place so quickly, and for such a reason. There was a bittersweet aura around the festivities that had to feel a little bit strange, and everyone’s face, even through the smiles, had a sober cast to it.
In another world, a better one, Derrick and Logan could have had their wedding as they wanted it, in their own time. And who knew, maybe they never would have gotten married at all? Or they could have gotten married in a huge ceremony, not just this intimate close friends and family affair that had been all that they could throw together in the month that they’d had to do it.
On the other hand, neither Logan nor Derrick looked unhappy about the situation. Not exactly. They were both glowing as much as one would expect from a couple who were binding their lives to each other. Like Malcolm and Kyle before them, they were doing exactly what they wanted to do, and Skyler saw no trace of uncertainty in their eyes as they looked at each other and recited their vows.
