After Ben (30 page)

This time, when Morgan pushed against him, groaning something like clothes and bed and fuck, Theo laughed.

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nearly didn’t make it to the bedroom.

At one point, Theo was almost certain that Morgan would kill him before they even made it out of the entranceway. The way he pressed up against him, rolling his hips, chasing pressure, made Theo dizzy. They moved from in front of the mirror to the armless upholstered chair next to it. In the space of a couple of feet, Morgan managed to get Theo’s shirt half off, latching onto his shoulder, his collarbone, his throat as soon as Theo’s skin was exposed.

Morgan made noises, sounds that wrapped around Theo’s insides, tugging at them, making him crazy. The chair caught the back of his knees, and he sank down onto it, pulling Morgan with him until he was half-sprawled against him, half leaning against the wall. Bracing a forearm over Theo’s head, wedging a knee between Theo’s thighs, Morgan used his other hand to tug at his own belt.

“Are you growling?” Theo asked, almost laughing, latent hysteria at their surreal almost-sex feeling just a heartbeat away.

“Shut up, Theo. Shut your mouth and help me already.”

Theo did, unfastening Morgan’s belt and shoving his pants and briefs down to mid-thigh. Morgan’s cock—rigid, thick and right there—was in his face. Theo reached a hand up to touch it.

“Wait, Theo.” Morgan tapped him on the cheek with his dick. Theo looked up—Morgan’s expression was amused. “Now you can open your mouth.” Theo couldn’t look away. Morgan bent quickly, kissing his lips, his cheek, and his ear, where he whispered, “I dreamed of this.” He straightened again.

“Open your mouth, old-timer.”

Theo snorted, then did.

Morgan’s cock rested on his bottom lip for a moment. Morgan shivered when Theo pressed the tip of his tongue against the head, tasting him. He exhaled with a huff as Theo held Morgan’s hips before shuffling in the seat to get a better angle.

“Lick your lips, Theo.”

Once he did, the slow slide of Morgan’s cock into his mouth was easy. Theo felt a groan that rumbled through the body above him when he applied a little suction. Morgan let go of the hold he had on the base of his dick, bracing himself with both forearms against the wall above Theo’s head. Theo took over holding Morgan’s cock as he took a moment to lick all the way from his balls to his crown, paying a little attention to the frenulum, gripping one hip harder as Morgan shuddered.

“Suck it. Please suck it, Theo.”

Theo did. His fingers slid around to Morgan’s ass, digging in as he urged him deeper into his mouth before sliding to his hips again to push him back some when his length nudged against Theo’s throat, almost making him gag.

“I’m sorry, Theo. I’m sorry. Please keep going.”

Theo jacked him good and fast as he took a few breaths before starting again. This time he sucked and pressed his tongue up as Morgan started to thrust—slowly at first, then with more of a staccato rhythm. Theo cupped Morgan’s balls, feeling them lift closer to his body, then groaned as Morgan shifted and pulled away.

Morgan bent and kissed Theo again, then crouched, yanking at Theo’s belt until it came free. Lifting his hips as Morgan pulled his pants down, Theo shrugged his shirt all the way off also, then toed out of his shoes. Morgan helped him get his pants off completely, jerking his dick as he struggled out of his own shoes and pants one-handed.

Morgan stood for a second, a naked stranger only just inside Theo’s home, his long, hard dick in hand, and Theo groaned, feeling overwhelmed. Caught by Morgan’s hot, dark gaze, he almost didn’t hear him when he said, “Come on, Theo. Come on, come on, come on.” He hauled Theo up, bending quickly to kiss his dick, then swipe it with his warm wet-velvet tongue.

“Guess how much patience I have, Theo.”

Theo remembered months of waking up to Morgan’s
where are you
s and coming home to his
what took you so fucking long
s. Yeah, patience wasn’t his strongest suit.

“None?”

“Don’t make me wait any longer, Theo.”

Theo didn’t.

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took a while to make it down the hallway. Morgan didn’t seem capable of moving without kissing, and kissing led to stumbling and bumping into doorways. Theo could almost see his chat messages—kissing, I choose kissing—as he felt Morgan suck on his tongue. He had both arms wrapped around Theo’s neck, his tongue deep in his mouth when he leaned on the living room door, making it swing wide open. Spying the couch, he pulled Theo with him, then bent over its back, arms stretched to each side, ass tilted up.

“Here. Right here, Theo.”

Morgan looked over his shoulder, all furrowed brow and tension as Theo hesitated. His voice lowered. “Come. On. Already.”

Stepping forward, Theo ran his hands all the way up from firm ass cheeks to strong shoulders, feeling nothing but warm, smooth skin-covered muscle and bone. Morgan’s shoulder blades were dusted with a spattering of moles, like constellations viewed in negative. He kissed his way across them as Morgan pushed back against his cock, his lower back dipping deeply. Morgan lifted one arm, twisting his shoulders, pulling Theo in for another kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperation, then slumped forward again, his face pressed to the leather couch back, grumbling.

Dick pressed against Morgan’s ass crack, hips thrusting almost involuntarily, Theo smiled before asking, “Are you growling again?”

Morgan humped back against him, that delicious friction making Theo hold his hips tighter, before he answered, “Are you fucking me yet?” He grumbled even more when Theo pulled him up, kissing him again before guiding him toward his bedroom, batting his hands away every time they tried to wander.

If they were doing this, Theo figured, still not quite believing that he had Morgan—his Morgan—naked, sprawling across his bed, tetchily pulling at his own balls while Theo dug through nightstand drawers looking for supplies, then they were doing it right. Morgan’s “For fuck’s sake” as Theo held the condoms at arm’s length, squinting at the expiration date, made Theo smile. Tossing the lube and condoms on the pillow next to Morgan’s head, he straddled his legs.

“You are so impatient. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He moved up Morgan’s long body, bypassing his cock, licking his belly, dipping into his navel before he moved on to his nipples. Theo looked up as he licked and sucked, smiling as Morgan squirmed and started cursing under his breath. Running his hands firmly from his armpits, all the way up to his wrists before pinning them against the pillow, Theo sucked one dark pink nipple until it stiffened, then he bit. Morgan broke his hold, his voice rough as he said, “Don’t do that. Don’t try to hold me down.” Theo nodded, then dipped his head again, mouthing the other nipple, watching him carefully. Morgan dragged in a huge breath, then relaxed. The sounds he made were brilliant and a little scary.

“I’m either going to come, or I’m going to kill you if you keep doing that.”

Theo stopped, then crawled up Morgan’s body until his knees were on either side of his shoulders. Yeah, Morgan was scary all right, lying there, glaring up at him with those bottomless black eyes. A wave of anxiety washed over him—was this okay? Would they be okay?—until he felt Morgan’s hands rub up the backs of his thighs before kneading his ass. He leaned forward a little, bracing against the headboard with one arm while tapping Morgan’s kiss-swollen lips with his cock.

“Open up, kid.”

Morgan snorted, then winked before barking out a laugh, and, just like that, Theo felt the connection between them tugging hard, like the pull of the first-ever fish his dad helped him to haul out of the lake.

Morgan’s hot mouth was almost too much to take. Add in suction, along with the visual of his cheeks hollowing, and Theo was right on the edge after just a few minutes. He eased out, rubbing his thumbs just under Morgan’s ears where his jaw was jointed. Morgan hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him down for more kissing. Theo couldn’t get enough. He stretched his legs out between Morgan’s, bearing his weight on his elbows while Morgan slipped a hand between them. Lifting a little, breaking their kiss, Theo looked down as those slim, long, pale fingers wrapped around their cocks. He couldn’t help moving, fucking into Morgan’s grip, groaning as they rubbed together, dick to dick.

“Morgan… Morgan, I’m going to come.” Theo couldn’t hold back. He was there, right there, riding the sensation of Morgan’s grip around him. He bit his lip, his face screwed up, desperately trying to hold out a while longer. Morgan’s arm around his neck tensed, body arching as he came first, shooting streams and spots of spunk between them. Theo let go, closing his eyes, graying out as he came right along with him.

When he opened his eyes again, Morgan lay beside him with one arm over his own eyes, breathing heavily. They recovered next to each other in silence for a minute. When Morgan rolled onto his side, kissing Theo’s shoulder, his chin, and his lips, Theo let out a breath. Morgan’s smile was dazed. He gazed at Theo, his eyes bright and cheeks flushed, looking completely relaxed before saying, “I guess that’s what happens after three months of foreplay.”

He leaned in for another kiss, then asked, “Did you know you called me Morgan?”

Theo nodded, watching as Morgan squinted, lips pursed, consideration furrowing his brow momentarily, followed by decision.

“I can live with that.”

When he smiled at Theo, Theo smiled right back.

Chapter 17

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found that some aspects of his and Morgan’s virtual relationship translated into real life easily, while others were brand-new surprises.

Morgan falling into a sudden post orgasmic doze—dark eyes crinkling at the corners one moment as he mocked Theo’s bedroom wallpaper, the next all lowered, long, coal-black eyelashes and soft snores—was new. His waking again after a few minutes and ordering pizza while Theo showered drew from their online relationship. He didn’t need to ask which toppings Theo preferred; he already knew and called in a near-perfect order before settling in front of the living room TV in search of a game. His verbal hectoring of Theo’s pitiful range of TV channels was so close to his online persona that Theo felt comfortable ignoring his teasing.

Yeah, some aspects didn’t even require thought, like pulling out some sodas from the refrigerator, then replacing one with a bottle of water for Morgan. Others were pleasant surprises: Morgan showered next, and when the pizza delivery guy arrived, both he and Theo smiled when Morgan’s shower singing became loud enough to echo along the hallway.

“Someone’s happy.” Theo agreed with the delivery guy as he paid him, overtipping just because, then shutting the front door quickly behind him as Morgan really let loose, his voice bluesy and just the right side of rough. Theo leaned on the bathroom door, listening as their pizza cooled, reluctant to interrupt. He sounded amazing.

A few minutes later, he was pulling out sweats from his bedroom dresser drawer as Morgan dried off behind him. “You didn’t tell me you could sing.” He met Morgan’s gaze in his mirrored closet door, then looked away as Morgan dropped his towel and pulled on the sweats. Moments like that reminded him that they were, essentially, still strangers.

Morgan raised his brows, looking Theo up and down. “You didn’t tell me you were so hot, so I guess that makes us even.” He rubbed his hair, then dumped his towel on the floor before crossing to Theo and pulling him into a hug, his voice all low rumble and warm breath in Theo’s ear. “You didn’t tell me you were so good at kissing either.” He backed away as Theo leaned in, half smiling, saying he was starving to fucking death and could they please eat already.

Some aspects of their brand-new, reality-based relationship were just plain awkward.

Theo cleared away their pizza crusts with Morgan following, carrying their empty bottles, talking relentlessly. They’d watched the news, and Morgan had been right in the middle of explaining to Theo just how completely wrong all of his opinions were, a smile evident in his tone, when he stopped by the refrigerator, voice stuttering into sudden silence. The absence of sound washed in where his incessant commentary had taken up space just moments before like a sudden slap of icy sea water around Theo’s ankles.

Morgan traced the outline of Theo’s fist imprint in the refrigerator door.

“You did this?” His voice was flat.

Theo nodded, watching as Morgan curved his fingers into a fist, pressing them into the indentation. His hand was slimmer than Theo’s, leaving space around the edges of the deep dent. He stood, saying nothing for an almost-too-long minute before taking a few steps back, his face bone white. “You didn’t mention having a temper.” Theo shrugged, leaning in a little, aiming for a kiss to break the sudden weird tension between them. Morgan backed away again asking, “Where did you put my clothes, Theo?”

“They’re in the bedroom. I thought you….” He took in the way Morgan’s mouth was drawn into tight lines—he looked like a stranger. He was a stranger. “I hoped you would stay.”