He wiggled on Devin’s lap. “I don’t know how to break it to you, but we can’t make babies.”
“Smartass. I’m replacing you with a woman.”
Joe bent and lightly kissed Devin’s faintly sweaty neck before whispering, “By all means, but I don’t think you’d like that nearly as much.”
Devin embraced him, preventing him from moving away. “I wouldn’t. But I meant what I said. I want a family. With you.”
Huh. Devin was serious. New goosebumps rose on Joe’s skin, and the worries he’d been holding back slipped away. “I’d like that, too.”
Devin’s eyelids fluttered. “I mean, I don’t like the things you did back in Austin. I sure as hell hate this thing.” He thumbed the scarred V on Joe’s elbow. “But I made mistakes, too. The bottom line is, I trust you. I want you.”
Heat flooded Joe’s chest. Words escaped him, so he brushed his fingers over Devin’s jaw, his cheekbones. He skimmed soft kisses over Devin’s eyelids, then dragged his lips to Devin’s mouth. He kept his kisses delicate and slow. Sex during their travels had been rushed, frantic. Joe wanted this to last. When Devin cupped the back of his head and forced their kiss deeper, Joe allowed it for a moment before pulling back and sitting up.
Devin pawed at Joe’s shoulders. “God damn it. Get back here.”
“Patience, papi.”
“Fuck patience.”
Joe chuckled and slipped his hands under Devin’s shirt. He explored the ridges of Devin’s stomach and ribs. Smooth, soft skin. Hard, powerful muscles. So beautiful. Joe lifted the hem of the shirt and tugged it off, exposing Devin’s thick chest. How unalike they were. Joe was vain enough to know he had a nicely muscled body, even if it was pretty thin now, but Devin? The art museum at the University of Texas had displayed sculptures of the Greek gods. They paled in comparison to Devin.
Joe leaned in and latched onto a pale pink nipple. He sucked hard, drawing it to a stiff peak. He bit, just enough for Devin to feel it, then let go and licked away the sting. He kept at it, licking and sucking and biting, until Devin arched and pushed his head away. Joe attacked the other nipple.
“Holy shit.” Devin groaned and shoved his hands beneath Joe’s underwear. “Wanna fuck you.” His big hands kneaded Joe’s ass. He dug deep, pushed against Joe’s opening, and Joe laid his head on Devin’s chest and whimpered.
And, oh, Joe wanted it, wanted him. “Strip,” he said. He lifted his hips so Devin could slide off his boxers.
Devin wriggled and shimmied, then his hands were back at Joe’s ass, gripping and twisting, trying to rid Joe of his underwear, too.
Joe hopped off the bed and dropped his briefs, toeing the stubborn things off his calves when they got stuck. He hustled over to where he’d folded his jeans over a chair and withdrew the lube he’d pocketed from the younger boys’ stash. He went back to the foot of the bed and gripped Devin’s ankles. “Spread your legs so I can suck you.”
Devin moaned, then stretched until his feet reached the corners of the bed. “It’s amazing how I can hate you being a bossy ass any other time, but when you do it when we’re in bed, God, it fucks me up.”
Joe climbed between Devin’s legs. He stroked him from ankle to thigh and took a moment to appreciate the man spread out below him. In the daytime, Devin’s pale gold skin shimmered. Bathed in the moonlight, it glowed, lustrous and hot. Light played off the curves and planes, the shallow rise and fall of his chest and stomach so vulnerable it practically broke Joe. He bent and kissed the crease of Devin’s thigh, where the skin would be thin and tender.
“You’re so beautiful.” He kissed along the other side, then lifted his eyes to watch Devin’s face. “Tell me, is there something you’d like me to do while I’m down here?”
Devin gripped his penis and batted it against Joe’s cheek. “Please.”
“I love when you ask me so nicely.” Joe shifted a little, pushed Devin’s hand away, and sucked hard enough to draw a little bead of liquid into his mouth.
Devin’s hips jolted, and he moaned. His hand fell heavy on the back of Joe’s head, not pushing, just threading fingers through Joe’s hair. “Fuck, Joe.”
“I haven’t even started yet.” Joe dropped back down and took Devin deeper. He loved oral sex. Receiving it, of course, but giving it? So powerful. Man or woman, didn’t matter. Using his tongue to map a person’s secret places, to give them pleasure, brought out every dominant instinct he possessed. He didn’t need to be the one doing the penetrating, but he needed to be the one in charge. When it was Devin, though, someone who held his heart? Power and arousal weren’t the only feelings coursing through Joe’s veins.
He dipped his head lower and licked at Devin’s sack before pulling one of the balls into his mouth. He rolled it around on his tongue and sucked gently.
Devin arched off the bed and let out a loud stream of curses.
Joe let go more quickly than he’d planned and slapped a hand over Devin’s mouth. “Hey. You’ve got to be quiet, papi. We have a house full of people.”
Devin’s eyes widened, and he nodded. When Joe removed his hand, Devin said, “You’ve never done that before. Holy shit.”
Joe couldn’t help chuckling. “Feels good, doesn’t it? You think I’ve shown you everything there is to do in the few times we’ve been together?” He pecked Devin’s lips and headed
