“Because you’re hot.” Gage reached under Ulric’s shirt, squeezing his pecs. “Mm.” Before Ulric could protest, Gage let his legs fall open around Ulric’s thigh, so his growing length pressed against Ulric’s hip. “There. Feel it?”
Ulric’s breath hitched. Gage knew he could feel that bulge—it was thickening, eager to push inside Ulric’s pants. Maybe he could slide it into Ulric’s hot tightness again. And now he was hard.
“Is this some weird kink?” Ulric blurted, his neck red. “Where you like people like—like me?”
Gage scowled. “Not people like you. I like you.”
He’d been serious when he’d asked if Ulric wanted to be boyfriends. Hell, Gage had no confidence in relationships, and he was ready to risk this falling apart.
Ulric stared, speechless. Gage waited for him to understand.
This wasn’t something he could judge—Ulric was all twisted up inside, and Gage had the feeling it would take a while to make him confident again. Just like salvaging a snarl of crumpled wires—you couldn’t pull them apart with a flick of your wrist. You had to pluck out every single strand, and hammer them flat so you could work them into a thing of beauty.
Gage had sat with his sister on many afternoons, helping her straighten out the jewelry wires she’d picked out from somewhere. It was slow work, and it was tough. But the final artwork made it all worth it in the end.
“What else do I have to say to convince you?” Gage murmured, nuzzling Ulric’s jaw. “You don’t believe that I get hot for you?”
Ulric hesitated, looking between their bodies. So Gage lifted his hips, he took Ulric’s hand and pressed it flush against his covered cock. Ulric’s palm was warm, a firm pressure. Gage couldn’t help rolling his hips, letting Ulric feel how hard he’d gotten. “All for you.”
Ulric’s breath rushed out. He tightened his fingers around Gage, sliding them down to Gage’s base, then back up. “Fuck.”
“Believe me now?” Gage whispered. “No one here but us, babe. I’m not jerking off to porn or pretending I’m with someone else. It’s just me and you.”
Ulric swallowed audibly, staring at Gage’s hips. So Gage undid his pants, he pulled out his cock, and wrapped Ulric’s hot fingers around it. They both groaned.
Gage dragged a pillow over, turning Ulric so they both lay on their sides, facing each other. “Do what you want,” Gage said. “If I come, it’s because of you.”
Ulric’s pupils dilated. He looked at where they touched, Gage’s cock stiff against his fist. Then, slowly, he pumped Gage, back and forth, sending jolts of pleasure up Gage’s spine. Gage swore. Ulric stroked him harder, his own chest heaving, the line behind his pants growing thick.
Gage thrust into Ulric’s fist, his breath rushing out. “Yeah, like that. Been thinking about you touching me there. You feel good, Ulric. You’re perfect.”
Ulric growled. But he kept on stroking Gage, he cupped Gage’s tip and flicked his wrist, the friction a blissful surprise. Gage tensed with his impending climax, watching the pleasure on Ulric’s face.
Then Ulric ducked down, he closed his mouth around Gage and moaned, sucking so hungrily that his desire went right to Gage’s balls. Gage swore, fucking up. Ulric was hot inside, eager for his come. Gage wanted to claim him, he wanted Ulric to be his.
He came in a rush of pleasure, emptying himself into Ulric, his spine arching, his legs trembling. The whole time, Ulric sucked on him, swallowing every drop.
Gage flopped onto his back, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, babe. That was amazing.”
Ulric wiped his mouth, sitting back. And there was a damp, dark spot on his pants, at the very tip of his bulge. Gage reached for it.
Ulric pulled his hips backward. “You don’t have to.”
Gage caught his hand and linked their fingers together. “Which part of this says I don’t want to?”
He pointed at his still-hard cock. Ulric shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t... need it.”
“C’mon, it’s fair play. You made me come, now I get to return the favor.”
“I can deal with it myself.” He covered up with his hand—kind of pointless when his cock was bigger than that.
Gage leaned in, kissing Ulric’s damp tip through his pants. Then he closed his mouth around it, and sucked lightly.
“Fuck, Gage.” Ulric shoved his fingers into Gage’s hair, pushing him away. But his eyes had darkened, his hand still fisted in Gage’s hair. He was especially hot when his alpha instincts surfaced.
Why was he so resistant to Gage helping him, though? When he’d moaned so loudly the other day? “You’ve had sex before, right?” Gage asked. “Before me.”
Ulric shrugged. “Yeah, so?”
“What happens when they come before you? You let them jerk you off?”
Ulric blinked. Then he looked at his hands. “I finish off.”
The way he said it, though... He couldn’t possibly mean... “Alone?”
Ulric shrugged. Gage stared in horror. “Which bastard fucked you and then left before you came?”
“My ex.” Ulric sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Did he even... stay behind to get you off? At least once?”
Ulric shook his head.
Gage snarled, not even trying to suppress his anger. “No. They don’t fucking get to do that to you.”
He bowled Ulric over onto the mattress, kissing him hard on the lips. Gage straddled Ulric, dragging his wrists all over him, marking Ulric with pine. So Ulric belonged to him, so Ulric wouldn’t let anyone else neglect him again.
“Mine,” Gage growled, kissing Ulric so sweetly that Ulric groaned, his legs parting, his hands coming up to grasp Gage’s shirt. “I’m gonna give you the best damn orgasm, babe.”
“You already did,” Ulric blurted.
Gage rumbled, sliding his tongue into Ulric’s mouth. “Then I’ll give you another. I’ll give you so many, you won’t remember the fuckers you dated before.”
He pushed his hand into Ulric’s pants, waiting until their eyes met. Ulric bit his lip. But he spread his legs wider—an invitation. And Gage took Ulric’s hard cock, he pumped it roughly, so Ulric tipped his head back, his mouth falling open.
That first time he’d gotten
