Then, finally, the door swung open, Ulric with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He took one look at Gage, sucked in his belly, and slammed the door shut.
Gage’s heart sank. “Hey. Babe.” He hurried over. “You look perfect.”
“Why’re you here?” Ulric’s voice was muffled.
“‘Cuz I want to see if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“Need me to hand you some clothes?” Gage asked.
There was a pause. Eventually, Ulric muttered, “Yeah.”
Gage riffled through his closet and found a comfortable shirt and pants. He knocked on the door; Ulric opened it by a crack, took the clothes Gage offered, and shut the door tight.
“You’re beautiful with nothing on,” Gage told him. “Been wanting to see it.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I’ll show you how hard I’m getting for you.”
“You shouldn’t,” Ulric grumbled.
“Well, I am. All for you, babe. Want a few inches inside?”
Ulric swore. So Gage pulled down his waistband and let his cock jut up, just waiting.
When Ulric opened the door, shower water dripping off his hair, he froze. His gaze raked heavily down Gage’s front, pausing at his hard length.
Gage pumped it. “See?”
Ulric swallowed, looking uncertain. His lips had pulled into a pout, and he looked like he needed a good kiss. “You could’ve been jerking off to someone else.”
Gage rolled his eyes, taking Ulric’s hand. Then he wrapped that hot fist snug around himself, thrusting hard into Ulric’s fist. “For you, babe. No one else.”
Ulric groaned; the sound went right between Gage’s legs. Gage leaked, his tip dragging wetly against Ulric’s shirt.
For a moment, Ulric looked torn. Then, haltingly, he said, “We could—with the lights off.”
“Yeah?” Gage’s cock grew heavier. “Will you let me take your clothes off?”
Ulric paled.
“In the dark. You can blindfold me if you want.”
“No. Clothes on.”
That was disappointing, but Gage wasn’t going to push it. “Get on the bed. I’ll make you come real hard.”
“Damn it, Gage.” Hunger flickered through Ulric’s gaze; Gage reached down, squeezing Ulric through his pants. He was getting hard, too.
“Look how perfect this is,” Gage murmured, wrapping his hand around Ulric’s tip. “Want to put it inside me?”
Something flashed in Ulric’s gaze, something feral. And Ulric grew rock-hard against his palm. In seconds.
“I shouldn’t,” Ulric breathed, but beneath his words lay a thread of hunger. “I’ll ruin your hole, Gage. I want it so bad.”
Fuck, Gage couldn’t say no to him. “You’ll have to fight me for it.”
Ulric’s pupils dilated; musk billowed off his skin. “You shouldn’t stay,” Ulric rasped. “I—”
“You...?” Gage stroked his entire length, encouraging him.
“I—” A flush crept up Ulric’s throat. “I’ll need your safeword.”
That sounded dangerous. It thrilled Gage. “Yeah?” He murmured, crowding closer, his instincts growling just beneath his skin. “Why?”
“I—” Ulric tensed. “I like it when you hold me down,” he breathed. “When I—When I fight you off and you fuck me anyway.”
Gage’s hole squeezed. “And you want to do that to me?”
Ulric couldn’t meet his eyes. “Yeah. Actually, you should just leave. Please. Right now.”
He looked embarrassed but hungry, and in his eyes, that feral part of him lurked. Gage’s instincts roared. “If you want a fight, I’ll give you a fight.”
“Fuck.” Ulric’s pupils blew wide.
Gage’s throat went dry. He rarely saw this side of Ulric. And he wanted to. He wanted to know everything about Ulric there was to know. And if it helped Ulric forget his discomfort from earlier... “It starts now,” Gage said, shoving his pants off.
Ulric swore, his chest heaving. “Gage, no.”
Gage clambered onto Ulric’s bed, spreading his legs open. And Ulric lunged, he snarled and shoved Gage down against the mattress, grinding his covered bulge against Gage’s ass, his cock pushing an indent into Gage’s cheeks. Gage’s instincts demanded to pin him, to claim Ulric as his own.
“Tell me your safeword,” Ulric panted, pressing Gage’s chest against the bed. “Or you need to fucking leave.”
But Ulric’s desperation kindled Gage’s own need. Ulric wanted a fight—Gage would give him the best one he’d ever had.
“‘Popcorn’,” Gage said. He’d never had a safeword before. “That okay?”
“Popcorn,” Ulric repeated, his breath rushing hot into Gage’s hair. “Say that if you want me to stop.”
He reached down, grasping Gage’s cock roughly, yanking on it. Pleasure burst through Gage’s body; he swore, fucking into Ulric’s fist. And Ulric kicked off his own pants, he slid his tip between Gage’s cheeks, hot and thick. Gage stopped breathing.
He’d felt Ulric’s cock there before, Ulric shoving against his entrance, needing to push inside. Gage hadn’t thought he actually would—until now. He’d never been on this end, he’d never had an alpha inside his body. Ulric’s touch sent heat coursing through his veins.
Gage groaned, muscling Ulric off himself, rolling them over so he pinned Ulric with his own weight. Ulric growled and reached down; Gage shoved his hands away, rubbing their bare cocks together. His skin tingled wherever they touched.
“Try harder, babe,” Gage whispered against his lips. “You want this hole, you’d better fucking work for it.”
Ulric struggled, eyes flashing. Gage smiled and rocked their hips together. Then he straddled Ulric properly and rubbed his balls against Ulric’s cock, before sitting down on it, letting Ulric feel his entrance.
“It’s right here,” Gage murmured.
Ulric lunged; Gage rolled off to give him some leverage. Ulric slammed him back down against the mattress, working his fingers between Gage’s cheeks. Gage’s hole squeezed in anticipation.
Having Ulric hold him down like this—his instincts growled for the upper hand. Briefly, Gage remembered another time, when he’d been held down and beaten up by people he couldn’t trust. But that was a long time ago, and he was here with Ulric.
And he trusted this man.
Gage knocked Ulric’s hands away. Ulric grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, and then he sank a finger into Gage’s hole, dry.
It burned a little. Mostly, what caught Gage’s attention was the feeling of Ulric inside him, Ulric wanting to own him, claim him. With his leg, Gage shoved Ulric’s hand away so his touch slipped out. Ulric’s eyes gleamed; he pushed his finger back inside, swirling it around.
It felt a
