pulling him on top of him. Hayden straddled his hips, flinching as Dylan rubbed cold liquid between his buttocks. Hayden reached behind him. He panted with excitement as he gripped Dylan's shaft, steadying it as he sank down.
Impaled, he gasped for breath, willing himself open as he took every inch. The pain was pleasure. Never had Hayden come close to this with another man in the twelve years since he met Dylan and never had he wanted to. That part of him had been locked away, waiting for Dylan to come with the key.
Dylan's flesh was a rock-hard, pulsing intrusion. Hayden sat with hands braced on his lover's chest, moving himself with slow turns of his pelvis. Dylan hissed in pleasure, hands on Hayden's hips.
Hayden leaned back, riding him, his own cock twitching and standing up to his belly. Dylan's hand enclosed it. He pumped it slowly and steadily and Hayden bucked and ground down harder.
Dylan cursed low under his breath. His other hand sought Hayden's torso, stroking, caressing every inch.
Hayden lost his breath. He slid forward, his chest pressed against Dylan's. They kissed. Dylan held him hard and Hayden came in a scorching flood down Dylan's body.
Dylan gripped his hips, thrusting into his body and Hayden continued his movements until Dylan came to climax.
His lover lay back, breathing heavily, sweat gleaming on his upper lip. Never had Hayden seen such a beautiful sight. Their lips met. Dylan murmured his love.
****
They lay together in the afterglow, watching the ceiling fan turning lazily as it evaporated the sweat from their bodies.
Dylan glanced over at Hayden. "Did you tell your wife about us?"
"Yes. I had to. I told her as soon as I got home."
"And she didn't leave you?"
"No. She was hurt and she cried but she never once threatened to leave. She loved me more than I deserved."
Dylan's fingers laced with his.
Hayden took a breath and then continued. "When… it got closer to the end, she told me to go find you. After she'd gone."
Their eyes locked. Dylan swallowed, his eyes brimming. "She was a special lady."
"Yes."
"I hope I can do her justice."
They leaned into each other.
"You can," Hayden said as their lips touched.
Some time later, he thought to ask Dylan about his man. "He's gone," Dylan said. "He expected you to come back, sooner or later."
"He looked just like me."
"I know. I'm ashamed that he knew that, too."
Hayden sighed. "What do you want to do?"
"Live with you. Love you."
"I can't live at your house. Not when you were there seven years with him. And you can't live at mine."
They were silent. "Do you still have Boots?" Hayden asked.
Dylan chuckled. "Yeah. He's a senior citizen now, bless him."
"I'm glad. You and Boots, you make a great team."
Dylan leaned on his arm, looking down at him, brushing some hair away from Hayden's eyes. "Sell your house. We'll buy somewhere new."
"In Blackstone?"
"If you can bear being in the middle of nowhere. We have a shortage of good dentists."
Hayden smiled. "Dylan, can I ask you a favour?"
"Sure."
"Will you open your mouth and let me look at your fantastic teeth?"
Dylan rolled on top of him, grinning. "I hope you don't mean this in a fetishistic kind of way."
"Not much." Hayden groaned in pleasure as he looked up into Dylan's open mouth. "Wonderful, just wonderful. If everyone had teeth like you, I'd be out of a job."
Dylan kissed him on one clavicle. He slid down Hayden's body and Hayden watched the progress of his mouth down his torso. He squirmed under every kiss, his body on fire.
"I knew you were the man for me when I saw your teeth."
Dylan lifted his head, flashing his pearly whites again. He licked one stiff nipple, making Hayden groan. "I knew you were the man for me when I asked you to breathe on me and I smelled chocolate. You stood so close to me, I almost kissed you in that moment. My heart started to beat so hard it hurt. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I thought I was about to have a heart attack."
Hayden
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley