Page 182 of Beneath the Stain

“You can hang on to your cock now,” he rumbled.

Mackey grabbed it quickly, impatient. Greedy.

Trav pushed back up, and Mackey rolled his hips, because,God. Let’s get this fuck on the road!

Thrust after thrust, Trav pounded away inside him, and Mackey jerked roughly on his own cock. In the end, Mackey was wholly selfish, invested completely in the ache in his ass, in the sparking behind his eyes when Trav hit his gland, in his beating, squeezing self-assault on his own dick.

He was breathless, panting, groaning,beggingwhen the moment came. He clenched, convulsed, released, the fireworks behind his eyes all tinged sepia, like Trav’s eyes.

Trav let out a grunt above him that probably ripped from his taint to his sternum, and started to pump inside of Mackey like a fire hose.

Ah, yes! Something else Mackey treasured—the slippery feeling of Trav’s come inside, sliding out, binding them in a way. Wasn’t neat, wasn’t clean, it was sloppy and real, and Mackey craved it like he craved Trav’s sweat and his touch and the hotness of his mouth.

The kiss at the end went on forever, sweet, infinite, and then Trav collapsed on top of Mackey, resting his head on Mackey’s chest, trusting Mackey could hold his weight.

They were breathing too hard to tell if anyone else in the house was up, and for a moment, it was just the two of them. Their room. Their house. Their world.

“Trav?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

“Does this mean we made it? It’s all good after this?”

Trav pushed up so he could look Mackey in the eyes.

“Thereisno finish line,” he said seriously. “This means we made it over some big stuff. Means the other stuff might not seem so big. But you’ve seen guys, pros, trip up in concert over a single song they’ve done a zillion times—”

“Like when Bruce forgot the lyrics to ‘Born to Run,’” Mackey said gravely, because it was legend.

“Yeah. My mom told me the trick to staying in love was falling in love every day. Like you do with music. You listen for good music every day.”

Mackey smiled a little, ran his fingers through that military hair, grazed those lean lips, swollen from sucking Mackey’s cock, touched that hard, square jaw.

“So I have to listen for you every day?” he said, delighted—even more so when he saw what he thought of as Trav’s sex flush wash over Trav’s cheekbones again.

“You’ve got to find something in me to love every day,” Trav said, embarrassed.

“Yeah, well, you’ve got the harder job,” Mackey said seriously. “I’m a pain in the ass.”

Trav laughed softly and ground his softening cock inside Mackey one last time. “I beg to differ,” he murmured.

Mackey laughed, because, well, dick joke, and because morning sex, and because their own room and their own home and Disneyland tomorrow and sleeping in, and because….

“Trav?”

“Yeah?”

“Not every day is going to be this good.”

Trav kissed his chest. “No,” he said softly.

“Let’s make sure we remember this one, okay?”

“For how long?” Trav asked, half-playful, half-serious.

“Forever. Until tomorrow. When I fall in love with you again.”

It was a deal. They kissed on it. They kissed again before they got up, and again in the shower, where Mackey started singing because that was just what his heart did.

“It’s a beautiful day….”