Page 82 of Deep Down
“Ah, yes.” Craig’s movements increased, the more Alex teased his nipples.
He slid his other hand down to wrap around the base of Craig’s cock. “Do you want to come like this?”
Craig whimpered, biting his lip but shook his head. “No. I want you inside me.”
“Craig…we don’t have any lube that will work in here.” Alex dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling, wishing he’d thought of this potential result.
“Shelf.” Craig’s words were barely vocalised, as quiet as they were.
Alex swung his head around to the shelf next to the bath and, lo and behold, there was a tube. Reaching for it, not daring to hope it could be useful, Alex read the writing. “Fuck, yeah.” Water-based lube. Best invention on the planet. He frowned. “I fell for this ruse, didn’t I?”
Craig gave a shaky smile, thrusting his hips gently to create waves. “Yeah. Enough talking. Fuck me already.”
After two years together, Alex was occasionally caught unawares with Craig’s strong personality. He loved every second of it, however much it meant getting his ass reamed—no pun intended—on occasion.
Flicking open the tube, he squirted some on his fingers and replaced it on the shelf. He reached past Craig’s cock to his hole, not wanting to risk the lube washing off if he played first. Pulling his legs back enabled him to widen Craig’s, giving him more room to manoeuvre. Rubbing against his ass, Alex watched for any discomfort as he pressed two fingers forward. Other than faster motions with his hips, Craig appeared content. Alex was, too. With every movement Craig made, Alex’s cock rubbed between their bodies, encouraging his arousal without the need for other stimulation.
He prepped Craig quickly, knowing his body well after so long together. Snagging the lube once more, he spread some on his cock and indicated for Craig to lift himself while Alex positioned himself and pressed in. Alex was obviously too slow for Craig because Craig dropped himself down on Alex’s shaft without preamble.
“Fuck!” they chorused as Alex settled inside Craig. Alex pulled Craig’s back against his chest and gripped him under his thighs. Using his hands, he slid Craig up his chest and off his cock before gliding him back down onto it again.
“You feel good, Craig. So fucking good.”
When Alex’s arms shook with exertion, he ordered, “Kneel over me and hold onto my knees.” In that position, Alex pumped his hips faster, getting more friction for them both. It also enabled him to hit Craig’s prostate, which he realised when Craig swore.
“Right there! Right fucking there!” Craig dropped his head forward and met Alex’s thrusts with his own. “Oh, yes, Alex. Fuck, yes.”
“I’m close. Jerk yourself. I want you to come with me.” The growl in his voice meant he was closer than he thought. “Fucking hell. Craig, I’m going to come.”
“I’m there, fuck, I’m...” Craig’s words descended into moans and whimpers as his ass clamped rhythmically on Alex’s cock, sending him into orbit.
Everything went blurry, and Alex lost sense of time. When he came back, Craig was nestled against his chest once more.
Alex exhaled loudly. “Wow.”
Craig chuckled. “Yeah, you could say that.”
“I’m getting cold. Let’s get out.”
They scrambled out, drying off and strode to the bedroom. Alex jumped under the covers and waited for Craig to join him. They laid on their sides facing each other, one hand under each of their pillows, their other hands linked together on top. Alex leaned forward to press a kiss to Craig’s knuckles.
“My session went well. You know I’ve been a bit anxious lately, and I’ve managed to figure it all out now.” Craig paused. “I love that you never force me to give you information until I’m ready. I love that you’re always here, unconditionally. You take me as I am, broken—no, not broken, cracked—pieces andalland never force me to heal quicker than I’m able to. I can honestly say, I’ve never met anyone as amazing as you.”
Alex stared at Craig with tears in his eyes. “I love you.”
“And I love you. Which is why…” Craig pulled his hand from under his pillow, “I’d like to ask…if you will marry me?”
Staring at the open ring box in front of Alex’s nose, tears dripped unchecked down his face, blurring his vision. Alex could not believe Craig was asking him. He never expected it. Well, at some point in the future because Alex would have proposed sooner rather than later. But for Craig to be the one to do it…
“Yes! Hell, yes! Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!” Alex croaked the words in between his sobs. He couldn’t see a thing, but he felt Craig kiss his lips and wipe away his tears.
“Oh, sweetheart. Thank you.” Craig pulled Alex up, so they were both sitting and held him in his arms.
Once Alex could see clearer, Craig took the ring out of the box and pushed it onto Alex’s finger. Alex lifted it to his eyes and saw a solid silver ring with a Celtic knot surrounding a picture of a heart, crown and hands. Alex remembered seeing the image before but couldn’t place it.
“It’s a Claddagh ring. The heart represents love, the crown represents loyalty, and the hands represent friendship. All the things that remind me of you.” Craig bit his lip. “I know you might not be able to wear it to work…”
Alex leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss. “I will wear it proudly every day.”
“I love you.”
“Love you.”
The End