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Felix

“I love you,” Felix whispered, heart thrumming in his throat.

Holy fucking shite. He’d said it. He’d actually said those terrifying three words. Three small words. Eight letters. And they had the ability to end him.

It would be fine. Sam didn’t need to say them back. It would be completely fine if he didn’t say them back. Completely, totally, utterly, inconceivably fine. As long as Sam didn’t do something like laugh in Felix’s face or throw Felix off his lap, then it would all be fine.

He paused, the silence registering. Shite. Was silence worse than laughter? It felt worse.

“Stop spiraling.”

The breath Felix was holding burst out of him with a whoosh . Sam’s hand came up to cradle his face, fingers biting into his skin.

“Now. Say it again,” he commanded.

Felix’s heart skipped a beat. He swallowed roughly. “I love you.”

“Fuck.” Sam’s mouth collided with his.

Sam’s hands slid to Felix’s nape, holding him tight, secure, like he never planned on letting go.

Felix hoped he never would. He pressed into Sam, trading frantic passes, too rushed to sink into anything deep.

Tongues brushed, coasted between each kiss, but that was as much as the frenzied collision of mouths would allow.

Felix’s hands were everywhere, needed to be everywhere, touch all of Sam. His fingertips shook as they traced that sharp jawline, his chest hummed with warmth as they slid down Sam’s neck, the man’s pulse beating just as forcefully as Felix’s own.

Hands drifted down Felix’s chest, over his sides, tensing, like Sam’s fingers couldn’t help but dig into Felix. Like the want, the need, the feeling was too much.

“I don’t have enough hands,” Sam growled out between kisses. “Bloody hell, I wish I was an octopus so I could have eight hands to touch you with.”

Felix pulled back and blinked down at the flushed, rugged man beneath him. “That’s an extremely disturbing image.”

Sam’s signature grin flashed at him. “Don’t ruin my fantasy.” But then his features turned solemn, his dark gaze piercing. “Say it once more,” he whispered.

“I love you,” Felix rasped.

They crashed back together, lips pressing over lips, teeth desperately sinking into flesh, like each of them were determined to latch on and pull the other back.

Felix pressed even tighter to the man surrounding him, his body, his heart, everything swirling inside him needing to be as close as possible. Closer.

His chest was burning from the inside out. With every slow glide of Sam’s tongue against his, his pulse stuttered. The grip of Sam’s hands in his hair. They weren’t controlling, they weren’t demanding. They were desperate, fearful, like Sam needed to hold on to Fee to ground himself.

“I.” They traded another frantic kiss. “Love.” Tongues tangled in a torrent of emotion. “You.” Now that he’d let the words free, he couldn’t hold them back. Needed to keep saying it, needed it to sink into Sam until he felt it, too. The way his heart beat it like a benediction.

Felix went to fall into another collision of lips, but Sam’s hands shot up to cup Felix’s jaw, arms rigid, stilling Felix a breath away.

His chest surged as he stared into those fathomless grey eyes, dark, swallowed by the storm.

Sam loosened his hold, fingers shaking against Felix’s skin.

They traced lightly over his cheekbones.

A thumb pulled on his bottom lip. Sam’s gaze followed, touching each spot in time with his fingertips.

Sam’s throat worked, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and met Felix’s stare again.

He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe, couldn’t possibly comprehend that this was really happening.

“I love you, too,” he said, his voice unraveling at the edges like Felix was in danger of right now.

Because hearing those words back from Sam?

There was too much feeling battling inside of him.

Felix was cracking at the seams, emotion breaking free.

They fell back together, this time delving deep, a battle of who could thrust faster, press tighter, love harder.

And even with no space between them, there was too much distance.

Sam must have felt it, too. The desperation.

The need to provide the uncontrollable passion thundering within an outlet.

Because hands started ripping at clothing, pulling at knots, tearing at buttons.

“I want you to fuck me,” Felix panted after another scorching kiss.

Sam’s chest lifted into Felix’s with every labored breath, an onyx storm staring back at him. He shook his head lightly, his mess of hair, damp and disheveled from the downpour, tumbling over his brow. “No, Fee. Not here. Not like this.”

“Yes, like this.” Felix didn’t even care about the whine in his voice. This was the perfect time. The amount he was feeling. Hell, now was the time.

“No.” Sam’s tone brooked no argument. “I refuse to do it somewhere I can’t take complete care of you. We don’t even have any supplies here.”

Felix glanced around. He was sure they could find something .

Sam’s body started shaking beneath Felix, snapping Felix’s attention back to him—to a Sam who was trying valiantly to hold back his mirth, but failing.

“Ab-absolutely not. I don’t even w-want to know what you think we’d find in here.

I am not using anything that’s used to tend to plants as lubricant.

That story only ends in disaster. Rashes and itching, and just no. ”

Felix slumped into Sam’s chest and huffed grumpily.

“I want you in a bed,” Sam murmured, fingers massaging Felix’s scalp. Felix pressed into it, body arching like a cat. “I want to take my time. I want to ensure it’s perfect for you.”

Felix pulled back. He supposed he couldn’t be too angry at that.

Sam’s hands coasted down Felix’s bare neck, drifting over the exposed skin of his chest where his lawn shirt gaped open, then over the thin fabric until he stopped just above Felix’s breeches. In their frenzy, they’d lost waistcoats and cravats. Sam popped a button on Felix’s placket.

“I will gladly give that to you when the circumstances allow.” Another button popped free. “But that time isn’t now.” Another button. “Let me love you properly, Fee.”

Felix nodded. “But only if properly means nakedly.”

Sam bit his lip against a smile. “Oh, very nakedly.”

Sam gently nudged Felix to sidle off his lap.

And then they were all groping hands and exploring lips as they slipped out of lawn shirts, kicked out of boots, and maneuvered out of breeches.

Then Sam took Felix’s hand and guided him back toward the bench.

This time, he turned Felix around, had him sit. And Sam sank to his knees.

“Open,” Sam commanded.

Like he needed to say that twice. Felix’s knees sprang apart.

Sam gripped behind Felix’s knees and tugged him to the edge of the bench. “Now, this is how we’re going to start. But it’s not how we’re going to finish. Understand, Fee?”

Sam leaned forward, and Felix’s cock twitched against his stomach. Sam’s hand curled around Felix, gave a long, slow pull. He leaned even closer, his breath dancing over the head of Felix’s cock. Felix shifted, his lungs stalling.

“All I’m going to do…” Sam licked his lips, then dragged them over Felix’s crown.

Felix’s eyes rolled back. Dear fucking Lord.

“Is get you nice and wet.” He swirled his tongue around Felix once.

“Because we’re going to finish together.

Skin against skin. Me against you.” He swirled his tongue again.

“I want my mouth on yours, swallowing all of those pretty sounds you make.” His gaze flicked to Felix’s cock, and his voice turned hungry. “Just after I swallow you down first.”

And then the man proved true to his word.

His lips parted, and he sank down on Felix.

Felix’s muscles locked at the tight, wet glide.

Sam didn’t hesitate. His goal was to get Felix wet, and he was quick to achieve his objective.

It was messy, saliva covering Felix’s cock, dripping down Sam’s chin, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes from how hard he pushed himself.

It was the most sinful thing Felix had ever seen.

His heart drummed against his ribcage, blood driving south.

Pressure built at the base of his spine.

Every hit to the back of Sam’s throat sent sparks shooting through his cock.

His ballocks drew tight, the pressure vibrating through his groin.

His hands shot to Sam’s head, and he yanked Sam off him.

Breath exploded from his lungs, vision blurry as he came back from the edge. Nearly too late.

“Together,” he managed through ragged breaths. “You promised together.”

Sam hastily stood and went to sit, but Felix was faster. He grabbed Sam’s hips and yanked Sam forward, getting his own taste. He slid down Sam’s length, giving short, quick sucks.

“ Fuck, ” Sam growled. He thrust a few times into Felix’s mouth and then wrenched himself away. He fell onto the bench and practically threw Felix back over his lap. They each drew in a sharp breath as scalding skin finally met, as their aching lengths slid against each other.

“Think that’s wet enough,” Felix panted. He bucked, and they groaned at the slippery, wet glide.

Sam reached for them, but Felix swatted Sam’s hand away.

He didn’t want space between them. Not even for Sam’s hand.

It wasn’t close enough. He pushed his legs wider, pressing closer, trapped their cocks between their stomachs.

Sam’s arm snaked around his back, and Felix latched onto those strong shoulders for leverage.

He flexed his thighs and thrust. They both moaned.

Anticipation coiled in Felix’s gut. He didn’t have long to wait because Sam hauled Felix to him, their mouths colliding.

Felix rocked his hips into Sam at the same time Sam drove up, iron-hard thighs flexing.

Arms and hands pulled at each other, demanding closer as hips ground and thrust in a reckless rhythm, a reckless pursuit of the impending pleasure.

Felix buried his head in Sam’s neck, the scent of citrus, sweet sweat, and an essence that was purely Sam wrapped around him.

The most comforting of embraces. He needed more, needed every sense overwhelmed with this man.

His lips traversed Sam’s neck, tongue tasting, rewarded with the faint trace of salty skin.

He jerked his hips, fervent, furious, frenzied.

Sam’s fingers slid to Felix’s arse, those large hands latching onto Felix and pulling Felix against him, forcing Felix’s thrusts harder, rougher.

He locked his arms tight around Sam, reveling in the way the strong muscles in Sam’s back rolled and flexed.

Grunts and moans burst from them with every drive as they rutted wildly against each other.

Like they were trying to outdo the torrent outside.

Louder. Harder. Untamed.

The raging storm beyond the glass didn’t stand a chance against the one tearing through them.

Felix’s cries drowned out the downpour, and Sam’s deep groans were everywhere, closing around Felix.

They thundered through his chest, roared in his ears, sent lust racing through his groin.

Searing hot pleasure streaked through his ballocks, down his shaft.

Sam’s hips grew sporadic, thighs shaking beneath Felix.

Sam’s fingertips dug into Felix with bruising force, his lips finding Felix’s ear. “I love you,” he said hoarsely, and then his body locked tight, hips spasming as he roared his release into Felix’s neck.

It was all Felix needed. Those three words. He fell over the edge, too, burying himself so deeply into Sam’s hair he couldn’t draw air. But he didn’t need air.

Not if he had Sam.

His body trembled violently, Sam’s arms squeezing him securely, binding, as the last vestiges of his orgasm crashed through him.

Then his muscles went slack, and he slumped over Sam.

Fingers coasted gently over Felix’s back while lips feathered lazy kisses over Felix’s shoulder. Felix nuzzled into Sam’s neck.

He didn’t need anything else.

Not if he had Sam.