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Chapter 15

Duncan hoped he looked more confident than he felt. This was his first time with a first timer, and after the way Brodie had jabbed him a minute ago—Duncan had felt the shockwaves up his entire spine—he worried things would go pear-shaped here. But he resolved that no matter how nervous he was, he wouldn’t laugh, and no matter how poorly tonight went, this wouldn’t be their last time.

Brodie checked that the condom was secure, then added a bit more lubricant before turning back to him. “Well, here goes.”

Hooking his hands behind his own legs, Duncan lifted and spread his thighs. Brodie’s eyes widened at the sight, but he said nothing more, only maneuvered himself into position on his knees. Duncan reminded himself to breathe and relax, preparing for any awkward angles that might arise from Brodie’s inexperience.

But Brodie was careful and slow, and soon they were fully joined again, easy as anything.

“I did it!” Brodie wore a look of pure delight as he bent over, coming to rest on Duncan’s chest. “And look, I can kiss you now.”

“You’d better.”

They kissed for a long time, savoring tongues, nibbling lips. Duncan caressed Brodie’s long, lean back, feeling the muscles flex as he moved slowly within him. He’d never felt this close to anyone.

I could fall so hard in love with him.

Brodie’s lips reached Duncan’s neck, then his ear, making him shiver. Duncan dragged his hands down to Brodie’s arse, clutching it tight and bringing him deeper inside.

Brodie groaned, and Duncan felt him stiffen further. He wanted to ask for more, but worried Brodie lacked the energy. What if he passed out in the middle of sex, or suffered another relapse tomorrow?

But Brodie rose up, planting his hands on Duncan’s shoulders. Then he tilted his hips forward, only once, but the new angle seemed to hit a switch inside Duncan, cranking his pleasure up to a higher level.

“Ohhhh.” He grasped Brodie’s arms, and as he slid his hands up over the taut limbs, he remembered what he’d promised earlier tonight, that he would make Brodie feel strong. He had to have faith in that strength now.

“How is it?” Brodie asked, doing it again.

“Good. So good.” Duncan heard himself whimper. “More. Give me more. Please…”

“Aye.” Brodie picked up the pace, unsteady at first. But then he found his rhythm, offering short, swift strokes, then switching to deep, slow ones, until Duncan’s entire body was pulsing, until every breath was a moan. Through the haze, he saw Brodie watching him with unguarded fire. Every shred of fear had vanished.

Finally Brodie sat back on his knees, seizing Duncan’s thighs and spreading them wide, giving himself complete control and the deepest access yet.

“Yes,” Duncan hissed. “Fuck me. As hard as you want. As hard as you can.”

Panting but smiling, Brodie grasped Duncan’s hips with both hands and began. Immediately Duncan knew this was what he needed. This deep, intense pounding, his body at the mercy of this brave, beautiful lad, would send him over the edge.

With one hand he clutched the side of the bed, and with the other he stroked himself in time with Brodie’s thrusts. His voice pitched higher and louder, but beneath his own cries he could hear Brodie’s whispers of encouragement and awe.

“Och, you’re so…” Then there were some words Duncan couldn’t understand, followed by, “Come for me. Come for me now.”

It did feel like he was coming for Brodie, like this moment was a gift for them both. So he kept his eyes opened and their gazes locked, though the orgasm threatened to blind him as it burst through his brain and body. Every muscle shuddered and spasmed with his release.

“I can feel it,” Brodie said. “I can—och, I’m—” He rocked forward, fingers digging into Duncan’s glutes. His eyes closed for a long moment, then flew open. The helpless, poignant look within was like that of a film character who’d just been shot. Duncan knew he’d never forget the sight, even if he lived to be a hundred and twenty-four.

Later, as they held each other in the darkness, warm beneath the covers despite the night’s chill and their own nakedness, Brodie spoke his name in a sleep-slurred voice.

Duncan’s eyelids twitched but didn’t part. “Hmm?”

After a few breaths, as his body grew heavier in Duncan’s arms, Brodie said, “I was wrong.”

“About what?”

“Everything.” He stretched his legs, then twined them with Duncan’s, feet stroking his calves. “Almost everything.”

Duncan didn’t ask him to explain. He didn’t need to. Instead he simply said, “Me, too.”

The time for recriminations and apologies was over. It was time to move forward. Time to play on.