Page 24 of Missing in Action: m/m hurt/comfort romance

Tyler

First of all, Tyler made Holden put the two stamps carefully into a black mount covered with plastic. That then went into another packet. Then he made him put the packet in the top drawer of the bureau in the gap beside his socks, where no liquid would get spilt on it and nothing could actually damage it. Then he searched for the Inverted Jenny online with trembling fingers. He knew nothing about this stamp other than it was worth a fortune. Wikipedia told him there were only a hundred copies of the 1918 stamp with the rare fault in existence and they were worth around one and a half million dollars, although some had sold for two million in the past.

Holden closed the drawer. He looked at Tyler’s screen, before he took the phone from him and laid it down. Then he pulled Tyler into his arms and kissed him. They kissed like they were millionaires. Which Holden was. They fell onto the bed amongst the pile of stamps—even the hundreds of bucks Penny Red—and rolled about with abandon, ripping at clothes. Money had never made Tyler hard before but it did now, even though it was Holden’s. Because Holden’s excitement was his excitement and there was no doubting the writer was hard enough to drill diamonds. Tyler kind of hoped Holden wouldn’t sell his stamp and move away to Malibu or some such place, leaving Tyler alone and maybe homeless after he’d sold the house, but if he did, he did. Tyler would accept Holden’s good fortune—and he was due some—and wish him well.

But Holden, on top of him and breathing hard with tears in his eyes, said, “We’re rich. We’re rich. Our troubles are over.” And Tyler stared up at him, hearing the word we and his tears started to roll down his cheeks.

“Don’t cry,” Holden said in a whisper. “The best leg money can buy, I swear. The best fucking leg. A fucking robotic leg that takes you for a walk down the street when you’re too tired.” And they both started laughing, clinging together half naked and kissing.

Holden eased between his thighs and Tyler caught his breath as they rocked together, hard cock to hard cock before Holden started to strip Tyler of his shorts and underwear. Tyler watched his gaze and didn’t see Holden so much as glance at his stump. Instead, he was focused on his balls, and stroking the area behind them. They kissed again and Holden’s fingers moved into Tyler’s ass crack, over his hole, and he got what Holden wanted. Tyler wouldn’t have called himself versatile, because he mainly did the fucking and actually, couldn’t remember when he last got fucked.

But it seemed reasonable to get fucked as a celebration of his new fortune. What better reason to submit. And besides, the touch of Holden’s fingers made him shiver and tremble and ache for something inside him. It wouldn’t be a hardship. Far from it.

Holden sat back on his heels. He took lube and a condom from his pocket. Of course. Why wouldn’t he be without these supplies? Then he looked at Tyler, hesitating. “I want to fuck you.”

“I know,” Tyler said.

Holden waited. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

Tyler smiled. “Don’t try to talk me out of it.”

“I’m not, but…”

“What?”

“Don’t think that I…” Holden stopped.

“Don’t think that I need to let you fuck me because you’re going to share your expensive stamp with me?” Tyler asked with an eyebrow raise.

Holden reddened.

Tyler stroked his cheek. “I don’t think that. What I do think is that I want you inside me very much. So why don’t you just get on with it?”

Holden smiled. He uncapped the lube and squeezed some on his fingers.

Tyler flinched at the cold gel.

“Relax.”

“I am.” The sensation of one finger pad lightly stroking his entrance almost made his toes curl, so good did it feel. “Fuck,” he said when Holden pressed and Tyler opened up. He groaned when Holden eased his finger all the way inside, fucking him. Holden leaned over him. He kissed Tyler’s throat, then crooked his finger to find his prostate and Tyler jerked as though electrified. While he’d managed to stimulate it himself in the past, no one else ever had. No one had even tried. He threw back his head, shuddering under Holden’s touch.

Holden gave a low groan. “Fuck, Tyler, you turn me on so much. Look at your cock.”

Tyler looked down. He watched how his cock jerked and dribbled cum with every press of Holden’s fingers.

“So fucking hot,” Holden said, his voice low and dancing along a feverish line. “I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock.”

Tyler groaned. The dirty talk again and this time he loved it. “Fuck me,” he said and saw how Holden’s eyes darkened. His partner knelt back and rolled on a condom with unsteady hands before he lined his cock up with Tyler’s entrance.

Tyler’s dick was throbbing. The action of his ass stretching open almost made him come. Never had it been like this before. Maybe Holden would turn him into a needy bottom with one fuck. He clutched Holden’s shoulders as Holden slid balls-deep, making him gasp.

“Holy fuck,” Holden ground out, his face flushed. He reached between their bodies to take Tyler’s dick in his fist, looking down at him. “I need you to come for me.”

Tyler whimpered. His ass felt stuffed to bursting and when Holden withdrew and nailed him again, he let out a cry and brought his thighs up around Holden’s back.

“Come on.” Holden started a rhythm, long and slow, getting harder and faster until Tyler couldn’t breathe or think and his body arched away into an ascent to orgasm that engulfed him. A climax that loomed on the horizon and approached steadily with the force of a tsunami. How was it possible to come so quickly after being penetrated? He never had before. In fact, from what he could remember each time on bottom had been a miserable anti-climax that he hadn’t wanted to repeat, hence he was always the pitcher and never the catcher. Until Holden showed him how it was done right.

He clawed at Holden’s back and Holden responded with a bruising kiss that sent him spiraling beyond all control. At that moment, Holden owned him body, mind and soul and Tyler was smitten. If this was how Holden always made love, Tyler wanted to be part of it for as long as he could.

He heard Holden’s name slip from his lips. A responding growl from Holden before Tyler dissolved into orgasm and things became hazy as he shook and cried out, holding on tight as though Holden might slide away like a dream. Like one of the morphine dreams he had had on the base at Ramstein when his leg had been amputated and he could still feel his foot alive and hurting and begging to be put out of its misery.

When he regained coherent thought, he was lying sprawled beneath Holden with his partner plastered against him, breathing heavily, his hand still around Tyler’s spent dick.

“Oh my God, Tyler,” Holden said with admiration in his voice.

Tyler laughed.

“That was…” Holden uncurled his fingers as though his hand had been welded to Tyler’s cock. He drew patterns in the semen on Tyler’s belly before bringing his finger to his lips. “Mmm.” He sucked and Tyler watched, enthralled, his dick already surging with renewed interest.

Holden smiled at him. Then he slid down Tyler’s body and Tyler watched as Holden licked around the rim of his cock and ran his tongue over his belly, lapping at Tyler’s cum.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, feathering his fingers through Holden’s silvering hair.

“You’re getting hard again.”

“So I am. You drive me fucking wild, Holden. No one ever got me as hard as you in my entire life.”

Holden’s smile was shy and he actually blushed.

“And when you were inside me,” Tyler continued, unable to be anything but hopelessly honest, “no one ever fucked me like that before. It was kind of something I just had to suck up before. That’s why I didn’t really do it.”

Holden watched him from beneath his lashes. He planted soft kisses on Tyler’s belly. His eyes were tender and misty. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“You have no idea.”

Holden laughed. He slid up and rested his head on Tyler’s chest. “You’re something else, no matter which way around we do it,” he said. “Any way you want, any time, that’s fine by me. Whatever you want. I’m yours.”

Their gazes held before they both stretched for a kiss. Tyler considered how lucky he was. While he was broken, Holden was too. They were two damaged and needy souls finding solace with each other. They had a difficult road ahead of them—he was under no illusions about that—but they had each other and he wanted Holden to be a part of his life for as long as he could have him.

“Let’s sell the stamp and buy a new house somewhere,” Holden said.

Tyler regarded him. “You don’t want to stay here?” He wasn’t surprised.

“I don’t want to live in the house Finn almost died in, no,” Holden replied. “And maybe Dominic fucking Bateman’s ghost haunts the place.”

“Hope he enjoyed the show we put on then,” Tyler said. “I’m guessing he won’t get too much action in hell, unless you count being raped by Satan for all eternity.” They both had a chuckle at that. He hoped maybe he could tell that joke to Finn one day. Then again, perhaps not.

“Do you want to stay here?” he asked. “In Clear Water Creek?”

Holden hesitated. “Yeah, I think so. I like the peace. Even though the sheriff hates me. But I’m easy. Whatever you want. Wherever you want to go.”

A thought occurred to Tyler then. “What if the stamp’s a fake?”

Holden shrugged. “We’ll get it appraised. If it is, it is. No biggie. Doesn’t change how I feel about you and how I want to keep you around.” He regarded Tyler for long moments. “If you can cope with me.”

Tyler swallowed. “I can. I want to. I want to more than anything.”

Holden kissed him. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.” Tyler shook his head and tried to speak and Holden laid fingers over his mouth. “Yes, I am.”

They looked at each other in silence, no words needed, and Tyler thought finally, that it had been worth surviving Afghanistan if Holden was what he found at the end of that long road back.