Page 78 of Pretty Poison
Rocky shook his head but grabbed a pint from the freezer before following Asher to their bedroom. His husband had already stripped down and was lying between the sheets when Rocky walked in. He handed the carton to Asher, then divested himself of his clothes before crawling into bed beside him. Asher returned the ice cream to Rocky while he turned the television on and found the nextSchitt’s Creekepisode in the queue.
Asher raised his arm, and Rocky tucked himself beneath it. Maybe Rocky would get fully aroused, and they’d make love; perhaps he wouldn’t. He’d started to see a significant improvement after consecutive nights of good sleep and markedly fewer anxiety attacks. He wasn’t cured; he was a long way from it. The important takeaway was that Rocky finally understood the difference between intimacy and sex. Yes, he wanted his sex life to return to what it was before the shooting, but he was grateful for the lessons in intimacy and discovering the beauty in connecting on a deeper level.
“What flavor ice cream did you pick out?” Asher asked when the opening scene started on TV.
“Why don’t you try to guess?”
“Okay.”
Instead of spooning the ice cream into Asher’s mouth, Rocky took a bite. “Mmmm,” he said as he tasted the peanut butter ice cream mixed with chunks of salty pretzels and fudgy brownies. He took a second bite before he kissed Asher.
His husband slid his tongue between Rocky’s lips, flicking the tip against his. Asher moaned when he got a hint of the flavor, then cupped the back of Rocky’s head and deepened the kiss until he devoured all traces of the ice cream.
Asher pulled back and studied Rocky’s face. “We’ve never had this flavor before. I tasted peanut butter and chocolate, though.”
Rocky fed him his own spoonful, smiling when Asher immediately opened for a second bite. He fed Asher again before taking a spoonful for himself. “It’s called Netflix and Chill’d.”
“I have a new favorite.” Asher opened for another bite.
They took turns feeding one another and exchanged sticky kisses. Eventually, they forgot about both the ice cream and the show on TV. Rocky straddled Asher’s lap, loving the feel of his husband’s big hands all over his body. Before, Asher’s urgent erection would’ve induced panic. Now, Rocky closed his eyes and gave his pleasure over to Asher. He focused on how his husband made him feel, not what he was supposed to make Asher feel.
Asher brought him to a full erection with his patient touches, tender kisses, and encouraging whispers. Rather than rolling Rocky to his back, Asher held him on his lap.
“Ride me. Just like this,” Asher said.
Rocky drizzled lube on Asher’s cock while his husband teased and stretched his opening. Asher kissed him deeply, possessing every part of Rocky that he could reach. When Rocky couldn’t take it any longer, he lowered himself onto Asher’s cock. He fisted his hands in Asher’s hair when he started to move, eating at his mouth as the pleasure built inside him. Asher kept his hands on Rocky’s hips, anchoring them together as they moved in unison. The invisible hold Asher had on his heart tightened too, causing him to lose his breath in the best ways.
Rocky came sooner than he’d wanted, but it was hard to get upset when he felt so fucking phenomenal. Seeing Asher’s pleasure wash over his face and ripple through his body meant more than experiencing his own climax.
Sticky and replete, they clung to one another for a long time afterward.
“We missed the show,” Asher said in between kisses to Rocky’s neck.
Rocky aimed the remote at the television. “Now that we’ve chilled, we can Netflix again.”
Asher chuckled. “Do we have more of that ice cream?”
“We have half a pint left plus another one in the freezer.”
“You go start the shower, and I’ll grab the other pint of ice cream.”
Asher’s phone rang inside his jeans pocket. Rocky moved to get off his lap, but his husband tightened his grip. “I like you here.”
“Two seconds ago, you wanted me to go start the shower.” Rocky tipped his head toward Asher’s jeans. “We’re going to need to talk about this.”
“I’m a slob. I know.”
Rocky smirked. “Not about your slovenly ways, although it is true. We need to discuss why you’re not taking Duggins’s calls.”
“Saw that, did ya?”
“I am a private detective. I also have a very overactive brain, so letting me draw my own conclusions can get dangerous.”
Asher winced. “Duggins and I haven’t… We didn’t…”
“Hey,” Rocky said. “You told me you haven’t been with anyone else. I believe you. Not all my conclusions involve you getting naked with another man.”
“They better never include that scenario. You’re the only one I want.” He heaved a deep sigh. “Things with Duggins have gotten really complicated. I’ll tell you everything but not tonight, okay?”