Page 94 of Sean's Sunshine

Billy tried not to chuckle. That was a good one. “Seriously—”

Sean wiped the water from his eyes again and straightened up, turning to kiss Billy full and long on the lips, with tongue and wandering hands, until Billy’s senses were suffused with warm, wet, slippery man.

For a few blissful moments, all the events of the night before slid away. His brother robbing houses, that pathetic story of being taken in by their father, and his father, who had barely recognized Billy’s existence—all of it went rinsing down the drain. The awful conversation with their mother after they’d taken Berto home, the terrible confession, their mother’s heartbreak and guilt—God, all of it, all of it swirling with the hot water down, down, and away while Billy allowed himself to be overwhelmed, to be taken over by pleasure, by security, by love.

He’d heard what Andres had said while Billy had been comforting Roberto. Sean had given up any credit for the bust, any commendation, any mention for taking his own initiative, all so Billy and Berto’s no-good, gutless, asshole sperm donor could go to prison and leave Roberto out of it to have a second chance.

Trust me, Sean had said, and Billy had—he’d trusted his cop. But he’d thought Sean would do a minimum best, a “sorry, man, them’s the breaks,” best.

Sean had given everything for Billy and his ungrateful punkass little brother, and Billy…. Billy didn’t have any way to pay him back.

“You’re thinking too much,” Sean murmured into his mouth. “Turn around.”

“Turn around to do what?” Billy mumbled, but Sean was bossing him around this time, and Billy found himself facing the spray while Sean… sat down? Was that what Sean was doing? Sitting down behind—ahh….

Sean started with the washcloth, which was probably a good idea, the gentle pressure, the nubbly pleasure, stroking down his crease, probing delicately into his hole. Billy propped himself on the rails recently installed on the sides of the shower and thrust his rump out a bit, giving Sean easy access, and Sean chuckled and obliged.

Some more cleaning, and some rinsing, and some—ah! Probing with a finger and… oh… oh…. Sean’s tongue swiped across him, and Billy moaned, suddenly needing this so badly he didn’t even realize he’d slipped directly into subspace, limp and willing, ready to allow the man behind him to do anything to him, anything at all.

Sean obliged, and damn, his tongue was a thing of magic. So were his fingers, gently thrusting, teasing, stretching, before Sean moved his hands to other places—the backs of Billy’s thighs, which were really sensitive, and the front of them, which just sort of teased him until—oh! Oh yes! A perfect reach-around, Sean grasping Billy’s cock while he went to work with that wicked, wicked tongue.

Billy began to gibber, his body shaking, until finally he managed, “Gonna come. Gonna fall! Gonna—”

But Sean had pulled back and let go as soon as Billy said he was going to fall, and Billy, adrift and on the ledge of orgasm, welcomed Sean’s hands as he stood and helped Billy out of the tub, as he dried them both off and led Billy, dazed and still shaking, into the bedroom and onto the bed.

Billy slid on first and lay on his back, legs spread, knees flopping lewdly to the side, not sure if that’s what Sean wanted but knowing that’s whatheneeded. He needed to see Sean’s face while they were merged, needed to know Sean was there, holding him,groundinghim, keeping him from flying off the edge of the cliff without a parachute or a place to land.

Sean reached above him under the pillow for the lube, and Billy opened his mouth to try and tell him, “Hey, this isn’t my first rodeo!” but Sean kissed him instead while simultaneously clicking the lubricant and oiling his own cock.

Billy groaned, grabbing Sean’s shoulders just to hold on to his own sanity, and Sean chuckled.

“Patience, okay?”

Billy swallowed, but the word came out anyway. “Need.” And oh, he needed all of it like he’d never needed before. Sean’s touch, his tenderness, his gentle care. How did Billy not know this was necessary? It was like rediscovering sex all over again when he thought he’d had a handle on things by taking Sean into his bed. But this was Sean takinghimto bed, taking his pleasure into consideration, taking his time, just takinghim, and when he breached Billy’s entrance, Billy wasn’t thinking about size or length or professional pride in the timing of the orgasm or turning his hips or his face to the camera or any of the other things porn had taught him about sex.

He was thinking,Thank God, Thank God this man is inside of me, making me his own.

But that didn’t mean it didn’t feelreallygood as well.

Sean didn’t ask him if it was okay or too much—Billy’s groan, the way he wrapped his legs around Sean’s hips—he knew that spoke for him, and Sean took him at his word. He thrust slowly at first, establishing a rhythm, and as Billy blissed out in the fog of sex, Sean moved faster… and faster… while Billy begged him, spurred him on, pleaded for his come.

“Grab yourself, Guillermo,” Sean whispered. “You come first. It’s your turn.”

Billy remembered he could and slid his hand between their bodies, grabbed his cock, and reveled, the first time in forever, at how good his own fist felt around it. Sean’s face contorted with effort was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and Sean’s cock, stretching him and knowing him, was the first time being fucked had almost felt like too much.

It was too big inside him, not the length or the girth but theman, the person he’d given himself to, heart and soul, and as he squeezed his own cock and felt orgasm approaching, overwhelming him, destroying him, he wondered how he was going to survive when it had wrung him out and left him empty and aching and needing more.

And then it hit.

He must have screamed because his throat was sore, and he knew his body convulsed from his taint to his asshole to his arms, one flailing for purchase on the sheets and the other gripping his cock like a lifeline, but Sean kept fucking, kept thrusting, kept rutting until he gave his own cry of orgasm and collapsed, face buried in Billy’s neck, his hips still twitching as he filled Billy up, completed him, shot hot and dripping in his ass—but more than that, bigger than that, filling his heart, his throat, his brain, hissoulas well.

Billy’s body surprised him then, bunching up for one more leap, one more jump off the ledge, but this time Sean was holding him, gasping in his ear, and Billy closed his eyes, held his lover to his heart, and together they leapt into the ether and floated down, down, gently to the earth.

Sean lay on top of him, his cock sliding out of Billy’s ass, leaving a trail of come against his thigh, but Billy didn’t care. His breathing! How was he breathing after that? But before Billy could lecture, worry, or fret, Sean slid to his customary side but this time facing Billy and throwing his outer arm across Billy’s chest, keeping him anchored, keeping him safe.

Billy closed his eyes, feeling them burn, surprised at the rush of emotion that swept through him now that sex had left him full and sated, vulnerable to the things in his heart.

“Hey,” Sean whispered, brushing under his cheekbone. “How you doing?”