Page 96 of Shades of Henry

“You promise,” he mumbled.

“Swear.” Lance took Henry’s earlobe between his lips and sucked, and Henry’s knees almost buckled. Oh wow. Amazing that this was an erogenous zone. All the shit he’d missed out on and having his ears played with seemed to rank high on the list.

“You’re playing dirty,” Henry sang.

“I want you bad,” Lance sang back, and Henry gave in.

“World’s fastest show-er!” Henry said as Lance squeezed his package through his shorts.

“I’ll set a record,” Lance promised, and then he was gone, practically sprinting through the little kitchenette.

Henry put his lettuce wraps back in the fridge and ran toward the bedroom, shedding clothes when he hit the door. He’d gone swimming and showered at the gym after work—his secret places were minty fresh—and he snuggled under the new sheets with a little sigh of decadence and listened to the shower running.

He was hard from anticipation alone.

He stroked himself slowly, not trying to build because he didn’t want to come before Lance got out. And he felt it—something he’d thought long dead, something that Malachi had burned out of him forever with that last brutal taking.

He felt a need to be taken.

He reached under the pillow and grabbed the lubricant—Lance’s brand, and not some randomly placed lube that everybody shared. Lance had good taste, and the stuff that dripped on his fingers was silky and slick.

Torn between feeling foolish and feeling sexy, he rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs, careful not to get any lube on the red-and-blue striped sheets.

His fingers had warmed the slick up, and his first tentative touch on his rim didn’t shock him so much as made him curious. He knew this could feel good—he’d been brought off before with just fucking alone. But how would it feel with some tenderness, some stretching, some of that confident magic Lance had spread around his own asshole when he’d mounted Henry and taken him in all the way?

Henry remembered that night, the way Lance’s whole body had shuddered, the way Henry’s cock had been everything. Henry wanted that with Lance.

He thrust two fingers in and moaned.Oh wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, damn.

He pulled both legs up to his chest and thrust his bottom out, the sheets falling off as he changed position.

When Lance came out of the shower, still toweling off, Henry was naked, finger-fucking himself without shame. Lance’s surprised “oolf” was the reward he never asked for.

“Oh my God,” Lance breathed, dropping the towel and coming to the end of the bed to run clean, damp hands over Henry’s hips and backside. “That’s so sexy.”

Henry went to pull out his fingers, but Lance sucked hard on one cheek.

“Ah!” He speared himself deeper and gurgled into the pillow.

“You want that?” Lance asked, reaching in front of him to stroke his cock.

“Yeah,” Henry breathed. “I want you there.”

Lance let go and moved to stand nearer to Henry’s head. “See this?” he asked, stroking his erection and sighing when he got to the end. “That’s what seeing you like that did.”

Henry opened his mouth and willingly took the end of Lance’s cock inside. He swirled his tongue once, twice, and Lance pulled out and bent over, the better to take his mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck you so sweet, your whole body’ll feel brand-new.”

Henry grinned. “Promise?”

And Lance growled, which should have been hilarious, because he wasn’t a caveman, he never had been, but in two quick steps, he was behind Henry, his knees creaking in the mattress as he pulled Henry’s fingers away from his opening.

He grabbed the lube and re-upped, and at first Henry opened his mouth to protest, but as Lance placed his cock at Henry’s entrance and thrust carefully in, Henry got the gesture for what it was.

Care.

This wasn’t a guy who would rip Henry from balls to taint because he wanted to fucknow.This was a guy who wanted Henry to love what they were doing as much as he did. And as Lance kept thrusting, slowly enough to bring sweat out along the small of Henry’s back, Henry was grateful for every lover, even the ones on set, who had taught Lance how to be as gentle, as careful, as he was being now.