Page 74 of Skin Game

“Damn, point made. Cold shower, not good.”

Casey soaped them both down and ignored his body’s reaction. Their bodies’ reactions. The sooner they were out of the shower and in Gabe’s bed, the better.

“I’m running this show,”Casey informed Gabe when they lay back onto the mattress. He didn’t generally take charge when it came to sex. Partly because of a lack of experience, but also, he had to admit, he very much enjoyed Gabe taking care of him. And Gabe always did. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to Casey that Gabe in the bedroom was a juxtaposition to Gabe in real life.

That damn sexy smirk flashed across Gabe’s face. Rising to his knees and straddling Gabe’s hips, Casey laid a finger across Gabe’s lips.

“No, hush, just let me take care of you.”

“If you insist.”

“I do insist.”

Starting at his lips, Casey traced the lines of Gabe’s body. Sideways across his cheek, down his neck, across his chest, circling both nipples.

“Dammit, Casey,” Gabe panted.

It was Casey’s turn to smirk.

“God, you’re a monster. How did I not know this before now?” Gabe reached for Casey.

“Nope, hands to yourself. No touching.”

Dropping his hands, Gabe’s fingers scrabbled against the sheets searching for purchase.

“Not a monster, a fiend,” he panted.

Shifting off his hips, Casey scooted down to take Gabe’s erection between his lips. No warning, just a quick glance up to catch the needy gaze of his favorite pair of eyes, then sucking in.

“Oh, God,” Gabe moaned. He thrashed his hands around but didn’t thrust into Casey’s mouth. “Oh, god, oh god,” he chanted. “Don’t stop.”

They didn’t have long before Elton—or worse, Claribel—might impatiently knock on Gabe’s door, demanding to know why they weren’t at the post-adventure confab. No way in hell was Casey stopping. Their opportunity window was small, and they were both going to come, dammit.

Hollowing his cheeks, Casey sucked Gabe down as far as he could, which was surprisingly far. He swallowed, working his throat muscles around Gabe’s cock, loving the feel of him losing control. For his part, Gabe thrashed side to side, his hips moving back and forth.

“I can’t,” he rasped. “Fuck. Oh my god.” Gabe’s hands landed on his head, winding through his hair.

Casey wrapped his fingers around the base of Gabe’s cock, holding it still while he sucked and dragged his tongue around the tip of Gabe’s penis and then very gently dragged his teeth along his length.

He knew when Gabe had reached his limit. Casey had reached his too. One more wicked suck and Gabe exploded into his mouth, his fingers tugging on Casey’s hair as he released.

Casey pulled off him, letting Gabe’s cock slip from between his lips.

“Come here,” Gabe slurred, waving a hand toward Casey’s cock. “I want that.”

Knee-crawling up Gabe’s body Casey fed him his own weeping cock.

“I’m so close,” he said as Gabe’s mouth tightened around him. “So, fucking close.”

Casey propped himself up on his elbows over Gabe’s head and let himself fall into the bliss of Gabe’s touch, of knowing Gabe was alive and, at least mostly, unharmed.

Even so, Casey’s orgasm took him by surprise. One second, he was gently pumping his hips, breathing in the scent of Gabe and sex, trying not to choke him. The next heartbeat, he was coming so hard his vision blurred. His rock-hard balls pulsed and emptied, his come streaming out of him and into Gabe.

Gabe’s eyes were closed, his cheeks working the last of Casey’s orgasm. There was too much come, so some dribbled out the corner of his mouth and down his neck to the sheet. God, it was sexy. Casey pulsed one last time.

“Fuck, Gabe,” Casey whispered against his forearm, shaking now from the effort of keeping himself from collapsing onto Gabe. With care, he pulled out of Gabe’s mouth and fell to the side.

After wiping his face with the sheet, Gabe rolled onto his side, facing Casey. He was smiling. “We needed that,” he said with a big breath. “I love you, Casey Lundin. So much. It’s a bit scary, actually.”