“It’s not the same thing at all.”
“Isn’t it?” Dex continued to stroke the black tattoo. “This tells others what’s inside of you.” He took Sloane’s fingers and placed them over the bandage on his arm. “This tells them what’s inside of me.” Dex let out a soft laugh, feeling embarrassed. Man, he was such a cheeseball. “That probably sounds stupid.”
Sloane pulled Dex close against him. “Not as stupid as you think.”
They were both quiet, and Dex had no doubt Sloane was thinking along the same line as him. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”
“Not right now. But soon. I promise. I’m just really tired right now.” Sloane looked it, and Dex felt guilty. Even if he hadn’t caused Sloane’s rogue shifting, he’d played a part in it. His partner didn’t need any more stress. His thoughts went back to what he’d been considering after his shower. His partner needed to relax. To feel good.
With a wicked grin, Dex ran a hand up Sloane’s leg, slipping it under the soft cotton T-shirt. He placed a gentle kiss to Sloane’s neck under his ear, hearing his partner’s sharp intake of breath. Another kiss soon followed lower down. He trailed kisses down Sloane’s neck as his fingers travelled up firm muscles until it reached one of Sloane’s nipples. Dex gave the bud a squeeze, and he smiled against Sloane’s skin as his partner moaned, a low, deep sound rumbling from somewhere inside Sloane’s chest. Encouraged by the sound, Dex moved his mouth over his partner’s, kissing him, pressing his tongue against Sloane’s lips and demanding entrance.
Sloane relinquished and parted his lips, allowing Dex to slip his tongue inside, tasting Sloane’s mouth and releasing a low groan. God, he loved how Sloane tasted. How his firm body felt against Dex’s. His scent, which was a delicious mix of body wash and male, drove Dex crazy. They kissed languidly at first, at least until Dex’s hand travelled south, and he cupped Sloane through his loose pajama bottoms.
“Mm, I missed this,” Sloane breathed against Dex’s ear.
“Me too.” Dex massaged Sloane’s cock through his pants, enjoying the way it hardened underneath his touch. He felt his partner’s hands move to the hem of his T-shirt and he sat back as Sloane pulled it off him and tossed it onto the bed behind Dex. He loved having Sloane’s strong hands on him, roaming his torso, gliding up and around his middle, fingers digging into Dex’s skin. It felt like forever since they’d had sex, though it really hadn’t been long. Damn it felt good.
Dex slipped his hand under the waistband of Sloane’s loose pajama bottoms and started stroking him. He watched the way his partner closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillows. His back arched slightly and he groaned. After a heated kiss left them both panting and eager for more, Dex pulled back so he could drag Sloane’s pants off him. Sloane made to remove his shirt, but Dex stopped him. “Let me. You just relax.” He removed Sloane’s T-shirt for him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I promised I would make you purr. I hope you’re ready.” When he pulled back, the fiery look in Sloane’s eyes sent a shiver through Dex from head to toe.
“You better get to it, then.”
Dex smiled and rolled onto his ass so he could swiftly remove the rest of his clothes, chucking them on the floor. He crawled back to Sloane, his dick getting hard at the sight of Sloane’s pupils dilating in anticipation. His partner remained still, watching his every move. Dex gave Sloane’s thigh a playful smack. “On your back, Sexy.”
Sloane licked his bottom lip, his eyes remaining on Dex as he shimmied down to lie flat on the bed. God, his partner was hot. From his intense gaze to the tiny specks of silver growing in his stubble. Dex traced his fingers down the side of Sloane’s thick neck, over a smooth muscular chest, tight abs, strong thighs and legs. Jutting up from a nest of dark curls, a mouthwatering treat waited for him. Having raked over every last inch of Sloane’s body with his eyes, Dex straddled Sloane with his back to his partner. He bent forward, his ass all but inches away from Sloane’s face. With a lusty smile at his partner from over his shoulder, Dex took hold of Sloane’s wrists and moved his hands onto his ass cheeks.
“How about an early lunch?”
Sloane’s gasp was music to his ears. “Fuck.”
“For now, how about lick me, suck me, fuck me with your tongue?” He arched his back and stretched, a delicious shiver going through him when he felt Sloane’s fingers brush along the curve of his spine.
“I…. Wow. Yes. Okay.”
Dex bent over, aware of every ragged breath, every gasp, and whispered curse his partner let out as Dex took hold of Sloane’s cock and swallowed it down to the root. His partner bucked beneath him, and Dex tried his hardest to concentrate on giving Sloane pleasure while his partner’s tongue turned him into a trembling mess. Sloane was putting his all into it, making a meal out of Dex’s ass. Okay, maybe Dex had overestimated his sexual prowess. His intention had been to make Sloane squirm and melt with pleasure, but it was Dex who was squirming. He whimpered around Sloane’s cock and squeezed the base when Sloane’s tongue entered him again. He popped off Sloane with a curse and glared at his partner over his shoulder.
“I’m supposed to be the one making you curse.”
“And you are, sweetheart.” Sloane wriggled his eyebrows and ran his tongue up one of Dex’s ass cheeks before giving it a bite. He pulled back with a groan and gave Dex’s ass another squeeze. “This ass. I have dreams about this ass. It’s amazing.” He gave it a smack, and Dex let out a surprised yelp before laughing. Sloane smoothed the sore spot on Dex’s ass cheek with his palm before giving it a kiss.
“What about what’s attached to it?”
Sloane shrugged, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “It’s okay, I guess.”
“Oh, you dick!” Dex laughed and tugged at Sloane’s cock, making him suck in a sharp breath. Some form of unspoken challenge seemed to have passed between them because they both doubled their efforts, doing their damned hardest to make the other come first.
His partner was close, Dex could feel it. Sloane pulled Dex back and swallowed his cock, his spit-slick finger entering Dex and hitting Dex’s prostate. Oh shit. Dex was so going to lose this one. Their pace quickened, and their movements grew erratic. Dex’s muscles tightened, and with a low groan he came inside Sloane’s mouth. Seconds later, Sloane followed, and Dex swallowed around Sloane’s cock. He continued to suck Sloane off until his partner went soft in his mouth. Pulling back, Dex flopped onto his side, his chest heaving and his leg muscles twitching. The only sounds filling the room were of their own heavy breathing.
“That was… that….” Sloane let out a soft laugh. “Damn that was hot.”
Dex couldn’t form a coherent sentence in his head much less out loud and ended up nodding as he stared at the ceiling. He heard his partner’s deep sexy laugh and felt Sloane’s hand on his stomach. With a smile, Dex closed his eyes. When he opened them, it was dark. Shit. What time was it? He carefully sat up, making sure not to jostle Sloane who was fast asleep. Glancing at the alarm, he was relieved to see he had enough time to get dressed and take a cab over to Lou’s for the van he prayed Lou would lend him.
Man, he felt like such an asshole. Turning on the lamp, Dex stood at Sloane’s bedside watching him sleep,
looking so peaceful and content. He couldn’t leave Sloane on his own like this. Right now, it was getting pretty damn hard to look at himself in the mirror. He quickly changed into an all-black outfit. Black jeans, boots, long sleeve T-shirt, and black leather jacket with a black scarf and beanie. It was getting pretty chilly since they were halfway through October. He was looking forward to spending another Christmas with Sloane, Tony, and Cael. Maybe even Ash. With one last look at Sloane, Dex covered his partner with a blanket before he turned off the lamp, and headed downstairs. On his way out the door, he called Rosa.
She answered in two rings. Her voice filled with concern. “¿Qué pasó?”
“I need a favor.”