Guarding January (22 page)

Everything with Rye was so easy, so straightforward. “Okay.”

“We should have had the doctor take our blood while we were there.”

“I wasn’t ready. I was being unhappy.”

“I’m glad you’re ready now.” Rye laid him down on the bed and grabbed the lube and condoms out of the drawer and put them down beside him.

“I can’t guarantee I won’t be sad again tomorrow.”

“I can promise you that if you are, I’ll let you be sad but will also try to make you happy.” He picked up a condom and tore it open. “You ready to ride me, baby?”

“I am.” Jeff reached over and rolled the rubber down Rye’s fat cock.

“Pass me the lube. I’ll slick you up.”

The words were so easy, yet so erotic, and he handed Rye the lube. Rye tugged him so he was straddling the lovely abs, two of Rye’s fingers sliding along his crack. He pressed back, took the touch in. Rye pushed his fingers deep, hitting Jeff’s gland.

“Mmm….” He liked that. A lot.

Rye pushed against it again, then again.

“Good. Good, there. So good.”

“We get a dildo, we can play with your gland for hours.”

“Oh damn.” He wasn’t sure he was ready to need sex. To need Rye. Rye pushed against his gland again, then slid another finger into him, stretching them wide. He went up, kneeling tall. “Fuck.”

Rye slid his free hand up along his belly, his chest.

“I’m scared of feeling so much.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know. I’m afraid I’ll hurt me.”

“You have to chance it.”

“Please, don’t stop.”

“Only so you can ride me.”

Jeff nodded and kept moving, riding.

Rye hit his gland a few more times before tugging his fingers away. “On me, now, Jeff.”

“Uh-huh. Love that you call me Jeff.”

“It’s who you are.”

Yeah. Yeah, it was. At least for now.

Rye got a hold of Jeff’s hips and moved him into position as he held the thick cock. They moved together and the thick head slowly breached his hole. He groaned, his head thrown back, throat working.

“Fucking sexy lover.” Rye’s words were like a touch.

“Need you.” He pulled up, sank down, just rode. Rye bucked up, pushed in deeper.
Oh, more
, Jeff thought.
Deeper, harder.

Rye was on the same page, working with him to make it good. Jeff slammed down, riding hard, rocking a bit on every down stroke. Rye tweaked his right nipple, pinching hard. Oh. Jeff sucked in a deep breath, dizzy with it.

Pushing up hard, Rye twisted the other one. Jeff didn’t even argue; he arched and leaned back into the pinch. Rye did it again, the sensations sharp and amazing. Jeff’s body went tight, and he arched again, pushing into the touches.

Rye’s thrusts became stronger, banging against his gland. Jeff’s hands dropped onto Rye’s chest, fingers curling in.

“Oh God. Love you.” Rye bucked up against him.

“Love. Love.” It was a song, and he started humming. Rye murmured, like a harmony. Jeff nodded, moving faster, the rhythm speeding. Rye’s face was a study of pleasure, the blue eyes full of need. “Soon.” He wanted.

Rye’s hand dropped to Jeff’s cock, tugging on it. “Okay, baby. Come on.”

“Come on.” He nodded. Oh please. Yes.

Squeezing his cockhead, Rye rubbed a thumb across Jeff’s slit.

Oh.

He shot hard, his body clenching against the pleasure.

“Fuck!” Rye bucked up into him a few more times before freezing. He held himself up, arms shaking, trembling. Rye shuddered through his orgasm, then let go of Jeff’s cock, hands sliding up his back to his shoulders, and tugging him down.

Jeff slumped down, breathing hard, panting.

Rye stroked his spine, humming. “So good, baby. I love being inside you.”

“Feels so good.”

“You do.” Rye kissed him gently before pulling out and dealing with the condom.

Jeff found himself dozing, and as soon as Rye came back to bed, he cuddled in, arranging himself so that he was comfortable.

“Movie?” Rye asked softly, pulling the covers up over them.

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Dawn was coming, and he was full and warm, happy and well-fucked.

“I’m putting on the
Matrix
.” They’d seen it a hundred times together, and it was funny how that made it better.

“Sounds good. Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.” Rye kissed the top of Jeff’s head and cued up the movie, and Jeff was soon dozing lazily.

T
HEY
STOPPED
in Telluride to pick up groceries, then continued following the GPS to the rental outside of town.

It was fucking stunning—even better than the pictures—and Rye whistled as he pulled the car up the drive and killed the engine. “What do you think, babe?”

“Oh my God.”

Jeff stepped out, eyes huge. He’d kept his hair clipped close to the scalp, which made those eyes look big as saucers.

Rye grinned happily. Yeah, the place was amazing and well worth an exclamation or two. Two stories, stone facing, a ton of windows, and a 360-degree view of the mountains.

“If you get bored of the view from the front, you can just move to a back room.”

“Uh-huh.”

Someone was speechless. He handed Jeff a couple of the grocery bags, grabbed the rest and their bags of stuff, and headed in. “Come on, babe.” They’d picked up the key from the agent in Telluride. There would be no place to hide from the sun there—nothing but vitamin D and healing and life. Not only that, but there was a piano and Jeff had his guitar with him.

They were going to make love and make music and be. There were no cameras, no press, nothing to hide from. No fans, no worries. Just him and Jeff. He wanted Jeff to heal, to flourish. He was pretty sure that could happen there.

Jeff put his guitar down, then headed to the kitchen, dropped those bags off, and started exploring. It felt good, to see him excited. Rye put down the bags he was carrying and followed Jeff slowly, watching him explore.

There was a huge TV in the media room, a pool table, and then he headed up to the master bedroom. The master was stunning, with huge windows affording an amazing view. Jeff had a peaceful smile on his face, and he went to the window, then gasped.

“Hot tub? Outside?”

Rye stepped up behind Jeff, slid his arms around his lover. “Nice, huh?”

“It’s amazing. Completely amazing.” Jeff turned and offered his lips.

Rye took them, the kiss slowly becoming hot. Jeff tugged Rye’s coat open, pushed it off his shoulders, and Rye blinked. Look at that, his lover, taking charge. He hadn’t been sure it would ever happen, but this was a huge step forward in their relationship and, even more, in Jeff’s recovery.

It hit the floor with a thud, and Rye grinned. “You want something?”

“Thought you’d be warm.”

“You must be too, then.” He returned the favor, pushing Jeff’s jacket off.

“It’s a good house. You did a good job.”

“Thank you, baby. I thought you’d like it.” It was why he’d taken it.

His shirt was opened at the neck, and then Jeff’s lips brushed his skin there. Rye tilted his head back, letting Jeff have him. The love echoed through the caresses. Jeff’s fingers touched his skin as Jeff undid his buttons. He stayed still, letting Jeff touch him, want him.

“Love your touch.”

“I want you.”

“I’m right here. I’m yours.”

“I know.”

His shirt was eased open, and Jeff sucked gently against his nipple. Wrapping his hand around Jeff’s head, he kept him there for a moment. He could feel Jeff blinking slowly, eyelashes tickling him.

“Feels good.” His voice had gone raspy from pleasure.

“Mmmhmm. Tastes good.”

Rye slid his hands down Jeff’s back, wrapping around the sweet ass and holding their bodies together as the breath began to pant out of him. God, he wanted. It felt like it had in Iceland: like they were free.

Jeff’s fingers slid across his abs, and he tightened his muscles, making them dance for his lover. The soft moan slid across his nipple, tickling him.

That had him moaning, and he tightened his hold on Jeff’s ass, pulling him in closer. His cock, hard in his jeans, pushed against Jeff’s belly.

“Look at you, all raring to go.” Jeff pressed one hand to his cock, stroking him.

“You’re inspiring.” Sexy as all get out, and all his. Only a crazy man wouldn’t be hard.

“Can we try the bed out?”

“Yeah. We need to make sure it’ll stand up to vigorous action.”

“And hours of napping.”

Uh-huh, except not. There was going to be loving, happiness, playing in the snow. Rye backed up toward the bed, taking Jeff’s hands and encouraging him to work open Rye’s jeans. Together, they stripped off clothes, all the layers that kept them from each other.

Then he rolled them down to lie side by side, giving them both easy access to all that skin. His fingers automatically traced the tiny scars on Jeff’s back from memory. Jeff grinned for him and hummed softly.

“Happy?”

“Yeah. It’s a neat house.”

“Uh-huh.” He nibbled on Jeff’s lower lip.

Jeff pushed into his embrace, then kissed him, fucked his lips.

“Want you.” Like Jeff wouldn’t have figured it out already with the way his cock was pushing against Jeff’s skin.

“Oh, good.” There was a little snicker, a tease, and then Jeff rolled against him.

Rye rubbed and brought one hand up between them so he could pinch Jeff’s nipples.

“Be nice.”

Oh, now he knew this was nice. “I’m being very nice.” He pinched again. “These should be pierced. When you get the other ones put back in.”

Jeff shook his head, but grinned.

“Oh yeah. Then I could attach the nipple rings to the cock ring. Pretty gold chains—”

“Hush, you. I’m not kinky. I’m boring now.”

“You could be kinky. I bet you’d thrive on kinky.”

“Hush.” Jeff kissed him hard, effectively shutting him up.

He let Jeff get away with it—after all, the subject would come back up, he was sure. Rye was looking forward to it, in fact.

His tongue played with Jeff’s, his fingers lingering on those sweet nips, tugging and twisting them. Jeff moaned, panting into his kisses. Oh yeah, his baby liked it a little on the kinky side. Probably a lot on the kinky side.

That reminded him about Jeff’s little tease, about before. He’d have to get Jeff to talk. Later. Much later.

Pushing forward with his hips, Rye rubbed their cocks together. God, he was loving this new Jeff, loving the way his lover was blossoming. He was going to fight with everything in his arsenal to keep this freedom for Jeff. He knew there were options, knew Donna was looking out for Jeff’s best interests.

He wrapped his hand around Jeff’s shorn head, tilted to deepen the kiss. Rolling them, he put Jeff beneath him, rolled their hips together.

Jeff brushed his fingers against the tip of Rye’s cock.

“Oh fuck.” A jolt of pleasure shot through him. When his lover did it again, his toes curled. “Oh God, baby. Don’t tease. Please.”

“Am I teasing? I’m not.”

“Then I need more.”

Jeff’s fingers twined around the tip of his prick, twisting and squeezing. Rye humped, trying to push more of his cock into Jeff’s hand. When his lover swooped down and sucked him in, he roared.

God, yes. Yes, please
.

Rye tried not to thrust, but it was too damn good and his hips let loose. Jeff took him, wrapped those lips around the base of his cock, pulling all the way. “Jeff. Jeff. Baby. Oh God.”

Jeff nudged his balls, rolled them.

Rye slid his cock along Jeff’s tongue. The suction was fierce, keeping Rye in. “Feels so good, babe. Gonna make me come.”

Jeff’s answer was a long, low moan. It vibrated around his cock, making him jerk, making his balls draw up tight.

“Gonna make me come,” he warned Jeff. All that earned him was harder suction. “Fuck!” He bucked, hips humping into Jeff’s mouth. His entire body clenched, balls tight and hard. “Gonna!” It was all the warning he got out before he shot, pouring himself into Jeff’s mouth.

Oh fuck. Fuck. He braced himself, tried to remember how to breathe through the pleasure. Wave after wave of pleasure moved through him, and when it was done, he lay bonelessly on the bed, breathing hard. Jeff’s head rested on his belly, the short hairs tickling him.

He stroked Jeff’s head, fingers rubbing. “Mmm. Thank you, baby.”

Jeff nodded, rubbed his cheek against Rye’s skin. “Was good.”

“You might need to give me a minute to reciprocate.” He wasn’t sure his limbs were working yet.

“After a nap, Rye. I’m sleepy.”

He chuckled. “So am I.” He needed to get them under the blankets, in the warmth, but he was so sleepy. He grabbed the edge of the comforter and dragged it half over them. Good enough.

Petting Jeff’s head, he murmured, “Love you,” before drifting off.

J
EFF
SLEPT
for hours, then woke up cold. He left Rye wrapped in the covers and found his clothes, headed downstairs to see if he could figure out the fireplace.

This place really was amazing, and he could hardly believe he and Rye were there, totally on their own.

The fireplace was natural gas and came with instructions, so he managed, curling up with a blanket.

He must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, there was a soft touch tickling his cheek and the smell of chocolate.

“Rye?” He snuggled in, smiled. “I turned the fire on.”

“Yeah, it’s cozy down here. I made hot chocolate. With mini marshmallows.” Rye handed him the cup. Jeff stood and offered to let Rye sit. There was room for them both. After sitting, Rye tugged him down onto his lover’s lap.

He settled in, sipping his cocoa. “Is it morning?” Life was so random these days.

“No, it’s, like, nine o’clock. Now that we’re settled here, we should try to get a schedule back. You do well with schedules.”

He nodded. It was weird, living with nothing to anchor him. That was what Rye did, helped him be real.