The Island (31 page)
Authors: Lisa Henry
Tags: #Gay, #Contemporary, #erotic Romance, #bdsm, #LGBT Contemporary
Shaw liked the way he said that. The sharp exhalation of breath was impatient with anticipation and thick with desire. He wanted to hear it again and again. For the rest of his life, if he could, but there was no point spooking Lee with that just yet. Shaw knew how to run a covert operation. But it would happen. He’d make it happen. He smiled as Lee’s lips found his throat.
Hell yeah. He’d make it happen.
“I meant top or bottom, Lee,” he said.
“Oh,” Lee breathed. He drew back. His green eyes were wide. “You’d do that for me?”
“Whatever you want,” Shaw reminded him. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Lee’s. “And it’s not a big ask, you know? I like to bottom as much as anyone.”
Lee raised his eyebrows. “Really? You seem like a natural top.”
“I’m versatile,” Shaw told him. “Try me.”
For a moment, Lee’s gaze faltered, and then he wrinkled his nose. “Maybe we could try that next time? I want to, but this time I want you inside me.”
“Okay,” Shaw said. “I mean, hell yes!”
Lee laughed, and Shaw thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard in his life. He caught Lee’s face between his palms and looked at him wonderingly for a moment—the real Lee, at last; the impish green eyes, the messy dark hair that wanted to curl, and those gorgeous lips curved in a smile—then pulled him close for another kiss.
Lee moaned, drawing Shaw’s lower lip between his teeth and worrying it gently. Shaw moaned as well, his cock hardening. He rocked his hips gently against Lee’s and felt Lee’s cock pressing against him. They were both at the same place. That was good.
Stop worrying and fuck him.
Shaw didn’t have to take charge. He didn’t have to push Lee gently toward the bed. He didn’t have to maneuver, to manipulate. Lee did it all. Lee’s hands were on Shaw’s hips, and he was pulling him to the bed. By the hips, by the lower lip his teeth refused to relinquish, and by the force of the heat that rose between them.
The springs on the old bed squealed in protest as they fell onto it in a tangle of limbs and towels.
“Shit!” Shaw leaned out of the bed and reached underneath it. Somewhere, between the collections of comic books and model planes and shoeboxes full of Legos,
somewhere
was his cabin bag. He’d shoved it there when he’d arrived and thought he wouldn’t need it for a while. He hooked his fingers around the strap and pulled it out. He hunted through it quickly, twisting his head to look back at Lee.
Lee slid his hands behind his head. “No rush.”
Gorgeous and a smartass. Perfect.
Shaw laughed at that, his fingers closing on the foil packet of a condom. He had to dig a little deeper for the lube. By the time he pulled himself upright again, he was breathless. “Found it!”
Lee’s eyes shone with lust. “You gonna get me ready?”
“Yeah, baby,” Shaw said and wondered where the hell that endearment came from. He’d never called anyone baby before, but it felt right. “I am.”
Lee bit his lip.
Shaw twisted the top off the lube and squeezed it into his palm. He slicked up his fingers and knelt between Lee’s legs. Lee’s cock was hard, pressing up against his abdomen. It was dark with blood, and the tip glistened with a pearl of precum. It twitched as Shaw looked at it, and Lee moaned again.
Lee bent his knees and drew his legs up, and then let them fall open. The muscles in his thighs were taut. Shaw slid his hands along them, and Lee sighed.
Shaw leaned forward and cupped Lee’s balls in his palm. Lee’s body jerked as though Shaw had put electricity through it. He shifted his arms back down to his sides and gripped the sheets tightly. “Feels good.”
Shaw squeezed gently. There was such a fine line between pleasure and pain, and he couldn’t walk it with Lee. Not now, but maybe one day. And he’d wait. He’d wait until Lee was ready. Because anything that Lee gave him willingly was more than enough. It was more than he deserved.
Lee’s fingers turned white, and he groaned. “More. I need more.”
Shaw slipped his fingers down to Lee’s tight entrance, teasing it with his fingertips. He circled it, pushing gently, and watched Lee’s face. Watched his brilliant green eyes, and the way he bit his lip. Shaw pushed a fingertip inside of him, and Lee arched his back. He drew a shuddering breath.
“More,” he murmured and widened his thighs.
Shaw took it slowly. Not just for Lee. For himself as well, because he wanted to see every flicker of sensation translated into Lee’s eyes, his face, and his trembling body. He wanted it to last forever.
He pressed a finger inside Lee, and Lee breathed heavily and moved restlessly. He fixed his gaze on Shaw’s face. “Please.”
Shaw withdrew his finger for a moment and then pressed two fingers inside Lee’s tight passage. He felt Lee tense and then breathe through the mild sting. Shaw sighed as Lee’s body slowly opened and accepted him. So hot. So tight. He felt the moment Lee allowed his muscles to relax, and that was when he crooked his fingers against Lee’s prostate.
“Holy fuck!” Lee almost jumped off the bed. He sank back against the mattress, wide-eyed. “Do that again!”
Like he even had to ask. Shaw’s cock was rock hard now, throbbing desperately. He’d almost lost it when Lee had reacted like that. He’d almost come like a teenager, without even being touched. Jesus, weren’t those the days? Shaw crooked his fingers again and had to take a deep breath to prevent himself from coming as Lee shuddered on the bed and clenched around his fingers.
Lee gripped the sheets tightly. “I need you inside me now!”
“No argument here,” Shaw said breathlessly. He withdrew his fingers and tore the condom open. He rolled it over his aching cock, and slathered it with lube. He shifted forward, positioning the head of his cock against Lee’s puckered entrance. He leaned over Lee, bracing his weight on one arm. He gripped his cock tightly, pushing slowly forward into Lee.
Lee arched his back. “Oh God.”
Shaw stopped. “Too much?”
“No,” Lee said. His hands found Shaw’s shoulders. “More!”
“Jesus.” Shaw gasped, feeling Lee’s tight muscles squeeze his cock.
Lee began to rock back and forth slowly, drawing Shaw deeper and deeper inside. His wide eyes searched Shaw’s face, and he smiled as he felt Shaw’s balls come to rest against his ass. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
Shaw drew a shaky breath. Hell yes, that was it. It was everything. Lee was giving him everything. Shaw’s chest swelled with hope. He lowered himself and kissed Lee.
Lee’s mouth was hot and hungry. He dug his fingers into Shaw’s shoulders. He hooked his legs around Shaw and began to rock his hips. His mouth left a wet, hot trail from Shaw’s lips to his ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me, please.”
Shaw tilted his pelvis, changing the angle of his penetration, and Lee gasped. Shaw drew back and began to thrust. Jesus, Lee was so tight. Every stroke was fucking heaven, and the way that Lee was rising up to meet his thrusts and moaning in his ear and digging his fingers into Shaw’s shoulders so hard it would leave bruises…Shaw had to squeeze his eyes shut. The sensations were enough. If he had to look at Lee’s face as well, he wouldn’t be able to stop from coming too soon.
Shaw’s universe contracted. Just him, just Lee, just the feel of them moving together, and just the ragged sound of their gasps. And it was just right. It felt like coming home.
The wind picked up outside, and a shower of seed pods rattled on the tin roof.
He was home.
Lee came first, his cock rubbing between their straining bodies. He cried out and froze, and then his body spasmed. Shaw felt the hot spray of his cum burst between them, and he came as well. His balls contracted, and he thrust quickly into Lee as he came, riding out the crest as long as he could before falling forward into Lee’s embrace.
Lee curled his hand around the back of Shaw’s neck. “Oh God.”
Shaw pressed his lips against Lee’s jaw. He tasted of sweat. “Awesome?”
Lee turned his head, his mouth searching for Shaw’s. They kissed, and Lee’s smile broke it. “Fucking awesome.” His laugh was breathless. “Arrogant asshole.”
Shaw smiled as well, rolling off Lee carefully and then drawing him into a gentle embrace. “Welcome to Alva Beach, Lee.”
Because Lee was home as well.
* * * *
“Hello?” a voice called. Shaw heard the screen door squeak open. “You home?”
“Shit,” Shaw said, scrambling for his clothes. It was Paul. “It’s Friday, isn’t it?” He raised his voice. “Give me a minute, mate!”
He pulled the doors of the old wardrobe open, wincing as he stood on a long-discarded piece of Lego.
Lee sat up, reaching for his towel.
“I forgot it’s Friday.” Shaw pulled on a shirt and a pair of jeans and tossed some clothing Lee’s way. “My mates are coming over for drinks.” He caught Lee’s worried look. “You’ll like ’em.”
Lee stood and began to dress. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Shaw crossed the floor and pulled him close for a moment. He smelled of sweat and cum, and Shaw kissed him softly. “They’ll like you too.”
Lee pulled back. “What are you going to tell them?”
The ghosts of the island flashed through his brilliant green eyes.
Shaw hooked his fingers through the belt loops of Lee’s jeans. He kept his voice low. “I’m going to tell them we met through work. I’m going to tell them you’re my boyfriend, and you’re moving in with me.”
“Am I?” Lee asked him, fumbling with the buttons on the shirt. He worried his lower lip with his teeth. “Is that really happening?”
“If you want,” Shaw said. He held Lee’s gaze. “Do you trust me?”
The moment of truth. Shaw didn’t think he could breathe.
“Always,” Lee said seriously.
And shit, it was true. It had been true since the moment they’d met. Shaw hadn’t deserved it then—he’d
hated
it—but now he wanted Lee’s trust more than anything. And he’d make himself worthy of it. He’d treasure it; forever, if Lee let him.
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured.
Lee frowned slightly. “You’re a better person than you think, you know.”
Shaw couldn’t remember the last time someone had believed in him like that. He swallowed with difficulty around the sudden lump in his throat. “Jesus, I
really
don’t deserve you, Lee. You’re amazing.”
Lee flushed and wrinkled his nose. “Shut up.”
It was another moment Shaw wanted to last forever, but he could hear Paul stomping around in the lounge. A moment later, Paul yelled out again: “I got some chips. Did you want anything else?”
“No, we should be good,” Shaw called back. He kissed Lee again. “You okay?”
“I’m okay,” Lee said. He drew a deep breath. His eyes shone.
“Jesus Christ!” Paul called out from the lounge. “What the bloody hell are you doing back there, Matty? My beer’s getting hot, and your dog is molesting me!”
“Mate, you know where the fridge is!” Shaw frowned at the look of confusion that crossed over Lee’s face.
Shit
. “Yeah, about that…”
“Your name’s not Adam Shaw, is it?” Lee asked him quietly.
“It’s Matthew,” Shaw said. “Matthew Sinclair.”
He waited, his heart thumping, for Lee’s response.
Lee looked at him for a moment, his green eyes wary, and then he relaxed and smiled.
“Fucking spies,” he said and stuck out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Matthew Sinclair.”
They walked outside together.
THE END
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