They tumbled through the guest room door together, laughing giddily. Somehow, they’d wound up roughhousing their way down the hallway when Alec asked him which way the guest room was.

Tyler barely steered Alec inside before he shut the door behind them and pushed Alec up against it.

Alec’s breathing was quick, his pupils wide as he stared at Tyler. “You are healing. I still don’t know if it’s enough for this…”

“If you’re thinking clearly enough to go into doctor mode, I’m not doing my job yet,” Tyler muttered, leaning in to kiss Alec thoroughly.

By the time he pulled away, his lips tingled with the taste and feeling of Alec against him, and his body had somehow pushed up against Alec’s of its own accord. He was grinding against Alec in slow thrusts of his hips.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure how he was gonna manage this. He couldn’t really pick the guy up, for all his bluster and bravado. Crouching over him was a no-go. Missionary? Holding himself up on his arms was still a problem.

There was one solution.

“I wasn’t kidding,” Tyler growled. “I want to see you ride me again.”

Alec didn’t even stop to question it. He moaned, his hard cock pressing into Tyler’s hip. “Yes,” he panted. He arched away from the door, wrapping his arms around Tyler’s back. “I want you.”

Those three words ignited the fire of energy that had slowly been building up under Tyler’s skin. Being forced to sit around doing nothing, not even hooking up with random guys to take the pressure off, had left him stewing for this.

He needed Alec so badly it hurt.

“Come,” he ordered, backing away from Alec and toward the bed.

As he hit the bed, lowering himself onto it as gently as he could, Tyler stripped his jeans. It only took a little creative maneuvering to get them off with a minimum of aching, and Alec was busy stripping.

God, Alec was gorgeous. Slender but muscled, his pecs catching Tyler’s eyes first. Then he looked up to admire those gorgeous eyes, the scruff along his cheeks, and down to admire… well, the obvious.

Tyler’s cock was thick and straight.

“Climb up,” Tyler told him.

Alec didn’t hesitate to obey him, which would be very convenient for keeping him from worrying about Tyler’s recovery and killing the mood… or worse yet, telling the other physio to keep him off the track for even longer than this one last week Tyler was gonna have to endure.

Tyler was happy to boss Alec around if the end result was hot sex, a boyfriend he could be open about, and getting back into the racing game.

He grinned, his mood soaring as Alec straddled his shoulders and braced himself on the headboard. “That’s it,” he encouraged, gazing up Alec’s body to make eye contact. “You don’t like my smart mouth? Fuck it,” he breathed. “Shut me up.”

Alec laughed, cupping his cheek for a moment. His thumb rubbed along Tyler’s jaw, and then over his lip. His smile faded into a mesmerized stare as Tyler darted his tongue out to lick Alec’s thumb suggestively.

Then Alec gripped himself, sliding the head of his cock across Tyler’s lips. “Are you sure?”

“I’m not telling you twice,” Tyler growled. “If you wanna be in charge, you’ll have to come up with a better ide—nigh!”

Alec started to push himself inside, and Tyler sucked his cheeks around the thick length.

God, he loved sucking Alec’s dick. The taste of him was irresistible enough to turn Tyler on, let alone the sight of him crouched over Tyler, holding himself upright as he thrust slowly into Tyler’s mouth.

Tyler circled his tongue around the head whenever Alec pulled back enough to let him, and sucked the shaft into the back of his throat when Alec pushed forward.

“Fuck,” Alec panted, his grip shifting from Tyler’s cheek to his shoulder. “Oh, man. You feel so good.”

Tyler managed a groan in response around Alec’s cock. His cock was begging for attention, too, so he slid his hand down his own body to tug gently on himself at first, then stroke harder. He tried to match the rhythm of Alec’s thrusts, keeping it slow but tight.

God, it was good.

Just like the last time they’d fucked, this was going to the top of his shower jerk-off fantasies. Well, memories, not fantasies. That made it even better.

“I want to ride you now,” Alec moaned, shifting his weight to one leg and swinging the other over Tyler’s chest to dismount and rummage through the bedside table. “Got lube?”

Tyler stole the chance to smack that sexy ass and grinned at the startled noise Alec made. “Top drawer.”

“Oh. Duh.” Alec managed to pull it out, his motions fumbling and clumsy.

God, seeing him so turned-on he lost his usual graceful coordination was hot in itself. Tyler grinned, continuing to stroke himself slowly as he watched Alec slick his fingers.

Alec crouched over his legs, gently pushing them together so he could spread his knees and brace himself on one hand and both knees. His free hand slid between his legs, two fingers disappearing behind his balls.

Tyler didn’t need to see the show to tell when Alec had slid those fingers inside himself. Alec tensed up and gasped, then moaned breathily, his fingers tightening in the sheets.

Fuck, that was hot. Picturing himself inside Alec was even better, and it was all he could do not to stroke himself harder and faster. He wanted to hold out as long as he could for him.

“I could watch you jerk off all day,” Alec whispered. His gaze had shifted from eye contact to staring at Tyler instead.

Tyler grinned and slowed his motions, rubbing his hand around the tip of his cock. He thrust his hips upward a few times, fucking his fist so the head of his rock-hard shaft appeared from the circle of his thumb and forefinger.

“I’m good,” Alec gasped, pulling his hand away from himself and grabbing a condom.

Tyler laughed at his impatience. “Are you sure?”

“I’m fucking ready,” Alec told him sharply, knocking Tyler’s hand away and rolling the condom on. Then, he ran his slick fingers down Tyler’s shaft and shifted his body into position.

God, the pressure of Alec’s hole against the tip of him was divine. Alec ground slowly, teasing them both with it before he got started.

Alec looked at Tyler, a smile dancing around his lips.

“What?” Tyler grinned.

“I… I daydreamed a lot about this lately,” Alec admitted, laughing softly. “It’s just surreal.”

“You can make it real,” Tyler murmured, resting his hands on Alec’s thighs.

“If I’d known all it took was opera tickets…” Alec shook his head.

Tyler laughed, carefully raising his hand to cup Alec’s cheek. That hint of a smartass in him was incredibly attractive. “Just fuck me… fuck yourself on me… whatever.”

“Oh, I’ll fuck you,” Alec promised, grinning down at him.

Suddenly, Tyler wasn’t so sure he was in charge after all. And just as suddenly, he was fine with that.

“Go on, then,” Tyler dared him, grinning. “Double-dog dare you.”

The noise Alec made as he sank onto Tyler’s cock was a mix of a laugh and a groan. “Oh, God.”

“Was that for me or my dick?”

“Both.”

“Again, taking it as a compliment.” Tyler kept his hands on Alec’s thighs and out of the way as Alec gripped him firmly, enveloping him slowly.

It was just as incredible as last time, even if the desire to flip Alec over and go to town was even stronger. Being forced to slow down and let Alec take over was probably good for him—spiritually or something—but it made him grind his teeth.

“You all right?” Alec murmured, his gaze flickering up to Tyler’s. Damn, he was observant.

“Fine,” Tyler whispered, offering him a quick grin. “Just want you, baby.”

Alec’s smile wavered, but he seemed to find in Tyler’s face whatever he was looking for, because it grew to a grin. “Yeah. It’s been too fucking long.”

“Yeah. Two weeks is too long now.”

Tyler wasn’t even joking; he’d felt the need building up like an itch he couldn’t scratch—of which he also had plenty lately. Still, Alec rolled his eyes. “Don’t make me gag you.”

“Shame you can’t do it with your cock while you’re riding m—hnngh!” Alec pressed his hand across Tyler’s mouth, preventing him from finishing that sentence.

Okay, that was really hot.

“I think you like a guy who can shut you up,” Alec whispered, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

Tyler’s cheeks burned as his body flooded with adrenaline and… something pleasurable. He had no idea what this was, but it was suddenly the hottest sex he’d ever had.

His hips bucked involuntarily to thrust deeper into Alec, and Alec shifted his weight to press his other hand on Tyler’s stomach, pushing him down. “No. Not until I say so.”

Tyler bit back his whimper. He was suddenly hyperaware of every touch of skin on skin, like Alec was electrically charged. Discovering this whole new side of himself was fiery bliss.

“If you want me to stop, just… I dunno, bite me.”

Tyler tried to laugh, but it was hard behind Alec’s hand. He nodded slightly, maintaining eye contact as Alec started moving again.

Alec took Tyler in short, sharp jerks of his hips. Every thrust wrapped Tyler’s cock in tight, warm, heavenly heat. Before long, Alec had a rhythm and his focus slipped. He tipped his head back, groaning in pleasure, and then looked back at Tyler. Watching the sheen form across his smooth skin and the way his expression screwed up in pleasure was incredibly erotic.

Now he wasn’t shy, and it was hot as hell.

When Tyler couldn’t make smartass comments, it was strangely quiet, which only deepened the bond between them. He couldn’t shake the feeling that they were sharing an experience that was more than it seemed.

“Your cock feels incredible inside me,” Alec whispered, breaking the silence. “I want to make you come in me someday. I wanna feel you, hot and wet, pulsing inside me…”

Tyler’s sound was stifled, but he nodded his head quickly. God, yes. I needed to get tested anyway. I’m gonna go, like, tomorrow.

“I’ll let you tell me what you want later,” Alec added, giving him that mischievous wink again. “And I’ll consider any requests.”

Tyler bit his lip, gasping against Alec’s palm as he pressed his head back into the pillow.

Alec hadn’t stopped for a second, and the pleasure was building up deep in his stomach. He wasn’t gonna last much longer. Especially with the way Alec’s hand ran up and down his torso, rubbing across the muscles Tyler had worked so hard to develop, since he had nothing better to do with his time.

Not until he’d met Alec, anyway. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

Alec tweaked his nipple and Tyler just about arched off the bed with the mix of pain and pleasure that zinged through him. Fuck, that felt good in a way he couldn’t describe. It ignited nerves that seemed to shoot straight down to his cock, making him clench and twitch.

“Oh, I felt that,” Alec whispered. “You liked it, huh?” He flicked his fingers gently across the sensitive nub, then rubbed them in a slow circle.

Tyler nodded, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he moaned into Alec’s hand. He needed more stimulation, and he needed it right the fuck now.

Luckily, so did Alec. He shifted his hand to Tyler’s shoulder and gripped firmly, speeding up the pace at which he pushed himself down onto Tyler’s throbbing, sensitive shaft. “Oh, I’m gonna come on you, baby,” he whispered. “Maybe even hands-free. You hit just the right spot in me.”

Tyler tipped his head down, gazing past Alec’s arm to his cock, bobbing in the air between them with every thrust of their bodies. God, watching himself disappear inside Alec was so hot.

“I’m gonna come,” he tried to mumble, but the sounds blurred into indistinct syllables.

Alec read his expression, though. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby? Just let me come. I’m gonna come. Any moment now,” he gasped, his hips shuddering as he lost the rhythm and desperately plunged their bodies together.

Just as Tyler was about to try to wrestle for control, Alec gasped, shutting his eyes and rolling his head back. “Ty!”

A single syllable, but the way it rolled off Alec’s tongue—in pleasure and desperate need, sweeping through Alec’s body—was… memorable was an understatement. He’d heard his name gasped by lovers before, of course, but not like this.

Alec pulsated around Tyler, his sticky mess spraying freely across Tyler’s stomach and the sheets. His thrusts slowed as he came, gasping and moaning for breath. “Ah… ah, that’s amazing. Fuck,” he whispered, finally stopping.

Tyler was so close it almost hurt. Just a little more would do it. He was clinging to the edge, desperate for a hand—or desperate to plunge over the edge, he wasn’t sure which.

Which was a lot like him and Alec right now, in the bigger picture, but he had time to think about that later.

Tyler gripped Alec’s hips and thrust into him a few times, and suddenly Alec pulled his hand away from Tyler’s lips.

Alec was kissing him deeply, so when Tyler couldn’t hold back a second longer and gasped Alec’s name, it was against those beautiful lips.

Alec held him close, stroking his shoulders and cheeks and rubbing the back of his neck while Tyler thrust into him, letting ecstasy consume him. Tyler braced himself on one elbow, holding Alec’s lower back with the other hand.

Sharp pain returned to his ribs the moment the peak of orgasm had passed, which reminded him why he was supposed to be letting Alec take over. He collapsed flat against the bed, trying to catch his breath.

“Fucking… fuck,” Tyler mumbled, blinking a few times as he stared up at Alec.

“Agreed.” Alec was sweaty and out of breath, but grinning at him like they shared a secret.

Which they did—for now.

Tyler ignored the warning twangs of pain as he reached up to cup Alec’s cheek, rubbing slowly with his thumb. “That was… wow.”

“You do like me taking over.” Alec gave him a broad grin.

“And you are a bossy little twerp.” Tyler made a mock tsch sound.

“And…” Alec pretended to think. “If I remember right, about thirty seconds ago, it made you come so hard you just about lost your damn mind.”

Tyler couldn’t argue that. He laughed breathlessly, his hand unconsciously going to his ribs. “Fuck off.”

“I’m right and you know it.”

Alec had figured out the key to Tyler’s heart, somehow. The next question was so obvious he didn’t even think twice before asking it. “You staying the night?”

Alec hesitated for a second, then nodded. “If you’re inviting me.”

“I am.” Tyler shifted awkwardly as Alec rolled off him so he could pull off the condom and grab tissues.

“Then,” Alec murmured, kissing his cheek and handing over the tissue box, “I will.”

“Good.” Tyler wrapped his arm around Alec and pulled him into his side. “This mean we’re boyfriends?”

That shyness was back, and Alec ducked his head. “Again, if you’re asking.”

“I am.”

“Then yeah.” Alec pressed his lips against Tyler’s shoulder and slid his hand gently across his ribs to rest on his other side.

“Good.” Tyler grinned. “That’s my mission for the day done. By the way, I already added you to my VIP list. You can get in anywhere I’m driving, anytime, free. If you want to.”

“If you’re asking,” Alec murmured.

Tyler chuckled. “I am,” he said for the third time.

Alec chuckled, the sound mellow and sleepy. He didn’t answer, but he pressed his cheek into Tyler’s shoulder.

Bliss seeped through Tyler’s very bones, warming him gently from head to toe. That feeling was back: the feeling of rightness.

“Good?” Alec murmured, just as sleep tugged on Tyler’s consciousness.

Tyler just managed a quiet, “Yeah. I am. You?”

Alec didn’t seem prone to hyperbole, so when he murmured, “I really, really am,” Tyler’s pride swelled like never before.

This would never work out, but goddamn, he was glad he’d gotten to experience this at least once.