Be a fucking gentleman, King warned himself as he pretended to be relaxed—until Linc disappeared into the bathroom. Did he have time to call Melanie? No, no, she'd laugh her ass off at him. Bear would be all calm and logical, and just piss him off.

He could do this, he shifted his leg on the pillow, then lifted his hands to scrub his face and rub his eyes. He focused on the sounds of Linc getting ready for bed.

Over the years, he'd lost count of how many times he had imagined that; in bed waiting for his man to join him. Those nights hadn't involved a broken leg and pain meds. He wasn't going to complain, though.

He slipped his arms back under his head as the bathroom door opened and he turned to watch Linc exit. A groan rumbled up from his chest as a shirtless Linc strode around the bed. The dark, blond hair on the man's chest wasn't as thick as his own, but it covered the man from collarbones to the waist of the pajama pants. Linc's rounded belly was perfect, and he wanted to nuzzle the hairy curve, then head lower.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How fucking sexy you are.”

Linc's face turned red, but the man attempted to hide it by bending over to pull down the covers.

“You are. I've always thought so.”

He waited until Linc had lain down and turned toward him. Linc avoided looking at him. He wasn't going to let that happen.

“Come here.” He shifted and slipped his arm beneath Linc's head, tugged Linc to his side. His dick hardened at the weight of Linc's thick frame along his.

Not the time, he warned himself.

Linc rested his arm across his stomach and tucked his head beneath King's chin.

King turned to press a kiss to the man's forehead.

“You okay,” Linc asked.

“Yes, I'm fine. I took my meds. I'll be asleep in no time.”

“What's Melanie going to think about this?”

He ran his fingers through Linc’s soft hair and closed his eyes to inhale the lemon scent of Linc’s shampoo.

“She’ll tell me I finally got my head out of my ass. She’s known for a long time.”

“And still, she never told me.”

“What would you’ve said if she had?” he asked as he tugged and tilted Linc’s head back. He studied the hazel flecks in Linc’s blue-green eyes. As Linc closed his lids, the long pale lashes fanned his high cheekbones. He placed his left hand on Linc’s face and stroked his thumb along the fringe of those lashes. “What would you have done?”

“Denied it.”

An edge of sadness tinged Linc’s words.

He lowered his head to brush his mouth to Linc’s, and the man’s lips trembled under his. For so long, he’d imagined being able to hold and kiss Linc that the reality paled in comparison to the dream. Linc shifted and raised his chin. He deepened the kiss, and their breathing rough and moans echoed, coming in sync. He pulled Linc on top of him—the man’s weight bearing him down into the mattress and he wanted more.

He knew it couldn’t go beyond a make-out session, but he wanted it to be more than about the physical. Fuck it; talking could come later. He wrapped his hand around Linc’s thigh and muscled the man on top of him. Linc straddled him.

“You’re not getting in my pants. You know that right?”

Linc smiled against his lips. “Who said I wanted in your pants?”

“At least we got that cleared up.”

He splayed his hands over Linc’s shoulder blades and stroked downward. His fingers dipped into the hollow of Linc’s spine until he reached the waistband of Linc’s pants. He slipped his fingers beneath the soft cotton and cupped Linc’s fuzzy cheeks. He kneaded the thick muscles.

“Hey, what about not getting into pants?”

“Honey, I said my pants, I didn’t say anything about yours.”

“I think turnabout is fair play, right?”

He opened his mouth to make a comment, but nothing came out as strong fingers pushed into his loose gym shorts. His back arched and his body tensed as Linc wrapped his hand around his dick.

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” He pushed the statement through clenched teeth.

Linc stroked lower until he had his balls cupped in his palm. He gripped Linc’s hips tightly.

“I swore I was going to be—”

He let out a string of curses as Linc pushed his hand between his thighs. He shifted them as far apart as Linc’s legs allowed.

“Ten years I’ve waited to get my hands on you. All the time you were with Melanie, then all the men I had to watch flirt with you…get to go home with you. Jealous, so fucking jealous.”

“Is that all you want…to get your hands on me?”

He knew what everyone thought about him. That he was only a flirt and fuck. They didn’t understand how badly he wanted Linc and not having him killed something inside him.

“Look at me,” Linc ordered.

He almost ignored it until the man’s hand disappeared and came up to grip his chin. Firm, full lips stroked over his face, teased the corners of his mouth and he met the man’s gaze.

“No, it’s not all I want. I want the dates…” Another kiss. “And everything that goes along with it.”

He almost protested when Linc moved to the side to lay down beside him.

“Turn over,” Linc said as he nudged his hip.

He carefully turned to his side and became the little spoon when Linc pressed against his back.

Linc slipped his arm under his head and banded his other across his chest until his hand hooked under his arm.

“I’ve never felt quite good enough. I’m fat and hairy, past my prime.”

“Bullshit.”

Linc nipped the side of his neck with just enough force to make it sting. He turned his head giving Linc more access. He closed his eyes as Linc stroked his chest, teased his nipples with slightly roughened fingertips, then over his stomach. He held his breath as Linc worked his shorts down his hips. The air in the room was cool against his exposed hip and groin.

“Let me finish.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.”

He snorted, and Linc squeezed him tighter. Linc’s fingers played in his thick pubes. His cock was hard and aching. He wanted Linc’s touch there. The man’s firm grip. He didn’t feel like himself. Any other time he’d grab Linc’s hand and put it where he wanted it. Reach around and bring his hand to the thick ridge of dick notched between his cheeks. His shyness was strange but exhilarating. He didn’t have to be on, didn’t have to pretend to be happy because he was. Content to lie there and let Linc love on and touch him.

Yes, he wouldn’t lie. He’d thought about fucking and being fucked by Linc, but he’d also wanted this. Lazy times that built the heat between them until it wasn’t enough.

“I’ve also wanted my brother-in-law turned ex-brother-in-law for a long time knowing or thinking I’d never have a chance.

“You like when I touch you, Andrew?”

He nodded and hummed his affirmative.

“Do you want more?”

He jerked his head in a quick nod.

“Use your words. What do you want?”

“Stroke my dick.” His voice broke.

“Like this?” Linc asked.

The rough, quick jacks on his cock caused his fingers to clench in the sheet and pillow. He cursed the stupid cast as his body bowed, and the cumbersome weight restricted his movements. He awkwardly pushed and pulled his dick through Linc’s fist.

“So close…” He was so fucking close. He slammed his ass back against Linc’s cock. The frightening thickness notched between his cheeks. Bringing his hand back, he gripped Linc’s hip as the man rutted.

“Cum, baby,” Linc grunted.

The sharp nip to the side of his neck caused him to shout as his balls tightened and he came.

“That was fucking…fuck.”

Linc held him so tight it was hard to breathe as the wetness spread across his lower back.

His head felt heavy, and his brain was fuzzy and fried. Between the orgasm and medicine, his energy was tapped out. He turned his head and searched for Linc’s mouth, and when they kissed, it was lazy and almost chaste.

“I think we’re doing this dating thing backward.”

“Don’t care.” And he didn’t. Except for the broken leg, there wasn’t anything about that he would change.

“Go to sleep. I’ll clean us up.”

He grumbled his protests, but he was too weak to move. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on the sounds of Linc moving around, water running, and then everything faded as he fell asleep.