Chapter Thirteen

 

Hugo loved him.

It was almost too much to take in. He was here. He was in love with him.

He was leading him up the stairs in handcuffs.

Fuck me.

He hoped like hell that was where this was going.

Hugo stopped on Solomon’s side of the bed, turning to study his prize. “That shirt’s going to be a problem.”

He would laugh if he had any breath available. “You didn’t have to cuff me to get me up here, Hugo. I have no plans to resist.”

“Don’t make me embarrass myself by telling you how often I’ve imagined a handcuff and frisk scenario with you at my mercy, unable to move as I fucked you into the wall.”

Jesus. His arousal spiked and he licked his lips. “Oh, that old chestnut.”

Hugo’s lips quirked. “You didn’t know? Anyone who sees the long stride of our sweet-assed police chief wants to throw you against the nearest hard surface and do a thorough search. That hair is only going to make it worse. A sexy blond with a badge is one hell of a combination. And don’t offer to cut it. That rule is never going away.”

He ran a hand through Solomon’s hair, tugging his head back to press his lips against his throat. “I thought I’d go crazy, missing this. The way you respond to me. The way you tremble when I touch you. How hard I can make you come.”

He’d missed it too. So much his dick was in danger from the zipper on his jeans. “Take my pants off.” Please.

Hugo bit into his earlobe and smiled when he shivered. “Are you hurting, baby?”

“Yes.”

“As a medical professional, I can’t ignore a patient in need.”

“Good work ethic,” Solomon managed to gasp out before Hugo dragged his thermal up and over his head, the material bunching behind his neck and making him feel more constricted. Bound.

“Very nice.” He placed his hot hands on Solomon’s chest and pushed, sending him falling backward onto the bed. “I want your hands over your head, gripping that headboard for me.”

The wicked command in his velvet voice had him scooting back, adjusting himself the way Hugo wanted. “What now, Nurse Wayne?”

“Well, Chief Finn.” Hugo tugged off Solomon’s sneakers and socks. “Now I take off those tight, restrictive jeans and get to work making you feel good. With no one from either side of our family around to interrupt us all day long, I can take all the time I need.”

“Was that your brilliant strategy?”

“Not mine. But it’s definitely a perk.”

He leaned over to undo Solomon’s jeans, unzipping them carefully before tugging them down his legs, leaving him in his white boxer briefs. Hugo stood at the end of the bed watching him, his gaze hot enough to set him on fire.

Hugo cupped himself over his jeans. “Fuck, Younger. You look like an X-rated Calvin Klein ad. I should take a picture for nights when you’re not around.”

Solomon glanced down at the stiff erection stretching the waistband of his briefs, the head visible against his stomach. “You don’t need a picture to get you off. I’m right here.”

Dying for you to touch me.

Hugo pulled his sweater over his head, then his undershirt. His smooth, dark skin made Solomon’s mouth water. When he’d kicked off his jeans, his own briefs still covering his cock, he nearly growled. He didn’t want anything obstructing his view of paradise. Not after being without him for so long.

“Don’t be impatient,” Hugo instructed as he knelt on the bed and crawled over his body like a hungry predator. “We don’t need to rush anymore. Let me love you.”

Their cocks brushed and they moaned at the contact, Solomon lifting his hips off the bed, needing more.

“So greedy,” Hugo whispered, moving his hips to the side and sliding his hand over Solomon’s chest and abs instead. “You don’t know what it does to me, knowing that you’re finally mine.”

Always. He couldn’t remember what it was like not to love Hugo. Not to search for him every time he entered the room. To dream about him. Want him.

“Don’t let go,” he warned. With his kiss, any rational thought he had left disappeared.

It was as hungry and passionate as it had always been between them, but this was more. Hugo was reveling in the act. Making it more intimate, more carnal than foreplay. He explored Solomon’s mouth. Learning him in a way he had never taken the time to before.

His breath hitched in his chest when Hugo sucked on his tongue, feeling it all the way to his untouched erection.

He rocked his hips again. “Hugo, please.”

“Let me love you,” he repeated, his breath hot on Solomon’s cheek. “Let go and let me show you what you do to me.”

He tried to relax as the full, soft lips left his mouth and traced a slow, sensual path along his jawline and down his neck. When Solomon shivered, Hugo lingered, his teeth scraping along the sensitive flesh.

His chest got the same treatment. By the time he’d left a trail of love bites and open mouthed kisses along his ribcage and down to his abs, Solomon couldn’t control the sounds he was making or his body’s reaction.

Hugo noticed. “Look at you, so ready to come it’s already dripping out. I might need a taste to tide me over.”

“Oh God, please.” He was either going to break his hands or his headboard, he thought as Hugo’s tongue flicked over the visible flesh of his cock.

More teasing licks followed, along with a change in Hugo’s breathing. “So good,” he said huskily. “I wanting to grab the syrup downstairs and make a meal out of you, but I don’t need it, do I? Not this time. You taste too good.”

Hugo lowered his mouth, nuzzling his shaft through Solomon’s underwear and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “Please. I don’t want to come like this.”

“If you do, I’ll start all over again,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I told you we had time now. And I still need to flip you over and nibble on the other white meat.”

Solomon’s laugh sounded like an animal in pain. “Next time. Whatever you want, you can do it next time. I need you, Hugo. I love you. I want you inside me when I come.”

The bed bounced as he left and heard his bedside drawer open. He looked up in time to see Hugo strip off his underwear and coat his cock with lube.

Yes. Now.

He lifted his hips when his briefs disappeared and spread his legs with a grateful moan.

Hugo pressed forward until Solomon could hardly breathe, his knees over his shoulders, hands still clutching the headboard.

“I’m going to spend days buried inside you. My cock. My tongue. We have a lot to make up for.”

Solomon arched his neck when the wet cock slid up and down the seam of his ass, Hugo massaging his clenching hole with the tip of his erection.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t thrust, in this position all he could do was take what Hugo gave him. “Do it, Hugo.”

Hugo was above him, over him, his slow, steady thrust angled down. It was tighter like this. So full it almost hurt. “God, yes.”

He didn’t stop until he was buried deep, both of them dazed and panting. “Next time,” Hugo muttered. “Next time I’ll make it last.”

Solomon nodded jerkily, ready to say anything to get what he needed. “I’m cuffed and at your mercy, just like your fantasy. You can fuck me as hard as you want to. I’m all yours.”

He could see the dam of restraint break in Hugo’s eyes. His lips parted as he looked down at where they were joined, and he pressed his shoulders into Solomon’s thighs.

“Mine.”

He cried out as Hugo’s thick shaft impaled him, shattering his sanity with a fast, brutal rhythm that bordered on too much.

All he could do was hold on and take it as the bed shook with the force of his thrusts and Hugo reached up to grip the chain between his wrists.

“I’m in you so deep, baby. You had to tease me. Begged me to lose control again. Fuck, you make me crazy.”

A roar of surprise exploded from Solomon’s throat as he came without warning, spurts of semen painting his chest and throat as Hugo groaned above him.

“Yes. Oh God, that’s so good, Younger. I’m not going to last.”

Lost to his own climax, Solomon heard Hugo join him with a cry that sounded like his name.

Love you. Love you, Hugo. Love you so much.

“I love you, too,” Hugo whispered when they finally came back down to earth. He hadn’t realized he’d been saying it out loud. Shouting it. 

Love you.

 

***

 

He woke up slowly, consciousness floating up to the surface as memories of the last few hours flashed in his mind. He’d think it was a dream but his body was one big delicious ache, telling him everything was real.

Thank God.

After the first time, Hugo had released the cuffs and rubbed his arms, praising him until he’d stopped shivering in reaction. He’d given himself completely. His heart. His soul. Everything was different now that Hugo loved him.

He wanted to guard what they had. Protect it. If he had his way, they’d never leave the bubble of this room. But logic and his hunger pangs told him that wasn’t feasible.

He loves me.

Everything else was cake. Icing. As long as Hugo was in his life, he could do anything.

He could already see his old routine flying out the window, and they’d have to make concessions with their busy schedules and dueling family obligations, but they would work it out. Together.

A few months ago, he never would have dared to imagine things working out like this. Having the job he loved on his own terms, having the man he loved curled up against him in his bed. It was the kind of miracle that always happened to someone else.

You can’t take something like love for granted.

The secret of life according to Uncle Shawn, and he planned to follow that advice religiously. He’d gone too long without it not to know how necessary it was. How vital.

Solomon shifted slightly, his erection rubbing against the curve of Hugo’s ass. When he felt something else brush against him almost rhythmically he frowned, looking down through heavy lids to see Hugo’s wet fingers disappearing between his cheeks.

He was fucking himself while Solomon was sleeping? They’d both come twice already. “Already having fun without me?”

Hugo had bite marks on his lower lip where he’d been trying to keep quiet. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

Solomon’s cock reacted, but he needed to make sure. “What do you mean?”

He looked at him over his shoulder, eyes wide and needy, vulnerable. “I need all of you. I want to know how you feel inside me.”

Jesus. “Are you sure?”

Hugo slid his fingers out with a hiss and passed Solomon the lube. “More than sure.”

He drizzled the thick liquid over his shaft, his lashes fluttering as he rubbed it over his skin. Adding more to his fingers, he kissed Hugo’s shoulder as he slid first one, then two into his well prepped ass. “How long have you been up?”

Hugo was moaning quietly. “Long enough to feel you rocking against me in your sleep, to start thinking about how it would feel. To get my ass ready to take you.”

“Fuck, you feel ready.”

He reached back and stroked Solomon’s cock, making him moan. “I want you to fuck me. To love me like this.”

“Every way there is,” Solomon said against his back, replacing Hugo’s grip with his own and guiding himself slowly inside.

Yes.

Hugo bent his leg, opening himself up as Solomon stretched him carefully, his hands caressing every bit of skin he could reach. “I’ll never stop giving you what you want. Never stop loving you. God, you’re squeezing me like a fucking fist.”

He worked himself deeper with careful, shallow strokes, giving Hugo time to adjust, until he was pressed against him completely. Flesh to flesh. He slid an arm beneath his body and wrapped it around his chest like a band, his other hand clutching his hip. “I can’t get close enough.”

Hugo reached back and slid his fingers into Solomon’s hair, turning his head toward him to whisper, “Try.”

Solomon kissed him as he started to grind against him. Slow rolls, deep and languid, every inch of their bodies connected.

Hugo was shaking when he lifted his mouth. “What do you need?”

“You. Just you.” He lowered his leg and rolled onto his stomach, careful not to lose their connection. “I feel like… I don’t know. So damn much. I need you on top of me.”

Solomon growled against his neck, pinning him to the bed. He stretched out on top of him, hands covering his, legs tangled together before he started moving again.

So deep inside you. Love you so much.

“I’ve got you, Hugo.”

He kissed him everywhere his mouth could reach as his cock stroked deeper inside him. Holy shit, it felt so good. “I’m never letting you go.”

“Don’t.” Hugo gasped into the mattress. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”

Solomon knew what he meant. Giving in. Giving up control. Hugo had offered him a gift that he wouldn’t waste. Wouldn’t rush.

Again and again he brought them both to the edge, only to slow down, changing his rhythm or stopping completely for a deep, hungry kiss.

They were both slick with sweat, trembling when he finally found the spot he’d been avoiding. Hugo’s cry at the contact was loud and long and shook Solomon to his core, finally shredding his control.

He sucked on Hugo’s neck as he hit his prostate again and again, forceful strokes that made the man beneath him strain and shudder against the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck,” Hugo moaned, his hand lowering to stroke himself. “Younger, fuck, don’t stop. Yes. Yes!”

Solomon roared at the punishing grip around his cock as Hugo came. He dragged him onto his knees, all restraint gone as he reached for his own climax.

Harder. More. So close.

He threw his head back, his hoarse shout filling the room as the powerful orgasm made him blind. He couldn’t stop coming. Couldn’t stop pumping inside him until he was spent.

The surge of possession when he pulled out and saw the evidence of his release dripping from the man he loved was unexpected. He placed his hand on Hugo’s ass, his thumb spreading the fluid over his skin.

He’d always belonged to Hugo. Now Hugo belonged to him.

Mine.

The soft laugh had him looking up and meeting Hugo’s gaze. “I think it’s safe to say we both liked that.”

Like didn’t cover it. Solomon got up and strode quickly to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth. Hugo hadn’t moved, his body collapsed on the bed in total satiated exhaustion.

He couldn’t stop the pride that swelled inside him and made his dick twitch with renewed interest.

He swept the cool cloth over Hugo’s sweat-covered back and thighs, finally slipping it between his cheeks tenderly. “I have a few rules for round three.”

Hugo stiffened momentarily and then he nodded. “I’m ready. Let’s hear them.”

“We’ll talk before making decisions about our relationship from now on.”

“Sounds fair.”

“Rory’s sister-in-law left me a message that Weasley and Hermione—her dogs—had a new litter of puppies. We’re getting one. And, in keeping with your family tradition, we’re naming it Rowling.”

“Sticking with the Harry Potter theme. That sounds acceptable.”

There was a trace of expectation in Hugo’s voice. Hope. “So, we’re getting a dog together? I’ve never had one before.”

“Neither have I. I’ve never lived with anyone before either.”

Hugo pushed himself up on his elbows and rolled to his side, staring. “Is that another rule? We live together?”

Solomon reached for Hugo’s hand, needing to touch him. “Only if you plan on making an honest man of me as soon as possible.”

“Chief Finn, are you proposing?” His dimples deepened. “Right now? With no clothes on? After we just had earth-shattering sex?”

Solomon’s cheeks heated. “I’ll be working hard to fix the damage that was done to the department, and you have your roommate situation to think about, but—”

“You never used to talk this much.”

His smile was self-deprecating. “I’ve been told.”

Hugo reached up to push his hair back, cupping his face in his warm, healing hands. “Yes. To the dog, the house and the proposal. All of it. We’ve been circling each other for too many years, and I’m not taking a chance on losing you again. I want legal documents and notaries and binding vows as soon as possible.” He smiled at Solomon’s surprise. “But first things first. Food. Probably more sex. Then U-Haul shopping.”

Solomon got to his feet, dragging Hugo to a sitting position. “I’ll need to talk to your father first.”

“Cute.” He wove as he got to his feet, wrapping his arms around Solomon’s neck. “Wow, I’ll be feeling that for a while, big boy.”

Hugo winked. “You know it’s Cassandra Wayne’s approval that matters. And if you didn’t have it, she wouldn’t have gotten on board with my plan or started compiling info on every member of the Finn family. Which we both know she’s doing as we speak.”

A deep laugh of pure joy escaped his chest. “The Not-Wayne list?”

“Maybe we could get her to put you in your own category, since our families will be merging soon.” He made a face, holding Solomon tighter. “They already are and they don’t even know it.”

He was thinking about Bronte and William. “Don’t worry about that. We’ve got it under control. I’ll tell you all about it later, after food and probably more sex.”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like it?”

“How do you feel about bacon?”

Hugo stopped and Solomon looked back to see him staring at his ass. “What?”

“I’m thinking.”

He rolled his eyes. “A cop joke? Already?”

“I couldn’t resist. And I love bacon.”

“You better.”

“I do. For the rest of our lives.”