“Please tell me I can get inside of you,” Cole mumbled into Rhett’s mouth, walking him backward toward the bed.

Cole had spent the majority of the past week inside of Rhett, but the thrill of being able to take him bare for the first time had his skin electrified. Cole pulled his shirt over his head and quickly stepped out of his pants, gripping Rhett’s shirt and tugging it over his head. The body Rhett had kept hidden from him all these years was a sight.

He wasn’t overly toned, which made sense considering how much time he spent with his nose in a book, but the lines of his body were tight and firm, his skin stretched smooth over the dips and curves of his muscles. Cole popped the button on Rhett’s pants, pushing them and his briefs to the floor, dragging his fingers along Rhett’s soft thighs as he went.

Standing there with nothing between them, Cole swallowed, choking down the overwhelming desire to fuck Rhett through the floor until cum spilled out of him and he begged for Cole to stop. He steadied himself and kissed Rhett softly, teasing his lips with his tongue until Rhett’s cock poked insistently against Cole’s stomach.

“I have a confession to make,” Cole whispered, laying Rhett down onto the bed softly. He reached for the bedside table, producing a bottle of lube. He slicked his fingers and teased Rhett’s hole, easily pushing one, then two fingers inside. Rhett arched off the bed, sweat already beading against his temple as Cole worked him slowly, scissoring his fingers apart to stretch him.

“What?” Rhett panted, his voice soft and eager.

Cole removed his fingers and lubed his cock, pressing the head against Rhett’s entrance and taking a steadying breath. He could feel Rhett give way, the ring of muscle at his entrance grabbing for the tip of his dick.

Cole wasn’t convinced his heart wasn’t going to slam out of his chest and explode between them. Rhett writhed underneath him, silently begging for penetration. He looked like a dream—slightly tan skin against Cole’s crisp, white sheets, not to mention the feral noises tumbling from his mouth that grew louder every moment Cole wasn’t inside of him.

“Look at me,” Cole whispered, and Rhett’s eyes flew open. Cole took a handful of deep breaths, petting his hands along Rhett’s thighs, up to his ribs.

“I know that you doubt me,” Cole continued. “You moved your things in, but I can tell that you don’t think I’m all in.”

Rhett squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head quickly against the pillow. “It’s not that,” he protested.

“It is though,” Cole countered, using the head of his cock to stretch Rhett’s hole without actually pushing inside. They both inhaled matching, sharp breaths. “And that’s okay. I understand. I know I’ve been a certain way before, with other people.”

Cole danced his fingers along the goosebumped skin of Rhett’s thighs, his cock leaking precum against the rim of Rhett’s ass. He could feel the slick slide from his dick and pool against him.

“I’ll get there,” Rhett said, and it sounded like he was imploring Cole to believe him, which was a ridiculous thing. Rhett was too good for Cole, and they both had to know that. Rhett who was so smart, and talented, and driven, and Rhett who looked like he should be cast in bronze when he came because his face was sheer perfection.

“I’ll get there,” Cole promised. “I’ll deserve you, for real.”

Rhett swallowed, the sound so loud it drowned out the beating of Cole’s heart in his ears. He slid a hand up Rhett’s chest and found their hearts were frantically in sync.

“What did you want to confess?” Rhett rasped, fisting his dick and squeezing around the base.

Cole gripped himself, looping his thumb and forefinger around his shaft and notching the tip of his cock against Rhett’s ready hole.

“I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, easing his way into Rhett’s heat. Cole’s body jerked forward, his hips slapping forward and instinctively burying himself as deep as he could reach.

“What?” Rhett’s eyes widened and focused on him, even as his lashes fluttered from the penetration.

Cole lay his body over Rhett’s, their hearts connected through their chests and he whispered his confession once again into Rhett’s parted mouth. “I’ve never been with someone like this. Bare.”

Rhett groaned and his muscles tightened around Cole’s cock at the same time his arms wrapped around his back. Rhett pulled him closer, impossibly so, and slammed their mouths together. He kissed Cole with what Cole imagined to be...everything.

“Move,” Rhett panted into his mouth after coming up for air, “I need to feel you move.”

Cole parted their bodies reluctantly, fucking his way slowly in and out. Rhett arched up to meet him, his ass coming off the bed and his muscles clinging to Cole’s cock when he retreated in a way that Cole hadn’t ever felt in his life.

“You feel so good. So hot and tight,” Cole praised, finding a rhythm that he could maintain without shooting his load in the first five minutes.

He fucked Rhett, even though it felt more like what Cole had always imagined making love would be. There on his bed, their bed, in the damp and tangled sheets, Cole took what Rhett offered him with no regret and no remorse.

Rhett’s hand quickened around his cock and his face looked pained. His skin flushed and he cried out, jets of cum pooling against his chest. Cole leaned down and licked him clean, grabbing Rhett’s thighs and laying into him the way he’d meant to earlier. He fucked Rhett so thoroughly the headboard creaked and the fitted sheet came loose. He fucked Rhett until he was begging for less, and more, and everything, his cock hard again between them.

“Come for me again,” Cole requested, wrapping Rhett’s hand around his cock. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

His hips snapped forward and he circled them around, the tip of his cock sliding over Rhett’s swollen prostate.

“It’s too much,” Rhett protested, even as he dutifully jerked himself.

“I know,” Cole agreed, chin dropping to his chest. His balls were hot and tight, and ready to release themselves. “Now, baby. Do it now.”

Rhett squeezed his eyes closed and matched Cole’s pace, fucking his fist even as he writhed and groaned underneath Cole. Their bodies were covered in sweat and the residue of Rhett’s earlier orgasm lingered on Cole’s tongue.

“I’m gonna come inside of you,” Cole whispered, still in awe of what was happening between them.

Rhett bore down, his muscles grabbing at Cole’s cock and Cole watched cum dribble from between Rhett’s grasp as he came for a second time. Cole shouted, throwing his head back in what felt like victory, his cock pumping spurts of his hot release as deep into Rhett as he’d ever been.

This was surreal—this primal mating between the two of them ignited a fire in Cole that he hadn’t even known existed. His body bucked and trembled and he collapsed, riding through his orgasm as Rhett’s arms and legs wrapped around him and held him tight.

He was aware of Rhett’s voice in his ear, but couldn’t make out the words. They sounded happy though; tired but pleased, and Cole closed his eyes, drifting off to an unexpected sleep.

“You need to wake up.” Rhett’s voice was soft and gentle in his ear. Cole groaned and rolled over, burying his face into his pillow.

“Why?” he groaned, unwilling to blink his eyes open.

“You’re going to be late for work,” Rhett told him.

“How? It’s nighttime,” Cole mumbled, sliding over and nuzzling his face in Rhett’s armpit.

“It’s not. It’s six in the morning.”

Cole’s eyes flew open and he rolled away, searching for his phone on the nightstand. How was it morning? He didn’t even remember going to bed. He and Rhett had eaten dinner and then come upstairs and had the best sex of Cole’s life, and then….

“You fell asleep on me,” Rhett informed him with a chuckle.

“I don’t sleep,” Cole said, confused. He sat up, the sheets gathered around his waist. He scratched his scalp with dull fingernails and looked at the clock which indicated Rhett was telling the truth. It was the next day.

“Well, you’ve obviously been having sex wrong until last night because you came and then passed the fuck out.” Rhett laughed and leaned against the headboard as Cole scrambled out of bed in search of a clean towel and clothes to wear.

The words Rhett had said registered in his head and he stopped dead in his tracks. He pivoted back toward the bed and crawled up Rhett’s body, gripping his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Rhett’s face was playful, but turned serious the longer Cole held him there.

“Last night was right,” Cole said solemnly. He swallowed his fear about the next words he was about to say, well aware he was talking to someone who very well still had one foot out the door. “It was right because it was you.”

Before Rhett could reply, Cole backed off the bed and retreated to the shower, turning the hot on full blast and stepping under the spray. The water was instantly warm, which made Cole appreciative of the tankless water heater he’d paid to have installed last year. He washed himself quickly, shampooed his hair, and rinsed all the bubbles away.

When he stepped out of the shower, he found Rhett sitting on the bathroom counter, feet dangling and heels banging into the cabinet door under the sink.

“What are you going to do today?” Cole asked, wrapping the towel around his waist and situating himself between Rhett’s legs. He looked in the mirror over Rhett’s shoulder and finger combed his hair.

Rhett reached up and swatted Cole’s hands away, arranging the strands and working through a few snarls with a much more delicate touch than he had. The perfect domesticity of the moment sat well with Cole, and he was completely aware of how not rattled the whole thing made him.

When Rhett finished paying his hair attention, Cole kissed him, easily and assuredly, hoping to tell him I meant what I said last night. This is right. This is good. This is perfect.

“Maybe I’ll go through the pictures from Kristen’s wedding or go through my boxes,” Rhett answered when the kiss was over.

“You don’t need to,” Cole assured him. “You can just relax, or stay in bed, or whatever. Or you can come to work with me and I can run you up to human resources and get you hired.”

Cole nipped at the skin of Rhett’s throat, the hickey he’d left while they were in Tahiti fading now. Rhett groaned and the sound vibrated against Cole’s mouth.

“Can I come by after lunch?” Rhett asked.

Cole nodded, inhaling the smell of their mingled sweat in the crook of Rhett’s neck. “That’s fine,” he murmured, forcing himself away so he could see Rhett’s face.

“Do we have plans tonight?” Rhett asked, again gently weaving his fingers through Cole’s damp hair.

“No. Why?”

Rhett grinned deviantly, and Cole’s cock twitched at the sight of it.

“Good,” Rhett responded, tongue swiping across his lower lip. “I kind of can’t wait to fuck my boss.”