Forty-One
Bas led Ten into the bathroom, turned him to face the mirror and then wrapped his arms around him from behind. “What do you see?” he said.
Ten rolled his eyes as he snorted, “Two sexed out dudes.”
“I see that too, but do you know what else I see?”
“I see the man inside. I see the fighter who never gave up despite his grieving heart, I see the stubborn man who held on so tightly to the belief that he didn’t deserve to love or be loved again, I see the beautiful heart inside of you that finally allowed you to see.”
“See what?” Ten whispered, tears shimmering in his eyes.
Ten spun around it Bas’ arms and slammed their lips together, “I love you,” he whispered as he peppered kisses along Bas’ whiskered jaw and down his neck, “I love you,” he said again. He kissed along Bas’ collarbone, “Fuck, I need you,” he mumbled.
“Then take me,” Bas said breathlessly.
He stepped around Ten’s body, leaned forward as he gripped the edge of the counter and then locked his eyes in the mirror with Ten’s.
Ten knew exactly what the man was saying: watch us….see us.
Challenge accepted Mr. Monroe.
Ten placed one more kiss on Bas’ shoulder then he disappeared into the bedroom for supplies. When he stepped back inside, Bas was in the exact same position, his head down, one hand slowly stroking his cock.
And then, in slow motion, his eyes opened, and he looked at Ten over his shoulder and for the first time since Sawyer had died, Ten saw something in Bas’ eyes that he never thought he’d see again: hope, a future, love.
He walked up behind Bas and slid his fingers up the column of his spine, then he followed behind that with his lips pressing kisses, from the top of his tailbone to the back of his neck.
Bas shivered beneath his touch.
“I’ve got you, Bas,” Ten said as he kissed his way back down Bas’ spine.
He pressed one more kiss to Bas’ tailbone as he squatted down behind him.
His left hand reached up to the counter and closed around the bottle of lube. He set it on the floor between Bas’ feet and then ran his hand over the firm, smooth globes of Bas’ ass.
Then he spread them apart and slid his tongue over Bas’ hole.
Bas’ entire body trembled as his hands gripped the counter.
His name coming from Bas’ lips sounded like it had been scraped from his throat with sharp claws.
The man sounded wrecked, out of his mind.
“Don’t stop,” Bas groaned, pleaded, begged.
Never. He would never stop loving this man.
That thought didn’t terrify him like he thought it would.
His tongue made a return sweep and then he pressed his thumbs to the edges of Bas’ hole and gently encouraged it to open for him.
His mouth filled with saliva as he anticipated his first taste of the man who he knew would be his new forever.
He poked his tongue out, buried his nose between the globes of Bas’ ass and speared his tongue inside.
There was no distinguishing whether the groans that echoed off the bathroom walls were louder from Bas or from Ten.
Ten’s dick was so hard between his legs that it ached.
He longed to touch it but refused to. Right now, this was all about the man falling apart beneath his touch.
Ten would get his turn soon enough.
“Ten, fuck that’s so good,” Bas mumbled, his voice trembling just as much as his body.
Ten thought it was just as good, as Bas’ taste exploded on his tongue like fireworks. Every time he touched a new spot, got a new taste, his dick leaked more pre-cum onto the floor.
As that plea bled into Ten’s ears, he reluctantly withdrew his tongue and opened the bottle of lube. He spread it onto his fingers as he kissed his way back up Ten’s body until he was pressed in behind him with barely enough room for his fingers to work Bas open farther.
The moment he slid two fingers inside and spread them, Bas was pleading with him again.
“I’m ready Ten. Please, I swear I’m ready.”
Ten started to reach for the condom on the counter but Bas covered it with his hand.
Their eyes met in the mirror and held.
Going bare with anyone ever again was something that Ten had never even considered. But Bas wasn’t just some random hook up. Bas was…..Bas was everything.
Without a word, Ten moved behind Bas’ body, spreading the lube from his fingers, along with copious amounts of pre-cum, all over his dick. He positioned the head at the entrance of Bas’ hole and after one final moment of hesitation, he slid all the way home.
After being lost for years since Sawyer had been killed, Ten had finally found his way home.
His arms wrapped tightly around Bas’ body, his palms pressing to the man’s chest to lift his body back into Ten’s.
Bas’ arm went behind Ten’s head and yanked it down so their lips could meet in a sloppy kiss as Ten began slowly tunneling his dick in and out of Bas’ ass.
Bas eventually yanked his head away. “Fuck, Ten, ungh, fuck that’s so good!” he cried as he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the counter again. When one of his hands moved to stroke his dick, Ten caught it by the wrist. “Don’t,” he said as his and Bas’ eyes locked in the mirror again.
“Feel me, Bas. You’re so close. I can feel your ass pulsing around my dick like massaging fingers. Fuck, you feel so damn good. You feel like home, Bas. My home. Our home.”
Those words must’ve been exactly what Bas needed to hear.
He cried out as his dick erupted, shooting ribbons of white all over the sink and counter. “Yes, Bas, yes!” Ten cried as he dug his fingers into Bas’ hips and shoved his dick in as far as he could go. The orgasm that hit him was so powerful it almost knocked him onto his ass but because of the firm hold he had on the strong body in front of him, he managed to stay on his feet as his dick emptied into the man who was now his home….forever.