“Me?”
“Baer, you’ve helped me so much. I feel calmer and more centered around you. I don’t think it’s just the soul mate bond. I think it’s you simply being you. When I’m with you, I feel like I can do anything.” He gave a little laugh. “After the pestilents, vet school is going to be cake.”
“You are going to be an amazing vet,” Baer purred.
“I’ll still draw my comics—I love them too much to stop—but this power I have can be used for good. But I’m going to wait until the pestilents are taken care of once and for all.”
“Yeah, going to college now would be too dangerous.” Baer paused as steam began to fill the room around them. “Unless you started online.”
“I’m too tired to even think about it right now. Let’s just get our shower, and then we can worry about saving the world.”
They stepped into the shower and Baer picked up the soap. He lathered his hands and began to run them over Wiley’s shoulders and back, loving the way Wiley stared up at him. Those big, brown eyes were full of love and affection, and Baer’s heart melted. “I love you,” he said as he ran his hands down Wiley’s chest.
“Love you, too. So much.” Wiley took the soap and started washing Baer.
It didn’t take long for Baer’s dick to perk up, and he noticed Wiley’s was standing tall as well. “Thought you were tired.”
“Apparently, I’m not too tired for sex. Just thinking about college.” Wiley grinned and wrapped soapy fingers around Baer’s cock. “I don’t think I could ever be too tired to make love with you.”
“Come on, let’s finish this shower and take this to the bed. I want to be inside you.”
Wiley shivered and began washing Baer faster.
Chuckling, Baer returned the favor, paying special attention to Wiley’s ass, slipping his soapy fingers inside and watching as the man gasped and parted his legs more. He rinsed Wiley off and turned him before slipping down to his knees. He grasped the cheeks and leaned in to rake his tongue over his pucker. Wiley cried out and braced his hands on the wall. Water poured over them as he thrust his tongue inside Wiley, tasting soap and that unique flavor that was all Wiley.
“Oh, that feels so damn good,” Wiley moaned the words as he thrust his ass toward Baer.
Baer continued to fuck into him with his tongue, reaching around with one hand to grasp hold of his cock.
“Baer!”
Not able to wait any longer, Baer shut off the water and grabbed two towels. They dried off fast, neither taking their eyes off each other. Wiley shot out of the bathroom and when Baer reached the bed, Wiley was already in the center with lube in hand. He quickly poured some onto his fingers and reached behind himself to work it into his body. His man was so sexy, he took Baer’s breath away.
Baer stood beside the bed and watched Wiley work two fingers into himself, his dick hard and enticing. Baer leaned over the bed and placed one knee on it. He came over Wiley and took his cock into his hand.
Wiley cried out, his fingers working faster.
Baer stared down at him, taking in the sharp features and wet hair, how absolutely beautiful this man was to him.
“I can’t wait,” Wiley breathed. “Come inside me now.”
Baer took the lube and covered his dick, stroking it on slowly as he watched Wiley watching him with avid eyes. “I want you just like this. On your back. Want to see your face this time.”
Wiley nodded frantically and reached to pull him over him. He brought his legs up and held them, his gaze still desperate. Baer reached down and guided himself to Wiley’s hole, then slowly pressed inside. Wiley’s head went back, the cords in his neck flexing, and Baer couldn’t take his gaze off him. “So gorgeous, so hot.”
The tight cavern of Wiley’s body felt so good wrapping his dick, his eyes rolled into his head. He braced his hands on either side of Wiley and pushed in and out of his body, loving the heat, the tight clasp, and especially the way Wiley watched him as he panted. He leaned down and took those lips, thrusting his tongue into Wiley’s mouth. Wiley sucked on his tongue and Baer groaned and pressed farther inside him. He wanted to be as deep as he could go, wanted to be a part of the man. He knew he was hitting Wiley’s prostate, because he kept gasping and lifting his hips.
Waves of pleasure and need washed through Baer—he was practically drowning in Wiley’s joy. With every thrust, he could feel ecstasy rising in his soul mate, pushing them both closer to the edge. Never in his life had Baer felt so connected to another person.