“Don’t do that to yourself, Quinn. Don’t!” His fingers tightened, digging into the back of Quinn’s head until Quinn opened his eyes and looked at Shane. “You didn’t know. You can’t know everything. You can’t save everyone.”
“But she’s my mom. She did everything to save me from myself.”
“And you’re doing everything you can now to take care of her. You are a good son. A good man.”
“Thank you,” Quinn whispered.
Shane leaned forward and kissed both his cheeks, kissing away the tears. “Thank you for trusting me with that.” It made sense now, Quinn’s sensitivity to Brenda Spring’s suffering. Another woman Quinn couldn’t save and the perpetrator poised to get away.
Quinn cleared his throat and moved in close enough to press against Shane harder. He slowly rolled his hips, rubbing and turning Shane’s brain into mush. “Tell me we’re going to have sex again when you heal, because this time I want to feel you inside me.”
Shane groaned. Holy hell, the guy was so, so much more open when sleepy. He was so fucking hot like this; Shane just wanted to tie him up and keep him. Ooh, there was a thought. He should have bought a better headboard for such things. His was a thick, rectangle of wood. Pretty, but not practical for strapping Quinn to his bed. And shit, now he was really starting to burn. “We most definitely are having sex again, and more than once, if I have anything to say about it.” He kissed his chin, his neck, nuzzling in and inhaling Quinn’s fresh, clean skin. He must have showered here. The image of him standing in Shane’s shower kicked up the heat despite the dull ache in the back of his thigh. “We can do something now. We need to.”
“It’ll hurt you.”
He wasn’t saying no and Shane could feel his cock throbbing against him. “In the table on your side is a bottle of lube. Grab it?”
The eager roll and grab made him chuckle. The way Quinn handed him the bottle with such trust and not a little innocence had him ready to roll the man over and show him just how good bottoming could be, but that was going to have to wait. For now, touching, kissing—it would be enough.
He carefully pushed down his boxers and Quinn eagerly followed. Hell, his enthusiasm alone had Shane ready to come out of his skin. Shane quickly poured lube onto his hand and tossed the bottle over his shoulder to hit the wall and clatter to the floor. The noise wasn’t loud enough to wake his father, but it did cause his cat to jump to the floor. He didn’t care as he swept in to capture Quinn’s mouth in a deep, wet kiss.
Quinn moaned, the vibration rumbling against Shane’s tongue making him shiver in anticipation as he wrapped his lubed hand around both of their dicks. Quinn gasped into his mouth, then began thrusting his hips.
Smooth skin, silky and slick with lube had Shane dying to thrust as well, but he found that if he just gripped them and moved his hand, Quinn thrust enough for the both of them. It made his cock rub deliciously against Shane’s. He forgot all about the pull in his thigh as he lost himself in Quinn’s mouth.
Quinn was shaking with excitement and releasing soft moans and sexy gasps and holy fucking shit, he made Shane spin out in a rush of lust and affection so overwhelming he expected to crash. But instead, he sped up his hand and ached to be as close as he possibly could to the other man. Quinn nipped and licked Shane’s bottom lip, then pulled back, his eyes open and locked on Shane’s as he kept moving his hips in an incredibly sensual roll.
“So hot,” Shane whispered. “Fuck, Quinn, you are so fucking hot.”
Quinn grasped on to the back of Shane’s neck and slid his wet lips across Shane’s and he opened for the thrust of that talented tongue and tightened his fingers. The gasp that sank into his mouth this time had an urgency Shane recognized. Recognized and felt because his own orgasm was racing through him like lightning.
“Gonna come,” Quinn breathed against his lips.
“Me too. Do it. Let me feel it.”
His words must have helped send Quinn over, because he bit down on his bottom lip and shut his eyes, his head going back to show the taut tendons in his neck as he quaked and shot all over Shane’s hand and stomach. He did all this quietly and Shane wished Quinn could yell. Hell, he wished he could yell in triumph as he stared in complete fascination.
Quinn was so goddamn beautiful, Shane couldn’t look away as he sped up his hand and clenched his ass and when his own orgasm hit, he shuddered and couldn’t keep his eyes open as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.