Cole loved how Ned gave into him, not because of weakness but because he desired Cole too much to keep calm. When Ned’s fingers slid down Cole’s spine, and at the small of his back met skin, not fabric, his eyes opened wide in question. Fortunately his mouth was too busy kissing to voice it.
Yes, Neddie, it’s your lucky day.
Cole rocked against him, making sure that his prick rubbed the bulge hiding under Ned’s nightshirt. In this darkness, Cole was free to close his eyes and suck on warm, inviting lips without having to think of the consequences. This wasn’t a cabin in the mountains. They were in a hotel, and if Cole believed in it hard enough, he’d soon hear the dull sound of music and voices coming from downstairs.
In this alternative reality, Ned’s body was hot from the sun it had been absorbing all day, and while the world had turned against them, they were determined to stand by each other, whatever happened.
With his tongue rolling over Ned’s palate, he dragged his hands down, settling them on the powerful chest he wished to feast on tonight. It was too cold for them to get naked, but even through fabric he could sense that Ned’s pectorals were thick like two slabs of venison.
Ned’s breath tickled him as it quickened, and the heartbeat racing under Cole’s fingers told him all about Ned’s arousal. When Ned tentatively ran his fingers over Cole’s naked skin, just above the crack, Cole reached back and pushed them down. There was no room for hesitation in sharpshooting, and he wouldn’t allow it here either.
Ned gasped, and his greedy fingers were quick to squeeze Cole’s ass the moment he got permission. It was an unfamiliar kind of touch, yet it fueled the desire already simmering inside Cole, and he shut Ned’s mouth, rocking against him when the big palms groped his buttocks, as if trying to memorize their shape.
Coming up for air, Cole rubbed his moustache against Ned’s smooth skin and dragged his teeth over the warm ear, but when Ned’s mouth descended on the shoulder revealed by Cole’s underwear, hot threads sank into Cole’s flesh and pulled him in, rolling his rigid prick against Ned’s in a lustful haze.
Ned’s heart still beat for him, and if Cole could only silence the roar of his own goddamn mind, he could melt into Ned the way he secretly wanted to. He reached to the buttons of Ned’s long johns, eager to feel that thick cock.
“Yes… God… he’s fucking ready,” Ned mumbled when his fingers found their way to Cole’s hole and teased it. Every single hair on Cole’s body bristled in excitement at the intimate touch.
Ned was talking to himself again, but while Cole chose to ignore it, the joyful tone vibrated down his back, prompting him to push at Ned’s chest until his head hit the covers. Grinning, he yanked Ned’s underwear down, and licked his lips when the stiff cock bobbed, free of the confining fabric. Cole could barely see it, but when he reached down, the tip tickled his inner wrist, leaving dampness wherever it touched. Firm and solid, it fit so well in Cole’s hand, and he gave it a slow pump, his gaze fixed on Ned, who inhaled loudly and pushed his hips up with so much strength he managed to lift Cole.
Ned grasped Cole’s sides and pulled him closer with a force that only the Ned who’d spent years in the mountains could have. It made his point clear. He wanted Cole’s ass on his cock, and despite Cole’s breath hitching in a moment of unease, that was what he wanted too. When he sat down and dragged the fabric flap aside, the thick prick nestled between his buttocks, making his heart race, and his own cock twitch.
Ned was the only man who’d ever made Cole want this, and now, when they were actually touching, he desired to feel him inside even more.
He applied yet more grease on the rigid poker twitching in his hand and then held it still as he hovered above it, burning up the moment the slick head pushed apart his buttocks and nudged at his entrance.
He was doing this, the one thing he’d missed out on with Ned. Trust and belonging had become foreign concepts to Cole, but he’d enjoy them tonight and then leave this place where everything began, with no regrets left.
He snuck his hand under Ned’s shirt, clawing at warm, hairy skin, but his body went rigid the moment he pushed down, for a moment locked in a limbo between conflicting needs to push on or rise.
Preparing himself with fingers had been a mechanical action, which couldn’t be compared with a real cock prodding him. Ned raised his hips, so eager to fuck Cole even his breath had become erratic. No matter how much Cole wanted to make this night about the past he’d missed out on, he was here with whoever Ned O’Leary was now, taking his cock, kissing his lips.
While he’d prepared himself for the stretch, nothing could have made him ready for the onslaught of emotions that came with letting someone else touch him there. With being held and losing control over the situation.
Ned ran his hands up Cole’s arms, and the flannel between them could as well have been air, because Cole had never felt more naked than when Ned thrust in, pushing his cock past the tight muscles at the entrance to Cole’s body. Pain radiated down his thighs as if he’d been stabbed, but then Ned captured his lips, and as Cole’s prick touched the warm fabric pooling above Ned’s bared hips, the painful tension started dispersing, as if the affection was gradually washing it away.
He sank lower but still whimpered when Ned’s balls nestled against his buttocks and he realized that his Neddie was all the way inside. He was back with the Ned he used to love, the one he couldn't get enough of kissing, the one whose cock inside him didn't feel unwelcome.
He’d heard so many times how pleasurable his lovers found this, but wasn’t ready for the sense of fullness, not just in his hole but also farther, so very deep inside. His toes tangled in the sheets, but even the ache in his thighs couldn’t stop him from moving the moment Ned lowered his hips. With one hand on his own prick, Cole took a fistful of Ned’s hair and rose, barely catching his breath when the hard cock dragged through his insides. They were such a tight fit, but arousal kept him shifting on top of Ned as he got used to the unfamiliar sensation.
Ned’s moans kept him rocking faster—yet another spark of excitement that had nothing to do with Cole’s body itself. Hearing Ned, feeling his cock inside, seeing glimpses of his face in the faint light fuled Cole’s lust until he was no longer capable of thinking.
Just as he started getting used to the girth inside and the pleasure it gave hi, Ned made an impatient groan and shifted, rolling them over without warning. Cole moaned, struggling to understand what was happening when his shoulder hit the mattress and Ned’s cock slid out of his throbbing hole.
No longer in control, Cole reached for Ned, but by the time his fingers touched the smooth, warm face, Ned pushed him to his back, and Cole had no energy to fight when his entire body was on fire and needed more of Ned’s hot touch. They fumbled, filling the dark room with their gasps, and then Ned was on top of Cole, between his thighs. When he pressed his cock to Cole’s hole, resisting lost its merit, and Cole wrapped his arms around Ned’s thick neck, filled once again. This time, he kept his eyes open.
Ned’s breath was hot on his cheek, but Cole pulled him closer, until their foreheads met, and Cole’s legs closed around Ned’s hips.
Cole relaxed into the sheets, curled up with Ned as if they were one body. He breathed in the scent of their combined sweat, overcome with the sense of peace despite the arousal raging in his body like wildfire. Ned was still pushing, deeper than before and Cole was on the verge of protesting, but their hips met before it came to that, and he exhaled with a shivery moan.