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He whimpered into Garrett’s mouth, and Garrett petted his thumb over his cheek and broke the kiss long enough to make soothing sounds against his lips before taking them again. Maxwell strained to be closer to him and pulled at him until their hips brushed, and Maxwell broke the kiss in a surprised groan as pleasure he hadn’t felt in years thrummed through him.
“Oh fuck.” Garrett dropped his head to Maxwell’s shoulder, then suddenly slid both hands under Maxwell’s ass and grabbed the back of his thighs. “Come here, baby.”
Maxwell’s head spun, and his lower belly clenched as Garrett sat back into his own chair and pulled Maxwell onto his lap to straddle Garrett’s thighs. Only then did Garrett’s words seem to catch up with him, and he dropped his hands from Maxwell’s body as though burned.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you that.”
A little coldness slithered into Maxwell’s heart, and he fixed his eyes on Garrett’s collarbone as he wrestled with it. He worked his fingers over the fabric of Garrett’s shirt. “You mean because he called me that?”
In front of everyone. In front of Garrett. Baby. Sweetheart. Claiming him and reducing him publicly under the guise of affection. He’d done it in bed too.
Garrett’s hands, now firmly on the armrests of his own chair, clenched. “Yeah.”
But Maxwell’s insides did something complicated to hear Garrett say it now because Maxwell…liked it. Maxwell worried at a loose thread on Garrett’s shirt. What if he was just falling into his old ways? What if he liked it just because he used to like it, and he was only recreating his old mistakes but with Garrett cast opposite him? And yet, it sounded so safe when Garrett said it. Protective and attentive. It made Maxwell want to let go and know Garrett would catch him.
Maxwell slid his hands down Garrett’s warm, muscled arms to where Garrett’s hands dug into the armrest and gently loosened their grip. He forced his eyes from Garrett’s collarbone to meet Garrett’s concerned gaze and gave him a little smile. “You say it different.”
The concern dropped out of Garrett’s eyes, and he gave Maxwell that breathtaking dimpled smile. “Good.” He wrapped one arm around Maxwell’s waist and slid the other up the back of Maxwell’s neck and into his hair. “Then come here, baby.”
Maxwell surged forward, ready now and remembering how this worked and eager to feel Garrett’s lips on his again. Garrett made an encouraging sound as he slotted their lips together, tightening his arm around Maxwell’s waist and pulling him close. With his head cradled in Garrett’s palm and Garrett’s broad shoulders around him, Maxwell felt small and sheltered, and he tangled his fingers back into Garrett’s shirt to pull himself against him.
“That’s right, sweetheart, get closer.” Garrett left Maxwell’s lips to whisper against them and let Maxwell pant to get his breath back. He dropped his hand down from Maxwell’s back to his ass and then rocked his hips against him.
“Oh god.” Maxwell’s mouth dropped open as pleasure rolled up his spine, and he braced his knees on the chair to thrust against Garrett’s stomach.
“Perfect, baby.” Garrett trapped Maxwell’s hips against him, and Maxwell thrust them helplessly against the hard ridges of his abs, head spinning. “There you go.”
“Garr—ohhh,” Maxwell moaned into Garrett’s mouth as Garrett tightened his grip on Maxwell’s hair and slipped his tongue into his mouth.
His eyes fell closed, and he let Garrett press into him, licking and thrusting, and his cock kicked against Garrett’s stomach. This was what he had always wanted and had never allowed himself to believe in. Garrett’s hands on him and his arms wrapped around him and the consuming heat of him, and the insistent, gentle invasion.
He let his mouth fall open as Garrett angled his head and thrust his tongue into him, and Maxwell yielded and whimpered when Garrett rewarded him with a few more thrusts against his trapped cock. When Garrett pulled away with a last parting lick into his mouth, Maxwell whined and strained forward.
“Shh, baby.” Garrett cupped his face and quickly pressed a few more kisses onto his pliant lips. “You’re okay. Let’s just give me a little more to work with.”
Before Maxwell could process his words, Garrett grabbed the hem of Maxwell’s shirt with both hands and pulled it over his head.
Maxwell squawked as his arms got tangled up in it, and the shirt blocked his eyes. “Garrett!”
Garrett laughed and straightened Maxwell’s arms. “Well, let it go.”
“Well, give me some warning next time.” Maxwell scowled as the shirt finally released his limbs, and Garrett tossed it onto the other chair. But he couldn’t keep up the expression in the face of Garrett’s playful smile combined with the obvious heat in his eyes.
“Alright, how’s this for warning?” Garrett grabbed the buckle of Maxwell’s belt just above Maxwell’s straining length, and Maxwell’s heart stuttered. “In about thirty seconds, I’m going to open up your pants and strip you bare so I can finally get my hands on every inch of your skin.”
Maxwell’s breath lodged in his throat, and he could only open his mouth soundlessly as he stared at Garrett, his brain short-circuiting on yes, please.
Garrett must have heard the words that Maxwell didn’t manage to say because he gave him a cocky smile. “But first, let me look at you.”
He ran his hand into Maxwell’s hair again and gently tugged him back to make enough space between their bodies for Garrett to sweep his eyes over Maxwell’s torso. A stab of insecurity pierced Maxwell’s heady haze of lust as he followed Garrett’s eyes between them. Even still fully clothed, Garrett’s body was an obvious work of masculine art—muscular and broad with an impressively large ridge where his cock strained behind his pants. Maxwell sat straddling his lap, legs spread wide over Garrett’s muscular thighs, with his pale, wiry torso exposed and felt ridiculous.
He tried to twist away, suddenly feeling the pity-fuck for what it was, and Garrett slid his hands down Maxwell’s arms and caught him.
“Where you going, baby?” Garrett brought one of Maxwell’s trapped hands to his lips and kissed the sensitive skin inside his wrist.
“We don’t—you don’t have to do this,” Maxwell said evenly, proud of how stable his voice came out even as all the nerve endings under Garrett’s lips caught fire. “It’s kind of you, but—”
Garrett threw back his head, and his glorious laughter bounced around the cockpit. “Kind?” Garrett’s eyes sparkled with mirth as his laughter faded away, then he pressed Maxwell’s other wrist to his lips and spoke against his skin. “Do you think this is a chore for me?”
