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“It’s”—thank god Maxwell didn’t blush—“it’s a kindness.”
“A kindness. Maxwell, Maxwell, Maxwell.” Garrett shook his head and trailed kisses up Maxwell’s forearm to the crook of his elbow. “I haven’t been trying to get you into my bed for years just to do you a kindness.”
Maxwell swallowed as Garrett flicked his tongue against the thin skin on the inside of his elbow, then managed to rearrange his face into an accusing scowl. “You said this doesn’t mean anything.”
Even as the words left his mouth, Maxwell wanted to tear his own hair out. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he want Garrett to have feelings for him or not? First, he insisted that Garrett understand they were nothing and only agreed to this situation because Garrett promised him they were nothing, but then he wanted to slink away in shame and dejection at the idea that Garrett didn’t want him at all.
But Garrett—kind, patient, Garrett—just smiled at him. “And it doesn’t.” He trailed his lips up Maxwell’s other arm leaving fire in their wake. “I can kiss you now.” This time he kept his mouth moving all the way up to Maxwell’s ear and breathed hotly into it. “I can even fuck you now.” Maxwell gasped, and his slackening cock surged again. “And it doesn’t mean anything. But, Maxwell?” Garrett pulled back to press their foreheads together and looked into his eyes.
Maxwell licked his lips. “Yes?”
“Make no mistake.” Garrett grabbed Maxwell’s hips with both hands and pulled him up against the still-hot, hard ridge of his cock, and Maxwell gasped and squirmed. “I really, really, fucking want to.”
Maxwell panted as he writhed against Garrett’s iron grip and brushed their cocks against each other with each twist. “Oh. Alright. Oh god.” Maxwell wrapped his arms around Garrett’s neck, pressed their foreheads together, and found an intoxicating rhythm as he started deliberately rolling his hips. “Garrett, oh god.”
“That’s right, baby, there you go.” The husk in Garrett’s deep voice was almost as encouraging as his words, and Maxwell thrust faster, heat and pleasure finally blunting the edges of his insecurity.
“Oh.” Maxwell’s breath caught when Garrett slipped his hands past the waistband of his pants and gripped his bare ass in both calloused hands. His breathing stuttered as Garrett dipped his finger into his crack, brushing his taint and his balls with his fingertips with each of Maxwell’s thrusts against him. “Garrett.”
Garrett dipped his head to nip the lobe of Maxwell’s ear and then whisper into it. “I think it’s time we got these off you, baby.”
Maxwell nodded eagerly into Garrett’s neck but couldn’t bring himself to stop rocking himself between the intoxicating friction on his cock and the tantalizing tease of Garrett’s rough hands.
Garrett chuckled low enough that Maxwell felt it in his chest more than he heard it, and he pulled his hands from Maxwell’s pants to lock them around his waist instead. “Turn around for me.”
Maxwell pulled back with a frown, but Garrett was already lifting him up, and Maxwell only had to twist a little for Garrett to settle him back down on his lap with his back pressed to Garrett’s chest and his ass to Garrett’s groin. Any doubts he had melted away when Garrett wrapped both arms around him and hugged him tightly, burying his face in Maxwell’s neck.
“God, you’re just the sweetest thing, Maxwell,” Garrett murmured against his skin. “You have no idea what it means to me that you trust me with this.”
Warmth bloomed in Maxwell’s chest, almost stronger than the heat in his lower belly. “I’d trust you with anything, Garrett.”
And then he had to hide his own wince as a shard of guilty ice cut into the warmth in his chest.
Almost anything.
Anything except for the fact that the real Maxwell—who he really was and always had been—was hooked into the brain of this body with barbed claws just under the skin that Garrett now nuzzled with his nose.
Maxwell trusted Garrett with everything except for that. Except for that, and except for his heart. Maxwell grabbed Garrett’s forearm and pressed his lips to it. Garrett deserved to be trusted with those things—Maxwell knew he did—but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
And maybe Garrett, ever perceptive as he was, sensed that because he shook his head and then kissed the shell of Maxwell’s ear. “This is enough.”
With the arm that Maxwell gripped held securely across his chest, Garrett crawled the other one down Maxwell’s bare stomach to his belt and pulled the leather strap loose. Maxwell watched with bated breath, his heart pounding against Garrett’s forearm, as Garrett deftly undid the buckle and then popped the button on Maxwell’s pants.
“Look up,” Garrett whispered in his ear, and Maxwell glanced up and found himself arrested by his own reflection and Garrett’s heated eyes staring straight back at him.
The storm had darkened the outside to opacity, and the light in the cockpit meant that the windshield formed almost a perfect mirror. In it, Maxwell could see himself trapped on Garrett’s lap with Garrett’s hand on his zipper and Garrett’s hungry eyes watching everything from over his shoulder.
Slowly, Garrett pulled Maxwell’s zipper down, releasing it tooth by tooth as Maxwell’s breath turned shallower and shallower. He dug his fingers into Garrett’s arm, his eyes glued to the reflection of Garrett opening his pants and then reaching his hand down into Maxwell’s underwear.
“Oh god, Garrett.” Maxwell dropped his head against Garrett’s shoulder with a moan as Garrett wrapped his hot palm around Maxwell’s bare length. He twitched his hips up into Garrett’s grip and moaned again. “God.”
“That feel good, baby?” Garrett stroked him gently, not too tight but not a tease either.
“Yes.” Maxwell shivered and nosed toward Garrett’s voice—feeling unmoored and overwhelmed at the stimulation after years of isolation. “Garrett.”
“Shh, you’re okay. Just feel it.” Garrett found his lips and kissed him softly, pulling him with patience and consistency. “Just enjoy it, baby.”
Maxwell could only hum as his bones liquefied, and the only thing keeping him up as he dissolved into pleasure was Garrett’s chest at his back and his arms around him. He fluttered his eyes open to see them in the mirror, himself sprawled and exposed over Garrett and Garrett’s muscular hand working over him.
