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Garrett alternated between licking and thrusting until Maxwell was moaning constantly and his hole was loose and sloppy enough for Garrett to slip a finger in.
“Oh god, Garrett.” Maxwell clenched around him, and Garrett dropped his head to Maxwell’s lower back to catch his breath. He was going to feel amazing on Garrett’s cock.
He pressed a kiss right at the top of Maxwell’s crack and then raised his head. He lifted himself up enough to get his knees under him so he could kneel between Maxwell’s spread legs instead of sprawl on his stomach, but he made sure to keep his finger buried inside of him. “Reach into that drawer.”
“What?” Maxwell rolled his head to the side and managed to push himself up onto his elbows, but his expression was beautifully dazed as he looked over his shoulder back at Garrett.
Garrett smiled and pumped his finger just to see Maxwell’s eyelids flutter. Then he nodded to the stand of drawers just beside the bed. “Reach into that top drawer for me, baby.”
Maxwell swallowed and nodded and stretched out on the bed to get his fingertips over the lip of the drawer and pull it open. His whole body spasmed as Garrett pumped his finger again and gave an experimental tug on his rim. “Oh god, Garrett.”
“Go on, sweetheart.” Garrett ran his free hand up and down Maxwell’s thigh. “You’re gonna want what’s in there.”
Maxwell reached into the drawer, scrabbled around a bit, and then pulled out a clear bottle of lube. He turned it back and forth in his hands, and Garrett didn’t imagine it when he saw a frown cross over Maxwell’s face and a flicker of something… sad? Hurt? The bottle was half empty at least—Garrett liked to blow off steam, and he didn’t exactly have a lack of willing partners.
But that had been before he’d known Maxwell was interested. He hadn’t thought he’d ever have a chance with the sweet doctor, so it wasn’t like he’d been waiting for him. If he’d known Maxwell wanted him, he would have never looked twice at anyone else. He certainly wouldn’t now that—
Garrett shook himself. What the hell was he thinking? They were very explicitly not together. And even though Garrett was pretty fucking sure he’d never again be able to get it up for anyone but Maxwell, that was a torment of his own making, and he had no right to put that sort of pressure on Maxwell.
Maxwell was the one that didn’t want anything, so whatever Garrett had thought he saw in his face as he pulled out Garrett’s well-used bottle of lube was only Garrett’s own wishful thinking.
Garrett pulled his finger free, and when Maxwell didn’t make a sound, he knew he’d paused long enough to let them both creep back into their own heads. Goddammit, what was wrong with him? He had one task, and he couldn’t even do that right.
He rolled Maxwell onto his back again and then moved over him to brace himself on his elbows above him. He kissed Maxwell’s bruised lips softly, then plucked the bottle out of his hands. “Put your arms around my neck.”
Maxwell swallowed and obeyed, staring up into Garrett’s eyes. Garrett licked his lips and then ran a hand up the back of one of Maxwell’s thighs and hooked it around Garrett’s hip. With Maxwell’s arms around his neck and his leg wrapped around his waist, Garrett would feel every one of Maxwell’s shivers as Garrett opened him up. He’d be able to watch his eyes glaze over with lust and his breath quicken.
Maxwell exhaled slowly and let the leg that wasn’t wrapped around Garrett’s waist fall wide. “I’m ready.”
“No, you’re not, baby.” Garrett squeezed some lube onto his fingers and then braced on one elbow to reach down between Maxwell’s thighs. “But you will be.”
With his eyes glued to Maxwell’s face to drink in every little detail that flickered through his expressions, Garrett slowly pressed two slick fingers past his entrance.
“Ohhh.” Maxwell’s hands clenched around the back of Garrett’s neck, and his lips fell open in a pant. His chest heaved, but Garrett could tell from the quivering of his muscles that he was desperately trying to relax.
“That’s right, baby, that’s so good.” Garrett kept his fingers buried to the knuckle but crooked them to stroke Maxwell’s insides. Maxwell’s eyes snapped to Garrett’s, and Garrett grinned down at him and twisted his fingers. “That’s right. I’m gonna find it.”
“Garrett, Garrett.” Maxwell’s voice stuttered, and he suddenly pulled Garrett down by the back of his neck to bury his face in Garrett’s shoulder. Garrett smiled and stroked over the spot he’d just found.
“Is that it, baby?”
Maxwell let out a strangled cry, and his whole body jerked. “Yes, oh god, yes.”
Garrett pressed his lips to Maxwell’s temple and began rubbing over that spot mercilessly—soft and then hard, short and sharp, and then slow and long. Fuck, he almost didn’t even want to get inside Maxwell at this rate. He just wanted to keep touching him like this and feeling his body shake and writhe. He just wanted to keep hearing the sounds Maxwell cried out into his shoulder—and not just the sounds, but the one word he kept repeating like a chant.
“Garrett, Garrett, Garrett.” Maxwell lifted his hips to meet Garrett’s fingers as he pumped them into Maxwell’s ass and sobbed Garrett’s name into his shoulder. Maxwell knew exactly who he was with, and it was exactly who he wanted to be with, and Garrett felt like he could take on an entire battalion of Klah’Eel bare-handed. He felt so fucking powerful.
“Goddammit, you’re so beautiful, baby. I could do this to you all night,” Garrett groaned into Maxwell’s ear as he tucked a third finger in next to his other two and pressed it slowly into Maxwell’s hole. “But then you’d never get my cock.”
Garrett might not even have a cock left if he waited all night. He was so hard it hurt, and his balls were so sore they felt bruised. He didn’t dare touch himself, too afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop and he’d leave this beautiful, perfect man unsatisfied.
“Garrett!” Maxwell’s chanting changed pitch as his rim stretched around Garrett’s fingers, and his arms shook as they held Garrett’s neck. Garrett wanted desperately to see his face, but Maxwell hadn’t taken it out of his shoulder, and Garrett wasn’t gonna force him to.
His disappointment morphed into pleasure when Maxwell started mouthing at Garrett’s neck and throat between moans. Fuck, he’d forgotten Maxwell had done that when he got worked up. As though he wanted to devour Garrett and couldn’t get enough. Maxwell wanted him. Maxwell wanted him, Maxwell wanted him, Maxwell wanted him. The deliriously good thought spun around in Garrett’s mind as he worked Maxwell’s hole, stretching and loosening him and occasionally brushing that spot inside him to keep him feeling good.
“Alright, baby, are you ready?” Garrett slowed his fingering and brushed his thumb along Maxwell’s puffy rim. Maxwell shivered and nodded into Garrett’s shoulder, his hands fisting in his hair.
“Yes.”
