Page 128 of Summer Holiday Lifeline

“I’m sure.”

“How do you want to do it?”

“Just like this.”

“It might be easier with you up⁠—”

“Like this.”

Steven’s smile, still crooked, had an added twist to it this time. “Not going to make this easy on either of us, are you?”

“I’m not an easy person, Steven. If you haven’t figured that out by now⁠—”

Steven shut him up with a kiss. “I know that,” he whispered finally. “Part of what I like about you.”

“That I make your life difficult?”

“That you make loving you easy.”

“Well, that…” Myles supposed he deserved that. He had come here desperate for Steven to turn his brain off, after all.

“Too soon?” Steven asked with a wink, though he was clearly not joking. “Too much?”

“You wouldn’t be you if you pulled a punch.” Myles stroked his face, drinking in the sight of him, his flop of too-long hair falling around his face, and the lopsided way his expression showed exactly what he was feeling.

“You still want this?”

“More than ever.” Because now he wasn’t doing it for the white noise. He was doing it because he was in love. He needed this little piece of them to have with him always.

He was right about Steven being careful with him. And so very wrong. Because he spent a lot of time driving Myles to the brink with his hands and his mouth, then backing off and grinning at him like this was the best game in world. It was almost a cruel game, but one Myles would have played with him forever if he could have.

“You’re making me nuts,” he complained eventually, because he was aching to get off, aching to have Steven inside him already. Finally. Today, sometime, please God, could that happen.

“You want me to get on with it?” Steven had Myles’s balls in his palm, and his fingers tickling behind them, glancing over his hole, teasing so that Myles didn’t know if he should push back for more or shy away from not enough.

“Yes.” He chased Steven’s fingers, only to have him remove his hand altogether. “What are you doing?”

“Patience.”

“Not my strong suit.”

“I am aware.” Lazily, Steven stroked his cock with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other.

“You’re going backwards.”

“Who’s in charge here?”

Myles bucked into Steven’s fist around his cock.

“Nice try.” Steven released him and sat back, pinning him flat.

“Am I not allowed to say what I want?”

“I know what you want.” Steven leaned down for a too-short, too-tantalizing kiss. “That isn’t why you came to me, is it?”

“White noise,” Myles agreed, before he’d thought better of admitting it.

“Not this time, though. At least, not anymore.”