When he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Owen flipped him over, rolled on a condom, and entered him.
Chad gripped the sheets. “Fucking finally, O,” he gasped.
Owen still didn’t speed up the pace. His fists were planted in the bed under Chad’s arms, and he thrust slowly, changing the angle until Chad cried out.
“There it is,” Owen said softly. “Now you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” Chad could barely breathe with that big dick taking up all the room.
“Now you’re ready for me to fuck you,” Owen said.
And then, with one powerful thrust, he picked up the pace. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and Chad swearing and Owen moaning.
Chad didn’t even have the coordination to reach down and stroke his dick, so he didn’t bother, just lay there and let Owen completely destroy him for anyone else ever.
Then Owen’s chest was on his back, and his voice was in Chad’s ear, and there were fingers around Chad’s dick, fingers that were squeezing and stroking in time to the dick plowing his ass.
“Same time,” Owen whispered. “Remember?”
“Unf,” Chad grunted.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Owen said.
Chad smiled against the pillow as his balls drew up tight. He was close and tried to make some sounds to let Owen know, but the guy knew anyway. Somehow. Because he was murmuring things like, “Yeah, I’m there, too. Let’s do this. Come on, Chad.”
And then Chad was coming, and Owen was making a strangled sound behind him, and the room was just one giant ball of light and nerves.
As Owen panted in his ear, telling Chad he was beautiful and amazing and perfect, Chad thought maybe everything that had happened needed to happen for them to get to this point. So he sighed to himself and let Owen clean up after them and drifted into sleep with a smile on his face.
When he woke up, the sun was setting. Chad rubbed his eyes, frowning when he saw the bed empty but grinning when he realized the room wasn’t. Owen was tucked into a chair in the corner of the room, reading from his ereader, the small backlight of the device reflecting off his glasses.
“Hey, dork,” Chad said softly.
Owen looked up and smiled. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I napped, too. Just not as long.” He put down his ereader and took off his glasses, then crawled into bed beside Chad. “So.”
“So.”
Owen’s expression sobered. “I don’t know if this is going to work.”
Chad stared at him, frozen. “What?”
Owen sighed. “We’re clearly not compatible in bed anymore.”
Chad blinked, realized he was being teased, and pulled out the pillow from under his head so he could clobber Owen in the face. The jackass started laughing and weakly defending himself from the plush assault. “You’re a dick!” Chad yelled.
“But a dapper dick!” Owen yelled back.
“I hate you!” He landed a great shot right to Owen’s forehead.
“No, you don’t.”
Chad stopped hitting him, tossed the pillow back onto the bed, and flopped on top of it. “No, I don’t.”
Owen propped his head in his hands. This time when he spoke, his voice was hesitant. “I want this to be for real.”
Chad folded his hands behind his head. “Me, too. We’ll work on communicating better so dumb shit like what happened before doesn’t happen again.”
Owen nodded and ran his fingers over a fold in the sheet. “I hope you know that I don’t need you to go back to school. I mean, for me. I want you to go for you, if you want to. I’ll support you either way.”
“I do want to go for me.” Chad turned his head. “I applied for this internship-type thing. If I get it, they’ll help me with tuition. Not all of it, but enough that I won’t feel like I’m drowning in loans.”
Owen stared at him. “Really?”
“Really. The dancing thing was a quick fix. This would be a great opportunity, so cross your fingers. And toes.”
Owen crossed his eyes. “And eyes.”
Chad laughed. “Don’t do that for too long, you’ll stay that way.”
He kept his eyes crossed. “Will you still love me if I have crossed eyes?”
“Yeah,” Chad answered automatically.
Owen uncrossed his eyes, and they stared at each other. Chad wasn’t quite ready to say those three words all together. But it was there now, in front of them, that word.
Owen swallowed. “I’d still love you, too, you know, if you had crossed eyes.”
“I guess we’re on the same page then,” Chad said softly.