Page 59 of Manner of Death

For ages, he licked and stroked Sawyer’s cock, reveling in all the moans and curses and the way Sawyer’s fingers carded through his hair. When he pushed spit-slick fingers into Sawyer’s ass, he almost came unglued at the helpless whisper of, “Oh, fuck, yes.” Sawyer rocked his hips, fucking into Bashir’s mouth and also riding his hand, mumbling curses in between absolute nonsense.

Bashir was ready to lose his damned mind. He was close to unraveling, and no one was even touching his dick.

Maybe it was time to do something about that.

Good thing he still had condoms. He hadn’t needed them in a while, but hope sprang eternal, and he’d kept them around in case one of his rare dates made it this far.

He slipped his fingers free and came back up to Sawyer. Before he could say anything, Sawyer grabbed him, dragged him down, and kissed him hard, gripping his hair painfully tight as his tongue explored Bashir’s mouth. When he let him go, he was panting hard, and he pleaded, “Fuck me.”

Bashir grinned. “Exactly what I had in mind.” He kissed Sawyer again, then reached for the nightstand. “Turn over.”

Sawyer did exactly as he was told, presenting that perfect ass while Bashir put on a condom as quickly as he could.

Finally, Bashir was behind him, easing his well-lubricated dick into Sawyer’s hole.

Sawyer moaned, pressing his head against his forearms as he rocked back against Bashir. “Oh my God…”

“That good?” Bashir ran a hand up Sawyer’s side, carefully avoiding the bruises. “Not too fast?”

“Mmph. No. Not too… Fuck, I want more.” He rocked faster to egg Bashir on. “C’mon, fuck me. I want—ooh, yeah…” His voice trailed off into a choked moan as Bashir thrust in harder. “Jesus Christ.”

Biting his lip, Bashir gripped Sawyer’s hips and picked up even more speed. Sawyer pleaded for more, harder, faster, and Bashir fucked him like his life depended on it. Savoring each other and doing things slowly could wait for another time—he needed to be as deep as Sawyer could take him, and he needed Sawyer falling apart, and he needed it all now.

When Sawyer shifted onto his left arm, Bashir swore. He knew what was coming.

Sawyer reached under himself, and Bashir felt the instant his fingers wrapped around his own dick. Sawyer clenched around him, making Bashir’s vision sparkle, and they fell into a rhythm together, Sawyer’s elbow and shoulder moving in time with Bashir’s hips.

“Bashir… fuck.” Sawyer’s back arched. “Just like… Just like…”

A shiver ran through Bashir so hard it almost knocked him off his rhythm. “I’m gonna come. I’m almost… I’m—”

Sawyer came with a throaty cry, bucking in Bashir’s hands and hauling him over the edge with him. They both shouted, both trembled, and Bashir thought for a heartbeat or two he might even pass out from the sheer intensity. The sheer relief.

Sawyer gave another shudder before he relaxed and slumped over his arms. Bashir kept an iron grip on Sawyer’s hips for a moment, staying as deep inside Sawyer as he could until he, too, started to relax.

Together, they sank down onto the bed, Sawyer on his stomach. Bashir came down carefully, without aggravating any of Sawyer’s bruises. He managed to pull out, but he was shaking too much to get up.

“Oh my God,” Sawyer murmured. “I needed that.”

“Me too.” Bashir kissed his shoulder.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was afraid this had been a mistake. That they should’ve fucked when they wanted to, not when they both needed release and distraction.

But this didn’t feel like a mistake. He’d wanted Sawyer, and he was pretty sure that had been mutual. The fact that they’d finally tumbled into bed after the day from hell didn’t change any of that.

Don’t overthink it. He closed his eyes and pressed another kiss to Sawyer’s shoulder. Just fucking enjoy it.

He would definitely fucking enjoy it.

But he hoped this hadn’t been a mistake.

Chapter 16

Sawyer thought for a while that if he could be still enough, he might be able to lull Bashir into thinking he was asleep. That he’d gone under happy, content with his life and everything they’d just experienced together, and not at all thinking about the shitshow that the rest of his day had been.

“What are you thinking about?”

Aaand so much for making a comeback as an actor. You can’t even convince your boyfriend you’re asleep.