(TW// SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN THE DASHES// MENTIONS OF DEATH)

We went into the house and Wesley put the wine in the fridge as I ran upstairs to change out of my clothes. I had just stripped down to my underwear and was about to pull my pajamas on when Wesley joined me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

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“I thought we were going to shower,” he whispered against my neck before softly kissing my pulse point.

“Hm… okay,” I pressed back against him as his hands ran down my stomach to the top of my underwear, quickly pulling them off, “Wes?”

“I’ve been holding back because I wasn’t mentally in a place to focus on you. I feel good now. I am good now. I won’t do anything without permission but I’d like to pay attention to you. Give you a little bit of physical affection. Can I?”

“Y… yes,” I stuttered.

Wesley started kissing down my spine, before getting to his knees and softly biting my cheek, “oh,” he laughed softly as he spread me, “someone was hopeful wasn’t he?”

“Hush. Or I’m going to bed.”

“Aww baby,” he ran his tongue between my cheeks making me yelp, “you’re really going to bed?”

“God no,” I panted, gripping the bed for support, “I don’t think I can stay on my feet if you’re doing that though.

“Lay on your stomach for me?”

I did as he asked, turning my head to watch him undress, chewing on my lip.

“Why are you staring at me?” he smiled, climbing between my legs and lifting my hips.

“Just… you’re incredibly attractive. I don’t… feel as though I match up to you.”

“Baby,” he pressed a kiss to my lower back, “you’re beautiful. The most attractive man I have ever seen. I feel so incredibly lucky to get to call you mine. So don’t worry too much. I think you’re gorgeous.”

“Th… thank you,” my words came out in a moan as I felt his tongue back on me.

Wesley stayed between my legs for a long time, using only his tongue, his hands gripping my thighs tightly and I couldn’t hold in moans as I gripped the pillow. He slowly slid a finger into me, making me groan as I bit down on the pillow I was holding, trying to stifle my voice.

“Elijah,” he whispered, his voice thick as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder, “we’re the only ones here. No one can hear you. Be loud. I love it.”

He slowly worked me open, giving me as much time as I needed, his fingers never stopping as I became a panting, sweating mess on our bed, my entire body shaking.

“How long are you going to do that for?” I groaned.

“As long as I need to know you’re ready,” he laughed in response, “I’m at my limit though,” he slid his fingers out and got himself ready, a shaky breath escaping him, “are you sure you want to do this? We can simply just do what we were… you seemed to enjoy it.”

“I’m sure. Just be gentle. It’s the first time…”

“I’m not rough. I prefer slow. I’ll be careful. Just relax and breathe. Be honest, if I’m hurting you or you hate it, then that’s okay. It won’t ever hurt my feelings.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Wesley took another shaky breath before he slowly started pressing into me, every inch ripping a moan from my throat as I gripped the bed.

I forgot how big he is.

Holy hell.

That feels fantastic though.

It took him some time to fully settle against me, ensuring that I wasn’t uncomfortable and as soon as he filled me I could feel his forehead pressed to my upper back.

“Babe?” I whispered, reaching back to rub his cheek.

“Um… it’s been a long time. I already…”

“Oh. That’s fine,” I smiled at him over my shoulder, “it happens.”

“Give me 2 seconds. I have an idea."

He pulled out, and I whimpered, missing the feeling immediately. He quickly changed out and rolled me onto my back, pushing my legs up a bit before filling me again.

“Your idea was to just change gloves?” I smiled, my eyes squeezed shut.

“No. But you made a beautiful noise, clearly missing me and it immediately got me ready again. Tell me when I can move.”

“I’m okay.”

“Alright.”

He slowly started rocking his hips, his hands gripping my thighs and he started letting out deep-throated moans, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me.

“It… it feels amazing,” I tilted my head back, gripping his arms.

“That’s it. God, Eli… you look so good right now. All flushed… you’re so warm around me,” he wrapped my legs around his waist before leaning down, his arms sliding under my neck as I gripped his back, “hold me tight. I’m going to speed up a little. I’m close again.”

“M… me too,” I panted, gripping his back.

He started slamming his hips making me cry out and throw my head back again. I could feel him trembling as he went, the heat rising between us suffocating but delicious and I felt everything tighten as I released with a yell.

“Oh fuck,” he panted.

“Keep going. Finish for me,” I whispered, running my fingers down his sides.

He leaned up and kissed me deeply, panting into my mouth as he snapped his hips as fast as he could, my name mixed in with the moans and groans that escaped him and I could feel him dig his fingers into my back as he spilled over, his hips never stopping, lips never leaving mine for more than a moment.

Wesley kept moving as he released and I realized he needed the constant stimulation as I did to ensure that he was done. I started rocking my hips up, matching him and he shivered, softly biting my bottom lip.

“Wes… God baby,” I moaned out, “are you going to stop?”

“Do you want me to?” he smiled between kisses.

“No, but that’ll be 3 times for you. Can you really?”

“Mhm.”

He started rocking his hips again, reaching down to take me in his hand, and started matching his thrusts to the movement of his hand.

“Oh,” I whimpered.

“I can take care of you as many times as you need baby,” he kissed my neck softly.

We continued on like this for longer than I could count, my mind hazy until we both released again, Wesley nearly collapsing on top of me from exhaustion, using his arms to hold himself up so he wouldn’t crush me.

“Wow,” he laughed, kissing my chest softly, “that… that was better than I thought it’d be.”

“Rude.”

“Hey,” he smiled and smacked my rear softly, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know,” I smiled and kissed the top of his head, “I was just being an ass. We should definitely shower.”

“Yes. Shower, then wine and movies.”

“Deal.”

We lay there for a little while longer, sharing soft kisses as I ran my fingers along his arms and back.

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After a long shower, ensuring we were both fully clean, Wesley ran downstairs and got the bottle of wine and I grabbed my favorite new pajamas, throwing them on before sitting on my side of the bed.

Wesley returned a few minutes later with our snacks and wine and climbed in next to me, handing me a glass before softly kissing my cheek.

“How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” I smiled, kissing his shoulder, “nothing hurts. I’m a bit tired though but not ready for bed.”

“I’m glad I didn’t hurt you then. I was worried.”

“I would have told you.”

“I know,” he kissed the top of my head and turned on a movie, pulling me close.

We sat there drinking our wine and laughing at the movie, a D-rated slasher from the ’80s, snorting at how terrible the acting was. We made it through two movies before the wine and snacks were gone and I let out a loud yawn, snuggling close to him after setting my glass on the nightstand.

“Tired?” he smiled, wrapping his arm around my back.

“A little. Wine makes me sleepy.”

“Me too. I’ll put on a documentary. It’s okay if you fall asleep silly.”

“Mmkay.”

He scooted down so I could lay my head on his chest and I kept my eyes on the TV as I rubbed his stomach and sides.

“Goodnight babe,” he whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

I was woken a few hours later by Wesley climbing out of bed and I laid on my stomach, watching him head out onto the deck. Grabbing my sweater and a blanket, I wrapped them both around myself and followed him outside.

“Honey?” I whispered as he leaned against the railing deck, looking up at the stars.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he sighed, not looking at me, “just had a bad dream. Needed to calm.”

“Do you need a moment alone?”

“No,” shaking his head, he waved me closer, “come here.”

I went over and stood in front of him and he placed his hands on either side of me, gripping the railing.

“When I was 15, I witnessed a horrific car crash. I was with my dad, we were heading on a camping trip. The car in front of us was full of kids roughly my age. They were swerving all over the road, they’d clearly been drinking. The road curved, and we were on highway 1 down by the Pacific Coast near Santa Cruz. Big mountains on one side, the ocean on the other. It’s a drop off basically. There are guardrails but… but that won’t stop a car that’s going a certain speed. As we all went around this corner they lost control of their car and went through the guardrail, plummeting to the one area of exposed beach. We immediately stopped, pulled over, and ran to the edge of the cliff. There was nothing to be done. The car had landed hood down and was on fire. The tide came in, slamming the car into the cliffs over and over. My dad called 911 but… by the time they got there all of the kids were gone. The youngest was 15. The oldest was 17. It really scared me. To know that they lost their lives because they decided to drive under the influence. I dream about it regularly. Just the memory of this car going over the edge of the cliff. But tonight… it was Arlo and Aurora in the car. Teenagers. It scared me. The idea that they could be gone in a flash like those kids were. I have to keep them safe, ya know? I just… we’ve had so many scares the last little bit and I’m terrified. What if something happens?”

“God… baby I am so sorry,” I tilted my head up to look at him, “I swear to you that our kids will always be safe. They’ll never be in harm's way. Between the two of us, the families, they’ll always be safe. I have similar dreams. Losing Arlo in a crowd and he’s just gone. Something happens and I’m standing in front of a tiny coffin, lowering my son into the ground. But I will never let that happen. I swear it.”

“I know… but life is unpredictable.”

“We just have to keep living in a way to ensure that no harm comes to them. That the dangers and pressures of the world don’t break them down. I know we can keep them safe. Never let them lose their light or individualism.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right,” he nuzzled the top of my head, “I just get scared. But I have you. So I’m not alone anymore.”

“Exactly. We aren’t taking care of them alone. We have each other.”

“Can we stay out here a bit longer?”

“Absolutely.”

We stood on the deck for a long time, watching clouds rolling across the sky as the moon shifted position.

Wesley finally pulled me back into the house and into bed, wrapping me in his arms from behind, softly pressing kisses to the back of my neck.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“Always baby.”

We both quickly fell back asleep, cuddled close, the nightmare that Wesley had suffered forgotten due to a simple talk and support he had never had before.