Misspoke

It was the end of the end of a perfect night, about two in the morning, the two of them alone in their apartment, alone in their bed, making love for the third time since dinner, so happy to see each other, to be together after a day apart. They'd started on the couch, moved to the shower and now…

Garth was on top and behind, inside his lover who was on his hands and knees. Garth's arms were around Dick and he was bent over Dick's back, the two of them undulating together, slamming back and forth hard, sounds of skin hitting skin. Hard together, close, so close again.

He was almost there, Garth could feel Dick's muscles gathering, feel the tension about to be released and he heard the unceasing stream of sounds mixed with words, moving in and out, friction, heat.

They were both so close, Garth's legs were starting to tremble with the strain and he'd have to go back to the shower after-he was breathing so hard he could feel the tissues in his mouth and throat go dry-not much longer…

"Oh God…God…Jesus...now…now…Oh God…there…yes…there…Jo…Joey…So good…Yes…God…now…"

He heard, but it took a second to register, then Dick was cumming, clamping down, straining, gasping, lurching forward and that pulled Garth along even as he tried to freeze and his mind went white and…

The two of them fell forward, panting, Dick was laughing to himself the way he did, quietly, happy, his hands holding Garth's still around his belly and chest.

Pulling out and away, Garth was numb, disbelieving then believing and knowing with certainty it was-what? Over? A fantasy he'd wanted to believe? A mutual convenience?

"I need water."

Dick nodding, still panting, content, sated, not knowing what he'd said. With any luck he'd be asleep soon, asleep when Garth came out of the shower, rehydrated so he could leave without a scene.

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