“Kels,” Nick whispered.

“Try me, babe. I can take it.”

Nick’s chest tightened, making his breath stutter. His fingers curled against the wall. Kelly’s palms slid along his hips, just under the band of his boxers. Then Kelly put his head against the wall and peered up at Nick, smirking as he wrapped his fingers around Nick’s cock.

“Just how much self-control do you have left after three months in the desert?”

Nick gripped the back of Kelly’s neck and forced him flat against the wall. “Not enough,” he snarled before they shared a violent kiss. His other hand tugged haphazardly at Kelly’s clothing.

“Fuck me, Nick.”

“Shut up, Kels. Just stop talking.”

Kelly laughed. “I can’t shut up, I talk when I’m nervous!”

Nick snorted and shoved away from the wall. He met Kelly’s eyes, running his knuckles down his cheek. Months of thoughts swirled in his head, months of thinking that he could love Kelly, that they could really work. He wanted to tell Kelly just that, but now wasn’t the time. He wasn’t the type of man who hid his emotions, though, so he knew Kelly was seeing hints of it in his eyes.

“Babe,” Kelly murmured.

When they kissed again, neither of them closed their eyes.

Kelly’s fingers were gentle against Nick’s skin. Nick cupped his face and kissed him again, humming as Kelly’s body relaxed further. Nick didn’t want him nervous, not for any reason.

“Does this feel right?” he asked, his lips moving against the corner of Kelly’s mouth.

Kelly sighed shakily, then took a deep breath. “Yes,” he whispered. “It feels like home.”

Nick pushed his nose against Kelly’s, kissing him gently as warmth spread through his entire body.

“You feel like home,” Kelly said as he wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck.

Nick couldn’t find his breath, and everything else seemed to fade away except for the feeling of Kelly in his arms. He slowed everything down, kissing Kelly languidly. They had to separate for air, and Nick pushed away from the wall. They met each other’s eyes, not saying anything, not feeling the need to.

Kelly reached to lift Nick’s T-shirt up, but Nick took his hand instead.

Kelly’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

Nick tried to verbalize what he was feeling, but he didn’t even know what it was. It was so much more than just sex. “Kels,” he finally managed.

“No, don’t do that! We only have two nights and we’re supposed to be having hot monkey sex! You can’t back out on me now!”

Nick burst out laughing, covering his face with one hand. “‘You feel like home’! You can’t have hot monkey sex after that!”

“Yes you can!” Kelly insisted. He grabbed the hem of Nick’s shirt and yanked it up, shoving it up over his head and then tossing it to the floor. He shoved Nick toward the bed. “I’ll show you.”

Nick stumbled backward, barely able to keep his balance with his jeans riding low around his thighs. “Kelly!”

Kelly shoved him again. “Don’t fight it, Irish, come have your way with me.”

Nick licked his lips and grumbled, but Kelly shoved him one last time and he wound up on his back on the mattress. Kelly yanked his shirt off as he headed for the door and the bags they’d dropped. He was out of sight for a moment, then he returned, naked, with both hands full. He held up a bottle of lubricant in one, and a red flipcam in the other.

“Is that a video camera?” Nick asked, his voice cracking.

Kelly stuck his tongue out, biting it as he nodded.

“You’re crazy,” Nick drawled, unable to keep the affection out of his voice.

Kelly set both his prizes on the bed and untied Nick’s shoes, pulling each one off and dropping it with a heavy thunk to the floor. Then he pulled Nick’s jeans off, followed by his boxers, and climbed onto the bed to straddle Nick.

“Please tell me you haven’t been practicing with someone like this?” Nick said with a strained laugh.

Kelly put both hands on Nick’s chest and leaned over him. “Maybe I’ll show you later how I’ve been spending my nights.”

Nick grunted and Kelly shifted, moving against Nick’s hard cock. Their eyes met, and they both grinned.

“Don’t hold back, Irish,” Kelly taunted.

Nick licked his lips, his eyes raking down Kelly’s body. He sat up, kissing at the scar on Kelly’s chest and up his throat to his jaw. Kelly shifted around in his lap, rubbing his ass against Nick’s cock. Nick held him tighter and kicked his leg out to the side, using the leverage to flip them both and pin Kelly beneath him. They stretched out sideways on the king-sized bed. Kelly arched his back and squeezed his legs against Nick’s hips.

“Jesus Christ, Kelly.”

Kelly laughed and grabbed Nick’s face. “No. Whose name do you say?”

“Yours,” Nick growled.

Kelly bit Nick’s lip as they kissed, not letting go even when Nick pulled back. Nick took hold of his hips and yanked him toward the edge of the bed, scooting back and pulling Kelly with him. When his feet hit the floor, he stood and grabbed Kelly’s legs to flip him over to his stomach. Kelly flailed and grabbed at the bedcovers, but he couldn’t right himself before Nick had him pinned again.

He leaned over him, sliding his hand under Kelly and up his chest to pull their bodies together, his cock hard against Kelly’s ass. Kelly tilted his head to offer up his neck, and Nick bit down, dragging one hand to grip Kelly’s hip. Nick could feel Kelly’s heart hammering against his palm, beating in frantic time with his own.

“Is this how you want it?” Kelly asked. He moved his ass against Nick’s cock, making them both moan.

Nick put his lips to Kelly’s ear, holding him tighter. “I want you every fucking way I can get you.”

Kelly stretched his lean body out to reach for the bottle of lubricant. Nick ran his hand over Kelly’s spine, letting his cock slide against his ass. Good God, he was absolutely sinuous. Nick couldn’t wait to be inside him, to make him writhe.

Kelly handed the lubricant back to him. Nick took the bottle, barely able to stay under control. “We don’t have condoms?”

“Don’t need them.” Kelly’s voice was muffled as he rested on his elbows and hung his head.

Nick rubbed his palm over Kelly’s ass, bending over to kiss his shoulder. “Okay,” he whispered, despite a jolt of nerves, then snapped the bottle open. He straightened back up, stroking himself and watching the rapid rise and fall of Kelly’s breathing. “Hand me that fucking video camera.”

Kelly made a whimpering sound and reached for it, snagging it by the attached string. He turned it on and handed it to Nick. Nick hit record and bent over Kelly to speak against his ear. “I better not see this shit on the internet.”

Kelly pushed up and made an exasperated sound. “Just hurry up and get in there!”

Nick gripped him by his shoulder, laughing. He stroked himself, covering his cock liberally in lube. “Last chance.”

Kelly shivered in Nick’s arms and turned his head, seeking Nick’s lips with his own. As they kissed, Nick reached between them, pressing one slick finger against Kelly’s asshole. Kelly groaned wantonly and rested his forehead on the bed, giving Nick the perfect opening to kiss along his shoulder and neck—kisses Kelly leaned into, and their lips meeting again. Nick slid his tongue into Kelly’s mouth as he slid his finger inside him. It was an easy entry, a gasp and a tightening of muscles Kelly’s only reaction.

“You have been practicing,” Nick growled.

“Try me.”

Nick’s heart was pounding, making it hard to breathe, making it hard to even think. Kelly’s body was warm and hard against his. He’d imagined this so many times over the last few months. He’d fucking craved it.

He worked a second finger inside, moving slowly, twisting, turning the video camera to record it. Kelly arched his body and rewarded him with another deep moan.

“Kels,” Nick gritted out.

“Fuck me, Nick, come on.”

Nick took himself in hand and pushed the head of his cock against Kelly’s ass, pressing forward. Kelly shoved his knee against Nick’s to widen his stance. He was hanging his head and panting, and Nick hadn’t even pushed inside him yet.

Nick put a hand in the center of his back and said, “Breathe out, babe.”

Kelly did, and Nick worked the head of his cock inside him, watching and barely remembering to point the camera toward the action.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Kels,” Nick gasped. He closed his eyes and fought with every ounce of willpower he possessed not to shove in deeper. “I’ve never been inside someone without a condom.”

“First for both of us then,” Kelly said, his voice strained. He raised his head, pushing up on his hands. “Goddamn.”

Nick ran his hand down Kelly’s spine. “Okay?”

Kelly’s answer came out as a hiss. “Fuck yes.”

He hung his head again, pushing his hips back carefully. Nick didn’t move, letting Kelly guide the entry. Kelly groaned louder, going still, and Nick began to rotate his hips, working himself inside. He’d never felt anything like it.

“Yeah, babe,” Kelly grunted, grabbing at Nick’s hip, digging his fingers in and pulling Nick closer. Nick sank further in and gasped, gripping Kelly hard.

“Fuck, Kelly, this isn’t going to last long if you don’t fucking control yourself.”

“You fucking control it,” Kelly grunted. He shoved back again and they both shouted as Nick sank deep.

Nick fumbled with the video camera and raised it to capture himself pulling his cock slowly out and then rocking back in.

“Fuck!” Kelly cried. He grabbed at the covers, his fingers twisting in them.

Nick seated himself, shoving deep, then leaned over and placed his hand on top of Kelly’s, twining their fingers.

“Wreck me, babe,” Kelly pleaded.

“Fuck,” Nick gritted out. He dropped the camera and grabbed Kelly’s hip instead, pulling out and carefully thrusting back in. It took him longer than usual to find a good rhythm, but goddamn Kelly was so fucking tight he had to go slow. He wanted to go slow. He rested his head against Kelly’s shoulder and fucked him, pushing in deep and pulling out until Kelly pleaded. Rolled his hips and tugged at Kelly until both their toes curled.

Kelly’s moans grew louder, his body writhing, his ass so tight Nick thought he might come every time Kelly moved. Kelly finally pushed onto his hands and knees, gasping for breath. He reached out, his hand fumbling for the video camera. He shoved it under him, pointing it so they’d be able to watch from below as Nick fucked him.

Nick buried himself deep and began to laugh. “You’re dirty, Kels.”

“That’s like Satan calling me a bad boy.”

Nick laughed harder and bent over him, rocking into him. Kelly shouted, caught by the new angle.

“Oh Jesus, hello prostate,” he gasped.

Nick gripped his hip hard and hit that angle again. Over and over, until Kelly was barely able to prop himself up anymore. Nick paused just long enough to add more lube to the mix, then sped his rhythm, still aiming for Kelly’s prostate. Their bodies pounded together, the slapping of their skin masked only by Kelly’s shouts for more.

“Fuck, Nick, I’m gonna come,” Kelly managed after several minutes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nick gasped. “You’re seriously one of those that can come without being jacked?”

“Keep going.”

“God, I love you,” Nick said as Kelly’s muscles began to tighten and spasm. “If you come, I’m going to.”

Kelly threw his head back. “You’ll come inside me?”

“Or on you, wherever the fuck you want.”

Kelly moaned. “Shoot it off inside me, Lucky. Fill me up.”

The bed protested Nick’s thrusts, but Kelly cried out for more. Nick watched his cock disappearing into Kelly’s ass, his fingers digging into the muscles. The red camera was still sitting on the bed, watching everything, recording it from below. Kelly would probably jack off to this video for weeks. Nick winked at the camera.

Kelly cried out, throwing his head back.

“Whose name do you say?” Nick demanded.

“Oh God,” Kelly whimpered.

Nick pounded into him harder. “Say it, babe, come on. Whose name?”

“Yours!” Kelly shouted.

Nick rammed into him, rotating his hips to massage Kelly’s prostate. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Who?”

“Fucking hell, Nick! I’m going to come!”

“You’ll come when I tell you to. You’ll come when you start screaming my fucking name.”

Nick grabbed Kelly’s shoulder to hold him still, slowing his thrusts so he could feel Kelly’s orgasm when it came. Kelly fought against being held, but he had nowhere to go. His fingers clutched at the covers. His hips moved, desperately trying to force Nick’s cock to hit his prostate again.

“Nick,” he finally pled.

Nick’s voice was gruff as he tried to hold off on his own orgasm. “You want it?”

“Yeah, babe. Please, please.”

“You’re so fucking good at begging.”

“I want it, baby, come on! I want it!”

“Let me hear you come,” Nick growled. He shoved in deep and Kelly cried out incoherently. Nick kept hitting that spot, over and over, his thrusts hard and fast, never pulling out, keeping the pressure on Kelly’s prostate.