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“It won’t always hurt this much. All things fade. It doesn’t mean you forget, but the pain won’t be there in every breath, sweetie.”
They were just about the same height, and Ethan looked into Clay’s eyes, making sure he knew what was coming as Ethan leaned in and brushed their dry lips together. It was barely a kiss, but it was everything.
The urge to comfort and protect him thrummed through Clay with each heartbeat.
“I feel so good being with you. I never dreamed… But here we are.” “We are,” Clay agreed. They were, and it was the strangest and most wonderful thing Clay could imagine.
Ethan smiled against Clay’s face, pressing a kiss to his bearded cheek before sitting straight again. He was still cuddled under Clay’s arm, and there was no place else in the world Clay wanted him to be.
They’d only just met, yet Ethan had felt so safe and warm in his arms.
A grin brightened Ethan’s face, and it was like the roof was gone and the sun was beaming straight down.
He loved the feel of Ethan in his arms, safe on his lap and far away from the cowards who’d hurt him.
“I like it.” “The idea of fucking me, or my babbling?” Clay grinned, lust simmering through him along with a rush of affection. “Both.” He added, “I like everything about you,” because it was the plain truth.
“And I don’t give a stuff about any of it! I’m bloody falling in love with you. Might already be there.”
“I said I don’t give a stuff about doing what we’re supposed to. Don’t give a stuff what other people think. Don’t give a stuff that I’m too old for you. I love you, Ethan.”
“It’s real.” Clay clutched Ethan’s hands. “I know it.” “I love you too. I don’t care if it’s too fast.”
Bouncing on his toes, Ethan grinned. “I’m in love with you, Clay Kelly.”
“We will. Fuck the real world. We’re going to make it our bitch.” He lifted his hand for a high five, and Clay slapped his palm, laughing. If the real world didn’t like it, it could get stuffed along with everyone else.
“I like myself so much more when I’m with you.” He laughed. “Does that sound stupid?” “Nope.”
“All those years when I was depressed… I really hated myself sometimes. And I finally came to terms with everything, and I felt a lot better. I did. But now? I’ve never been this confident. No matter what happens, I’m a stronger man now because of you.”
“And what is it you’d tell? Exactly?” He swallowed hard. Better out than in, right? “I’m gay.”
“You’re mad about him. I can hear it plain as day.” His face went hot. “Reckon I am.”
He’d married the man of his dreams, and their honeymoon went on and on.
