Kept

Josh Weston arrived at Gus Mattox's door with a heart cracked open by betrayal, his boyfriend's wandering eyes still burning in his mind. Gus pulled him inside, no words needed. They moved to the bed, bodies pressing close. Josh's lips found Gus's neck, tasting salt and warmth. Hands roamed, unbuttoning shirts with deliberate slowness. Gus's fingers traced Josh's spine, igniting shivers. They stripped bare, skin to skin. Josh entered him gently, thrusts deep and unhurried. Gus gasped, arching into each rhythm. Sweat slicked their forms as passion built, waves of pleasure crashing slow and fierce. They climaxed together, a tangled release that mended what words never could.