Chapter 63

Lance trembled and squeezed along his length through the denim, loving when Wade’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment and a small moan escaped his lips.

“What do you want, Wade? What do you need from me right now?” Lance just wanted to make Wade feel good. Take away the pain of the day. His heart swelled as he realized this was the first man he’d ever wanted to make feel good without caring if there was anything reciprocal. Wasn’t that what love was about? Putting someone else’s needs above his? And it had come to him so naturally. There was no forcedness. Lance truly wanted to make Wade feel better. To give him what he needed. The realization coursed through him like electricity and he palmed Wade, rubbing a little harder. “What do you need?” Lance repeated.

Wade stared at him, his eyes darkening, as he leaned down to kiss him, stopping right before their lips touched. “I just need you,” he answered, his voice a little smoother.