“Stop trapping yourself in the past.” Gale leaned forward, catching Havoc’s bottom lip, beginning to nibble and suck.

He felt Havoc reacting, leaning towards him, and bringing him close until there was no longer any distance between their bodies.

Gale tipped his chin, forcing Havoc to look at him squarely. “You told me before you were going to be my reason for living. Then live with me. Walk the present with me.”

“It’s not as easy or simple as that,” Havoc said weakly, beginning to draw away but Gale stayed put.

“Yeah. Yeah it is, unless you’re a coward.” Gale ignored the flash of anger in Havoc’s eyes. “Do you think your family is worth fighting for? Don’t you think what we have is worth fighting for?”

“Of course,” Havoc answered hotly. “Have you forgotten who the fuck you’re talking to, Gale?”

“No. You’re the only one here who’s forgotten. The man I’m looking at right now is the same fucking man I fell in love with. So are you going to leave me hanging or are you going to make me yours?”

Gale didn’t give Havoc time to answer. He wrapped his arms firmly around Havoc’s neck and finally kissed him deep. This time, Havoc didn’t fight him. Teeth and tongues fought for dominance. Gale eventually let Havoc’s prodding tongue in. He always enjoyed the sensation of Havoc taking the reins, of leading the dance. Havoc pushed him down until he was lying flat on his back on the coach.

A thrill of excitement shot down Gale’s spin as Havoc secured both his wrists above his head in a vise-like grip, while he devoured his mouth. Gale could feel Havoc’s prick pressing against his belly, and he wanted nothing but to free it from its sheath. Once Havoc drew away from his mouth, Gale managed to speak. “Clothes off first.”

Havoc grinned down at him, and helped undress both of them before resuming. The solid press of Havoc’s flesh against Gale was amazing, and so was his thickening cock. Havoc wasn’t a gentle lover, which was fine with Gale. His touches were rough, demanding, and each bite he left as he made his way down Gale’s body felt like a searing lick of fire.

Havoc took Gale’s left nipple, sucking hard and biting down on it, making Gale cry out. He left an imprint of his teeth on both of them, and the sight of the mark made Gale giddy with exhilaration. Havoc was marking his territory, telling the world Gale was exclusively his, and Gale wouldn’t let any other man but Havoc claim him.

“Havoc, God.” Gale groaned, sinking his fingers into Havoc’s short black hair as Havoc finally reached his shaft. Havoc shoved his legs apart. He firmly gripped Gale’s thigh and then his velvet mouth began to take in Gale’s throbbing member.

The experience was intense. Havoc kept his gaze trained on him while he sucked in every inch, not stopping or pausing.

Once he reached the base, Havoc drew out. “Does it feel good?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Gale whimpered when Havoc smoothly went down on him again.