back.
“What if you never came to find me? I thought about you all the damn time, about looking for you, trying to apologize, even though I had no idea where to start. I’d have never found you. Not in England. Not with a different name.”
Jesse smiled. “Yeah, I was hiding in plain sight, I guess you could say. You knew where I was all along; you just didn’t know it was me.” He reached up and took Shane’s face in his hands, that wonderful, familiar face, older but exactly the same. “Listen, don’t worry about it, okay? I was never not going to reach out to you. Sure, I had this whole revenge plan in my head, but I swear most of it was me wanting you back in my life. I just went about it the wrong way.”
“I don’t care. I have you back. That’s all that matters. It was always you, Jess. Always.”
“Even when you thought I was someone else?” Jesse teased. He had to tease to cover the thickness in his throat.
“I’m such an asshole,” Shane muttered.
“Babe, I was kidding. Come on, let’s get out of here. No more beating ourselves up. Time for loving, okay?”
Shane turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the hook on his wall. He dried Jesse off with long, gentle swipes before running it cursorily over his own skin. When he was finished, he pulled open one of the drawers under the sink and withdrew a bottle of lube and some condoms.
“Are we going to need these?” Shane asked. He looked sweet and unsure and so unlike any version of Shane Jesse had ever seen that he had to grin.
Jesse reached out and took the lube from his hand. “We definitely need this,” he said. Then he plucked the strip of condoms from Shane’s fingers. “And these too. For a while at least.”
Shane smiled shakily. “Now I’m nervous.”
“No need to be,” Jesse lied. His stomach was quaking as well. But someone had to lead the show, or they’d both end up in a shaky ball in each other’s arms. “We’ve done this before, right?”
“But that wasn’t us . It was…different.”
“Well, it’s us now. Exactly how it would’ve been all those years ago. Except I’m not an insecure virgin anymore. And you? You’re still every dream I’ve ever had.”
Shane groaned. “I love you so much.”
“Come show me.” Jesse held out his hand, and tried to hide the tremble.
Shane was every dream he’d ever had. Even when those dreams were angry, there was yearning, love, and desperate want threading through them and holding him together. The anger was gone, finally, and all that was left was the love and the yearning. The want had magnified to a need so big he could barely stand it and Jesse wanted to feel it all.
They sank slowly onto Shane’s big, expensive bed. It was a far cry from the rickety twin Shane had back when they were kids—where they came together on that wonderful night when they’d come so close to where they were about to go. Jesse wanted to feel Shane inside of him. All of Shane, not just his magical fingers. Even that much was so many years ago Jesse didn’t know what was real and what was long held fantasy.
“I want you,” he said and pulled Shane close. “Just like it should’ve been a million years ago.”
“You don’t want to fuck me again?” Shane asked. “I...I loved it.”
Jesse had loved it too, after he let go of his stupid anger and pride. But it wasn’t what he needed. “I do want to be inside of you again. Of course. I want all of it with you. But tonight? Right now? I need you. Like we always planned.”
“O-okay.” Shane agreed, but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know if he could go through with it, take Jesse like he always used to want to. He wanted to be the possessed, the taken, the one who was surrendering. He needed to show Jesse that this time it was forever.
“Shane, it’s okay. I want this. I need to feel like I belong to you again. Those few short months, when you and I were together…nothing else in my life has ever
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