Beats of the Heart - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

Shawn's hand gripped Miles' thigh as they drove through Staten Island. He cursed the other vehicles on the road knowing that Miles was laughing at his distress.
"My mind is not going to change any time soon. You don't have to worry," Miles said, his fingers brushing up and down Shawn's forearm.
Shawn cursed and had to stop touching Miles so he could adjust himself. He flashed a heated look toward Miles. "Keep tempting me like that, and I will have to do something indecent to you in this car."
"I wouldn't complain." Miles winked before settling into the seat.
"Damnit," Shawn muttered and turned down a side street.
Miles raised an eyebrow. "Where are we going?"
"I have a place here," he explained. It only took a minute for him to pull into the driveway of a split-level home. It was smaller than Ray and Samantha's place but still impressive.
Miles laughed and stepped out of the car. He examined the home, impressed with the structure. "It's a shame you don't live here."
"I have a condo near work, so I'm normally there. This was more like an impulse buy, but I haven't tried to settle in. I have someone come out here to clean it once a week, but I'm unsure what to expect." He grabbed Miles' hand and started to lead him inside.
Shawn's fingers fumbled with the keypad, drawing a curse from him. When he finally opened the door, he pulled Miles inside and pressed him against the wall. He leaned in and kissed Miles's neck as the door closed heavily behind them, echoing through the empty house.
Shawn sighed contently, his breath brushing against Miles' skin, making him tremble. "I find it nearly impossible to wait any longer for you."
Miles wrapped his hands around Shawn's neck, enjoying the fevered kisses trailing up to his jaw. He captured Shawn's lips, absolutely hungry for him. He moaned when Shawn brushed his tongue against his lips, and he opened up so Shawn could invade his mouth.
Miles rolled his hips into Shawn, and they both groaned from the sensation.
"Need you," Shawn mutter in his ear, "So goddamn much."
He nipped at Miles' earlobe, drawing a shiver from him. He chuckled, letting his lips tremble against Miles' skin.
"Fuck," Miles sighed, tilting his head to the side to give Shawn more access.
Shawn kissed down his neck, and his hands gripped Miles' thighs, lifting him. Miles wrapped his legs around his waist, and Shawn carried him from the foyer.
"Damn," Shawn muttered as he saw the state of the large open room.
Miles looked around and laughed. The place was bare except for some basic furniture covered with sheets.
"I don't think this place has a bed," Miles whispered and then licked the shell of Shawn's ear.
Shawn groaned. "I don't think so either."
"But there's a couch," Miles suggested.
"It's not very romantic," Shawn murmured. "I had planned on something better than this, but you are the very definition of temptation."
Miles nuzzled against Shawn's neck. "I don't have the patience for something romantic tonight. Fuck me, Shawn, on the couch, the counter, the fucking ground. I don't care. I just need you inside of me."
Shawn didn't hesitate and carried him over to the den. He set Miles down and slipped his hands under his shirt. His fingers ran up Miles' abs and chest, lifting higher until Shawn removed his shirt.
His hands trailed back down, unbuttoned Miles' pants, and pushed them down. Miles toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.
"On the couch," Shawn rasped. Miles obeyed and fell back on the couch. The white sheet billowed around for a moment before it settled.
Shawn rubbed his cock, straining in his pants as he admired the view. Miles relaxed unapologetically bare on the oversized couch. The light passed through the large windows, creating patterns and shadows on the surfaces within the room. The settling dust particles were illuminated and created a scene that seemed ethereal, with Miles in the center of it.
Shawn had been around countless beautiful things, including places he encountered during his travels and the people he worked with. However, nothing compared to Miles at this moment.
He was a masterpiece—pure divinity with the taste of sin.
Miles' muscles were lean, but they filled him out just right. His long legs were spread, and his cock hard, inviting Shawn to come closer. His tattoos were beautifully painted on his body—up his arms, covering his chest and torso, dipped over his hips, and down his legs. He wanted to kiss every line on his body and appreciate the time that must have gone into his tattoos.
Miles appreciated the heated stare and slowly stroked himself. "I wouldn't be opposed to getting myself off while you watch, but not tonight." His voice was lower than usual, making Shawn's breath hitch. "Clothes off, darling."
Shawn took one last long look at Miles and pulled his shirt off. His pants followed and pooled to the floor.
"Well, fuck me," Miles murmured as he looked Shawn up and down.
Shawn knew he didn't have the same body he did 10 or 20 years ago. He wasn't cut with a six-pack, but he was solid. He worked out as often as possible, but it was to remain healthy rather than bulk. He had been described as bear-like and had the strength to support that claim. He was pleased to see the palpable desire dripping from Miles, knowing that what he saw pleased him.
Shawn bent and grabbed a packet of lube and a condom from his wallet, then tossed them on the couch. He stalked over to Miles and stood between his legs. He ran his hands up his thighs and circled his hip.
"Fucking you a hundred times is not going to be enough," Shawn said quietly. He hummed thoughtfully, "No. There are too many ways to appreciate you."
Miles grinned. "How do you want me tonight?"
"Hands and knees," Shawn said and groaned when Miles eagerly went into position. He couldn't get enough of touching him. His fingers ran down his spine and over the curve of his ass, drawing another shiver from Miles. He wanted nothing more but to learn every way he could make Miles writhe and moan; however, he was too greedy now.
He planted kisses down Miles' spine and was greeted with beautiful moans. His lips lingered on the dimples at the base of his back while his slicked fingers dipped down and pressed against Miles' opening.
Miles pushed back against him. "Please," he whimpered.
Shawn slowly pushed his finger inside and shivered when he felt Miles' tight heat. His cock pulsed with impatience. He planted another kiss on Miles' back as he slowly added another finger, pumping in and out of him.
"Shawn... now. Please," Miles' voice broke.
Shawn wanted to comply but had just started prepping and stretching Miles. As much as he wanted to bury himself inside him, he wasn't willing to hurt him in the process. They would both have to endure until Miles was ready.
"Soon, Miles. Soon." He reassured him, wrapped his arm around his waist, and stroked Miles.
Miles whimpered and moved with Shawn's pumps. "Need more."
Shawn added a third finger and paused when he heard Miles hiss from the stretch. However, Miles pushed back, fucking himself with Shawn's fingers. He groaned and arched his back.
"Fuck," Shawn murmured.
He let go of Miles and gently pulled out his fingers, making him cry out in protest. He ripped the condom open with his teeth. He hurriedly rolled it over his length, but his hands shook from desire, making it difficult. He hadn't wanted someone as severely as Miles before.
His tip rested against Miles' entrance, and Miles' needy moans were almost enough to undo him. "Beautiful," he breathed out, admiring all of Miles.
He breached the tight ring of muscle and trembled from the overwhelming heat. He pushed into Miles, inch by agonizing inch. He felt Miles quiver beneath him when he was flush against him. It took all of Shawn's strength to hold still so he could give Miles time to adjust.
"So perfect. So tight," Shawn praised and kissed Miles' shoulder.
Miles hummed contently and then shifted his hips. "Please, Shawn."
"What do you need, baby?"
"More. Please."
Shawn kissed his spine. "Are you sure?"
Miles tried to move again to create friction, but Shawn held on tightly to his hips, giving him no leverage. Miles groaned. "Shawn. Fuck me." His frustration drawled out.
Shawn chuckled. "One day, I am going to make love to you. I'll worship you and caress you. I will take my time and watch you slowly unravel beneath me. But not today."
Miles shuddered and arched his back at the picture Shawn painted for him.
Shawn tightened his hold on Miles' hips, knowing he would leave bruises. He had longed for Miles for too long; now that he had him, he was too far gone. He couldn't hold himself back. He needed. He needed to give Miles everything.
"Tonight, I won't be gentle. The last thing I'll be is soft or kind. Are you still alright with this?" His words promised vulgar things, but his voice was nearly reverent.
Miles looked over his shoulder with hooded eyes and a flushed face. "Please, Shawn. Ruin me."
Shawn pulled back and snapped his hips forward, drawing a gasp from Miles. Shawn closed his eyes from the ecstasy. "God, you're perfect for me."
Miles seemed to have lost his words. His arms gave out, and he rested his cheek on the couch. Shawn slammed into him again, over and over. Miles let out a stream of barely coherent words like fuck, oh god, and please, Shawn.
Shawn wrapped his arms around Miles and pulled him up. He held Miles against him, letting his back rest against his chest. One hand ran up his sternum, then gently squeezed his throat, and finally moved to grip his chin. He dipped two fingers between Miles' lips eliciting strangled moans.
His other hand gripped Miles' throbbing shaft and started to stroke him to the rhythm of his thrusts. Miles cried around his fingers, and Shawn could tell he was ready to let go.
"Come for me," Shawn whispered in his ear.
Miles cried out and arched against Shawn. He trembled as he came over the sheet. His channel clenched around Shawn, making his hips stutter. His entire body felt like electricity rushed through it as he came.
"Fuck," he shakily breathed out. He took his fingers from Miles' mouth and gently used his thumb to caress his jaw. His hands traveled to Miles' chest, embracing him tightly.
"Christ," Miles muttered. "Why did it take so long to do that?"
"I have no idea."
Shawn slowly pulled out of Miles, drawing a gasping protest from Miles. Shawn picked up Miles and tore off the sheet of the couch. He gently laid him down and kissed his neck.
"I'll be right back." He walked away to take care of the condom. He also grabbed his undershirt, took it to the kitchen, and wet it with warm water.
He smiled when he saw Miles had curled up on the couch, already falling asleep. He carefully cleaned up Miles, earning a couple of happy hums from him. He started the electric fireplace and stole another sheet before crawling next to Miles and pulling him into his arms.
"Goodnight, beautiful," He said and pressed a kiss to the top of Miles' head.
"Mmm. 'Night, darlin'," Miles murmured.
Shawn ran his fingers up and down Miles' spine and swore he would never let Miles walk away again. He already knew Miles was his forever.