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This scene takes place during the off-season, approximately two weeks after the events of the Epilogue.
The heat wave hit Minnesota like a punishment.
For three days, the temperature had hovered in the high nineties, the humidity so thick it felt like breathing through wet cotton. The lake house’s air conditioning was working overtime, a constant hum that had become background noise, but even so, the heat seemed to seep through the glass walls, turning the entire building into a greenhouse.
Nico had given up on clothes somewhere around day two.
He was sprawled on the leather couch in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, skin sticky with sweat despite the AC, scrolling mindlessly through his phone while a baseball game played on mute in the background. Silas was somewhere in the house—had disappeared an hour ago muttering something about a cold shower—and Nico was too hot and too lazy to go looking for him.
The couch creaked as he shifted, peeling his bare thigh off the leather with a sound that was distinctly unpleasant. Maybe he should move to the bedroom. The sheets would be cooler. Or maybe the floor. The hardwood might actually feel nice against his overheated skin.
He was contemplating the logistics of moving when footsteps approached from the hallway.
“Still melting?”
Nico tilted his head back to look at Silas, who was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets still clung to his chest hair, and his hair was slicked back from his face, revealing the sharp angles of his cheekbones.
Nico’s mouth went dry for reasons that had nothing to do with the heat.
“Getting there.” His voice came out rougher than intended. “How was your shower?”
“Cold. Very cold.” Silas crossed the room and stood over the couch, looking down at Nico with an expression that was rapidly shifting from casual to predatory. “You look like you could use one.”
“Too hot to move.”
“Is that so?”
Silas’s hand reached out and traced a line down Nico’s chest, following the path of a bead of sweat that was trickling toward his navel. The touch was cool from the shower, a shocking contrast against Nico’s heated skin.
“You’re all flushed,” Silas murmured. “Pink everywhere.”
“It’s a thousand degrees in here.”
“Is it?” Silas’s finger continued its path, dipping below Nico’s navel, following the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his briefs. “Or are you flushed for another reason?”
Nico’s cock was already starting to take interest, twitching against the thin cotton. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?” Silas’s smile was slow and wicked. “So if I did this—” His hand cupped Nico through his briefs, palm pressing against the growing bulge. “You wouldn’t react at all?”
Nico’s hips jerked involuntarily. “That’s cheating.”
“I don’t recall establishing any rules.” Silas squeezed gently, and Nico bit back a moan. “Besides, I’ve been thinking about you all day. About that thing you did last night.”
“What thing?”
“You know what thing.” Silas’s voice dropped lower, taking on that gravelly quality that always made Nico’s spine turn to liquid. “The way you rode me. The way you took everything I gave you and begged for more.”
Heat flooded Nico’s face—a different kind of heat now, one that had nothing to do with the temperature. “I didn’t beg.”
“You absolutely begged.” Silas’s hand began to move, stroking Nico through the fabric. “You said ‘please, Silas, harder, I need it, please.’ I remember every word.”
“I was… enthusiastic.”
“You were perfect.” Silas leaned down, bringing his mouth close to Nico’s ear. “And I want to see it again.”
Nico’s breath caught. “Now?”
“Now.” Silas’s free hand gripped Nico’s chin, turning his head so their eyes met. “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”
The baseball game continued silently in the background. The AC hummed. Outside, the lake shimmered under the brutal sun.
“No,” Nico breathed. “Nowhere else.”
“Good.” Silas released him and stepped back. “Get up. Bedroom. Now.”
Nico scrambled to obey.
The bedroom was marginally cooler than the living room, the blackout curtains doing their job of keeping out the worst of the afternoon sun. Nico made it three steps inside before Silas’s hands were on him, spinning him around and pressing him back against the wall.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Silas growled against his mouth. “Couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t think about anything except getting my hands on you.”
“You have your hands on me now.”
“Not enough.” Silas’s grip tightened on Nico’s hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “Never enough.”
He kissed Nico then—deep and claiming, tongue sweeping into his mouth with possessive familiarity. Nico moaned into it, arms wrapping around Silas’s neck, pulling him closer. The towel fell away, leaving them skin to skin except for the thin barrier of Nico’s briefs.
Silas was already hard. Nico could feel the thick length of him pressing against his hip, hot even through the cotton. The knowledge that Silas wanted him this badly—always wanted him, constantly, insatiably—sent a thrill of power and desire through Nico’s entire body.
“Off.” Silas tugged at the waistband of his briefs. “These need to come off.”
Nico helped him, wriggling out of the fabric and kicking it aside. Then they were both naked, both breathing hard, both looking at each other with the kind of hunger that never seemed to fade no matter how many times they did this.
“On the bed.” Silas’s voice was rough with command. “Hands and knees.”
Nico’s cock throbbed at the instruction. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself as directed, and felt the mattress dip as Silas knelt behind him.
For a moment, nothing happened. Nico was acutely aware of how exposed he was—ass in the air, hole clenching around nothing, completely vulnerable to whatever Silas wanted to do.
Then Silas’s hands landed on his cheeks, spreading him open, and Nico’s brain short-circuited.
“Look at you.” Silas’s voice was reverent, almost worshipful. “So pretty. So eager.” His thumb traced the rim of Nico’s hole, a feather-light touch that made Nico whimper. “I could look at you like this for hours.”
“Please don’t.” Nico’s voice cracked. “I’ll die. I’ll actually die.”
Silas laughed, low and dark. “We can’t have that.” His hands disappeared briefly, and Nico heard the familiar click of a bottle cap. “Stay still.”
The first slick finger pressed inside, and Nico’s head dropped forward onto his crossed arms. Silas had been right—he was eager. His body opened easily, welcoming the intrusion, muscles relaxing as Silas began to work him open.
“You’re so loose already,” Silas observed, adding a second finger. “Still stretched from last night.”
“I told you—we went hard.”
“We’re going harder tonight.”
The promise in those words made Nico’s entire body clench. Silas hummed approvingly, fingers curving to find that spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyes.
“There it is.” Silas pressed again, and Nico nearly sobbed. “There’s my good boy.”
“Silas—”
“What do you need?”
“You. Please. I need you.”
“Need me how?” A third finger joined the first two, and Nico’s arms gave out, his face pressing into the pillow. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Your cock.” The words came out muffled, desperate. “I need your cock inside me. Please, Silas, please—”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
The fingers withdrew, leaving Nico achingly empty. He heard the tear of a condom wrapper—they’d started using them again since the post-season, just to be safe during the off-season chaos—and then Silas’s hands were on his hips, pulling him back, positioning him.
The first press of Silas’s cock against his hole was electric. Nico forced himself to breathe, to relax, as the thick head breached him. It didn’t matter how many times they did this—the initial stretch was always overwhelming, always walked the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain.
“Breathe.” Silas’s voice was strained. “That’s it. Let me in.”
Nico breathed. Nico let him in.
Silas pushed forward in one long, steady stroke, not stopping until his hips were flush against Nico’s ass. The fullness was staggering—so deep inside him that Nico could feel it in his chest, in his throat, in the very center of his being.
“God.” Silas’s voice was wrecked. “You feel incredible. You always feel so fucking incredible.”
“Move.” Nico pushed back against him, desperate for friction. “Please move.”
Silas moved.
The first thrust punched a groan out of Nico’s chest. The second made him see stars. By the third, he’d given up on any pretense of composure, letting himself be vocal in a way he rarely was, letting Silas hear exactly what he was doing to him.
“That’s it.” Silas’s hands tightened on his hips, using the grip for leverage as he set a brutal pace. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how good it feels.”
“So good.” Nico’s voice was barely recognizable. “So full—so deep—don’t stop, please don’t ever stop—”
“Never.” Silas leaned forward, draping his chest over Nico’s back, and the change in angle made him cry out. “Never going to stop. You’re mine, Nico. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
“Yours.” The word came out on a sob. “I’m yours.”
Silas’s hand snaked around to grip Nico’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming—too much, not enough, everything all at once. Nico felt himself hurtling toward the edge, felt the orgasm building at the base of his spine.
“Close,” he gasped. “Silas, I’m so close—”
“Then come.” Silas’s grip tightened, his pace increasing. “Come for me. Now.”
Nico shattered.
The orgasm crashed through him like a wave, whiting out his vision and tearing a scream from his throat. He felt himself clench around Silas, felt the answering groan against his back, felt Silas’s hips stutter and slam forward one final time as he followed Nico over the edge.
They collapsed together onto the sweat-damp sheets.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the air conditioning. Nico was vaguely aware that he was lying in a wet spot—his own release, cooling rapidly on the sheets beneath him—but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Silas pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom and returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned Nico with gentle hands, wiping away the worst of the mess, then tossed the cloth toward the hamper and pulled Nico into his arms.
“You okay?”
“Mmm.” Nico’s voice was barely functional. “That was…”
“Yeah.” Silas pressed a kiss to his temple. “It really was.”
They lay in comfortable silence, bodies cooling in the air-conditioned room. Nico traced idle patterns on Silas’s chest, marveling at the fact that this was his life now. That he got to have this—this man, this love, this overwhelming intimacy—every single day.
“Hey.” Silas’s voice was soft. “What are you thinking?”
“Just… how lucky I am.” Nico tilted his head to meet Silas’s eyes. “How much I love you.”
Silas’s expression softened. “I love you too. More than I ever thought I was capable of.”
“Even when I’m sweaty and gross and the heat has melted my brain?”
“Especially then.” Silas kissed him—soft, tender. “You’re beautiful. Always.”
Nico smiled against his lips.
“Charmer.”
“Only for you.”
They stayed like that as the afternoon faded into evening, tangled together in the cool darkness of the bedroom. Outside, the heat wave continued unabated, shimmering over the lake like a fever dream.
Inside, everything was exactly as it should be.
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