Free Snowbound by Scarlet Blackwell Page B

watched Hayden pull away, just to make sure. He sank down on the couch, looking fearfully at Will, who was in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. Will put his glass down. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he came into the living room.
    "I always knew he'd come back," he told Dylan. "After the first few years, I started to feel confident, even though I knew. The longer time went on, the more I thought I was wrong. But I always knew I only had you on loan."
    Dylan shook his head. "No, Will."
    Will smiled tenderly. He stood before Dylan, a hand stroking his cheek. "I'm going to pack a few things. I'll come back for the rest."
    Dylan grabbed his wrist. "No."
    Will leaned down and kissed him before he gently disentangled himself from Dylan's grip and walked out of the room, leaving Dylan stewing in fear, regret and something else: barely-concealed hope.
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    Hayden returned to the hotel with his tail between his legs. He shoved dirty clothes in his still unpacked bag and prepared to leave but he didn't get two steps from the bed before his leg gave way. He let himself fall, clutching at the covers, burying his face into the pillow.
    Sometime during the afternoon he awoke from deep sleep. His head ached. He was all cried out. He negotiated his way to the bathroom, filled a glass from the tap, and drank. He went back to the bedroom, closed the curtains on the dazzling day, and shed his clothes before he crawled between the cool sheets to further oblivion.
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    At the door, Will hugged Dylan hard. He stepped out, carrying three bags to his car and Dylan watched the last seven years of his life walk away. He and Will had been comfortable companions. There had been tenderness and passion between them and mutual interests that made them perfectly suited. Will hadn't been Hayden, though. Dylan had never recaptured those two heady nights he had spent falling in love.
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    A knock on the door startled him from sleep. Hayden fished around on the floor for clothes, found his boxers, and pulled them on. He opened the door a crack, blinking at the visitor.
    Dylan stood there wearing his uniform.
    Hayden's beleaguered heart still found enough energy to leap into his throat. He clutched at the door in order to remain upright. "What are you…?"
    Dylan sighed. He stepped closer, lifted a hand, trailing fingertips down Hayden's cheek. "I never forgot you, not once. I carried you inside me for twelve years."
    Hayden couldn't speak.
    "And those words I said to you…" Dylan looked ashamed.
    "You don't think I'm a creepy fucking stalker then?" Hayden asked hopefully.
    "No. I should be so lucky."
    Hayden smiled. Dylan's thumb moved over his lips, tracing their outline. Hayden pursed them in a kiss. Dylan's eyes darkened. He moved in, his hand pulling Hayden's head to him.
    This kiss was more tender than the one in the alleyway but no less passionate. It told Hayden he had come home.
    They stumbled backwards into the room, Dylan shedding his clothes as he walked Hayden back to the bed. They fell there together and Dylan slid down his body, pulling the boxers from him. His first port of call was Hayden's right leg. His hands smoothed over his calf. His lips traced the scar and all pain was forgotten as Hayden dissolved into memories and bliss.
    He lay there, a slave to Dylan's mouth as his lips moved up his inner thigh, into his groin, a tongue flicking over the head of his hard cock, before he sucked it down. Hayden gripped Dylan's hair. "Oh please, God, I want you."
    Dylan rose to his knees. He was shirtless and shoeless but still wore his pants. He discarded his utility belt, the gun and Taser on it falling with a heavy thud to the floor. He reached into his back pocket, drawing a condom free, and some lube. Prepared. Intending to fuck Hayden the moment he came through the door. Hayden trembled with desire. Dylan didn't strip. He only pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs and rolled the rubber on.
    Then he gripped Hayden,