Torn Between Tides

Chapter Eighteen

"Are you alright?" Colt asked as Roman sat down on the couch. Roman nodded, still trying to catch his breath after he blew his load all over the wall.

Damnit. He was going to have to clean it later.

"I'm okay, more than okay. I'm good. Great," Roman answered. "Just... I usually don't need this much time to recharge but give me a minute and I'll return the favor."

"No need for that," Colt said, kissing the top of Roman's head. "Not that I'm saying no to it, but you can do it some other time. Take it easy for now."

"You sure? I mean, you're still..." Roman motioned towards Colt's prominent bulge, making the man shrug casually.

"I'll live," Colt replied. "Was that...was that okay though? What we did?"

Colt wasn't the type to be insecure or second guess himself. But at the same time he never had a mate before. He wanted to be sure that whatever he was doing was right and that he wasn't overstepping boundaries or making Roman uncomfortable in any way whatsoever.

"Okay?" Roman let out a laugh. "Okay? You gave me the most mind blowing orgasm of my life and you're asking me if it was okay?"

"I meant more along the lines of if I was, uh, too harsh or something?" Colt elaborated. Roman smiled softly as he shook his head.

"You were the right amount of harsh. Just the way I want it to be," Roman paused. "I like it...I like it a little rough if you haven't noticed."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Colt muttered. His mind was already traveling to everything that he could with and to Roman.

Even though he hadn't climaxed, he didn't really care. Just seeing Roman shaking and writhing against him, begging him for more and coming undone had been so beautifully sexy. He wasn't anything less than an angel. Just out-worldly and goddamn captivating.

"Good. Because you've got me hooked now and I'm going to be needing more of this. A lot more," Roman grinned. Colt chuckled, he wasn't going to complain about that either.

"Do you want to take a shower? I'll get you some clothes. I may have gone shopping the other day and I...I picked up some sweats your size. I figured you'd stay the night sooner or later," Colt tried not to sound as awkward as he felt.

It wasn't like he went thinking he would be doing this, he just saw that Roman's size was available and he automatically got them billed without thinking too much. Roman could wear his t-shirts but Colt didn't want to keep raiding his brother's old clothes to find pyjamas that Roman could wear as Colt's wouldn't fit him.

"You did...what?" Roman blinked, wondering whether he heard Colt right.

"I..." Colt trailed off, suddenly realizing that he might've taken it a bit over the top. Fuck. The last thing he wanted was to make Roman think that he was jumping the gun or making the relationship more serious than it was at the moment.

Well, the relationship was it for Colt. But he knew humans tend to see things differently. Especially Roman who seemed to have his own share of commitment issues. Plus they had agreed on taking things slow.

"I'm sorry if it was...too much? Or weird or creepy. I didn't really think into it and—" Colt was starting to panic.

"No, no—" Roman shook his head, keeping his hand on Colt's arm reassuringly. "That was thoughtful of you. And the only weird thing is that this is weirdly the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"That can't be true." Colt frowned, he didn't like knowing that nobody had treated Roman the way that he was worth before. He didn't mind being the first, of course. But still, the other man deserved the best.