Never Enough

the car right away. “What do you need, baby.” He thought he knew, but he needed Andy to say it.
Andy had his head back. He turned to gaze at his husband. After what seemed like a long time he said, “I need to hug my dog. I need at least one very large vodka martini. I need you to fuck me till I can’t think. In that order, please.”
“And after that, will you tell me what’s going on?” His tone said he might not agree to that order of business otherwise.
“Yes.”
“Okay, then.” They went inside. Andy parked his bag by the stairs and spent a few minutes on the floor with Molly, who acted like he’d been gone for a hundred years.
He gave her a treat and petted her pretty blonde head. “You’re getting old too, aren’t you, best girl.” He cupped her muzzle, noting the white fur.
“Why can’t dogs live as long as humans?” She licked his nose.
“I think there’s a theory that they’re too good for this world.” Victor nudged his shoulder with a large, icy-cold glass. Andy took it, sipped, and nodded thanks. “She can’t be more than seven. That’s what the vet said, anyway.”
“Yeah, I know. Good for a few more years, right Molly?” He hugged her again, and stayed there on the floor with her while he drank most of the martini. “Yes, I know, I’m guzzling. I didn’t have one on the plane.”
“Why not?”
“Didn’t want to let my guard down.” Victor was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him. “You’re not having one.”
“I might later.” He really wanted to ask, right now, why Andy was so upset. He was sure it had to do with his parents, most likely his father. Andy had been there for him after his mother died, when they weren’t even together. He’d said the right things, let Victor cry, stayed with him so he wouldn’t have to be alone. And every day they’d been together since, Victor had wished he could have said something earlier. On their very first night.
During the worst of that time, he might not have had to be alone at all, if he’d been just that little bit more brave. At least he was with Andy for this. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m always here for you.”
“I know.” Andy finished the drink. Handed the glass to Victor, petted Molly one more time, and got to his feet. “Whoa, yeah, that was strong.
Perfect.”
You haven’t eaten, have you. “Go on up and get ready. I’ll take Molly out for a minute.”
“Get ready.” Andy set a hand on Victor’s shoulder, slid it up into his hair, lowered his head for a kiss. “Get ready for what?”
“Remember Berlin?”
“Oh.” Not quite a smile, but warmth in those deep dark eyes, and another kiss. “I believe I do.” Andy went upstairs slowly, feeling the vodka, and went into the bathroom. He was on the bed, naked, stretching, when Victor came up, carrying two full shot glasses. The lube was already out on the nightstand.
He watched while his husband set the glasses on the other nightstand, then stripped.
Victor waited for a sign. He’d said ‘Berlin,’ and that meant face to face.
He wasn’t sure if that was too intimate in this moment. But Andy lay back, spread-eagled on the bed. Okay then. Victor was relieved. And also, inevitably, turned on. He had a hand on himself almost at once. A firm hand, stroking down to the head, squeezing. Then he picked up the lube and got on the bed, kneeling between Andy’s legs. “You and your legs.” Andy huffed out a breath, almost a laugh. Victor put his hands on those legs. Stroking from ankles to knees, fingertips reaching behind to the sensitive skin there.
Then up the insides of the thighs to the groin, watching Andy’s eyes half-close, watching the erection that rose as his touch swept near. He was dying to touch it. “Maybe tomorrow I’ll touch that.” Andy laughed under his breath, as Victor had hoped he would. “Get those knees up.”
“Bossy.” Andy bent his knees, tempted to lock his feet behind Victor’s neck and pull him down for a kiss. But then this would be over too soon. He needed all of it, every second of it. Needed to be possessed, to feel Victor everywhere. His arms were spread wide on the bed, palms down.
“Yeah, you keep your hands out there. Digging into the bed. Hanging on while I fuck you.” Andy’s breath went out. Seeing his abs tighten made Victor even harder. He got some lube on his fingers and went to work. This
wasn’t what he’d imagined for the night, but it was what Andy needed, and it was impossible not to respond. He remembered to breathe so he could say,
“What do you want now.”
“Your cock. Fuck me. Jesus, Victor.” Breathless, panting, desperate.
Then “Oh God” as Victor engaged. Andy arched his back, offering resistance so Victor could go deeper.
Victor had his weight on one hand, the other arm under Andy’s thigh, gripping his hip. Imagining how this looked, with Andy’s foot on his shoulder. The other was hooked over the top of Victor’s thigh. He was trying not to come too soon. Listening to Andy’s vocal breaths, watching those hands. “That’s how you want it? God you feel good.” He was starting to lose focus. Pulling that thigh against him now. “Jesus Christ.”
Andy was making sounds he almost never made, mixed in with, “Yes.
God. Yes. Fuck. Oh Jesus, yes.” Gripping the bed the way Victor had known he would, fighting for Victor’s climax and against his own.
“Don’t you fight me. Let me see that. Come on, baby, give it to me.
Jesus you’re beautiful. God you’re so close. Andy, fucking do it, I can taste it from here, fucking come Andy, yes.” Victor bit his lip, holding still as Andy’s body spasmed, listening to his cry and watching his face. When he relaxed Victor put both hands down, felt Andy’s feet