A Behind the Scenes Series: Game of Thrones
Again
Forehead to forehead, the two men rested for a good while. Soon, necessity made Richard squirm a bit, his body no longer content with the anal intrusion. He lifted off Kit, and slowly got to his feet. Kit sat up too, with more effort than was pretty. He kept a hand on Madden’s leg, to steady his new lover.
“I’m fine,” Richard assured him. His voice was raspy, the scream he gave with his last orgasm having deepened his voice. He learned it wasn’t only affecting his, when Kit asked his next question.
“Want to shower? You’ll feel better, getting some hot water on the back muscles.” Kit got up, his legs way more wobbly than he expected. Richard grabbed him into a hug to hold him up, and they both chuckled in that deep masculine way. “We’re like a couple of drunk birds,” Kit admonished, the joy in his voice pleasing Richard to no end.
“Jenna doesn’t get drunk often,” Richard said, “But she usually lounges and stretches for like 20 minutes after sex.” He wondered briefly if she’d mind this; his instinct told him no, but he’d tell her everything in the morning. Once he was fairly certain neither of them was going to fall over, he let Kit loose, and looked for his phone. His eyes went wide as he read a message he never heard come in.
“What’s wrong love?” Kit asked as he wrapped arms around Richard from behind. He’d cleaned up a bit, but Madden could still feel the remnants of his sticky cum on Kit’s chest where he touched his back.
“Jenna messaged me.” His voice full of mirth and shock, he turned around, and showed Kit his phone.
Kit read it, and burst out laughing. “Is she serious? And,” he looked up into Richard’s gorgeous face, “I mean- would you mind? If you would, I understand. I want you. That’s not,” Madden stopped his rambling with a hard kiss.
“Not just yes, but hell yes.” Kit’s stomach lurched wildly. Richard continued, “But later. Tonight, we go clean up, sleep, and maybe,” Richard bit Kit’s bottom lip, and then pulled back, ‘Maybe tomorrow, we’ll all do brunch and see what happens. Ok?”
“Yeah. Got it.” Kit took Madden’s hand. “Let’s go get you all wet.” He couldn’t resist the next bit. “Again.”
Richard laughed and shook his head. He knew they’d be fine, if Kit could keep cracking jokes like this. The two went back into Richard’s bedroom; the night ending wonderfully spooned in each other’s arms.