“What about our hands?”
“I…what?”
He held up his hands, palms out. “Hands. What about our hands? If they’re idle they’re the devil’s plaything or some such nonsense. We need to keep our hands occupied as well.” He placed those warm, rough palms on my pecs. My breath hitched. “Can I touch you all over tonight?”
“Yes,” I replied in a whisper then reached for his head, taking his face in my hands and pulling his mouth to mine. He opened for me instantly, his fingers locating my nipples and twisting them. I sucked in a breath then devoured him. I licked in deep, pushing my tongue into his mouth, the taste of peppermint toothpaste on his tongue.
“Fuck, Perry,” he gasped when we broke for air, my hands molded to his ass cheeks, his thumbs catching in the worn elastic band of my shorts. “You’re so good.”
“Mm, you taste good too,” I panted as I kneaded his cheeks roughly.
“No, I mean…yeah better,” he said as he jerked my shorts down to my knees. They slid to my ankles, so I stepped out of them, eager to rut my throbbing dick against his. I nipped at his lower lip. “Ah damn,” he groaned. I moved down to his throat to lick the tiny beads of water from the divot under his Adam’s apple. “I meant that I love you even more for standing up for Tootch like you did.”
I lifted my head. He placed his lips to mine. I pulled back to stare at him. Probing his gaze for the answers that I sought, I found them in the way he stared at me.
“You love me more?” I asked. He rubbed his palms along my sides then slid his hands around my waist, leading me closer.
“Totally. A lot more.”
“So you love me?” It was so weak and mealy to ask but I had to hear it.
“Yeah, obviously. And you love me. Right?” Ah, there was a flash of insecurity. Always hiding in his depths was that uncertainty. Just like me.
“So much.” I covered his lips with mine, steering him to my bed, eager to have him love me. “I want you inside me.”
“Perry, fuck…” We fell into the twin bed, him resting under me. We yanked his shirt and shorts off, tossing them who the hell cared where. I dove on his dick, sucking the engorged head into my mouth. A burst of precum hit my tongue. I moaned around his cock. He bucked like a mustang then pulled me away. “Too close…”
We kissed and touched, caressed and teased, until both of us were humming like tuning forks, pricks hard and slick, balls heavy, skin damp with sweat. The ceiling fan was doing little other than swirling stuffy, sex-scented air around the small area. He moved us around, sliding on top of me, which was just where I wanted him.
“You still want me in you?” he asked after a long, wet kiss that had me clawing at his back in need.
“Yes,” I gasped, tucking a leg over his lower back, offering him my hole just like a queen in heat. His dick slid below my balls and over my entrance. My eyes rolled back into my head.
“Okay, fuck that is hot,” I heard him say as he moved away just a bit. My eyes opened as I dug my fingers into his flesh. “Just need my shorts.” He kissed my chin then shimmied off for a moment, gliding back over me with a condom and a packet of lube in his hand. “I’ve been carrying this around forever it feels like. From that time at Lone Vale, I knew I loved you, knew I wanted to be yours exclusively.”
“Same, same, please…” I whimpered as he rolled on the condom with hands that shook slightly. Then he spread some slick between his fingers, nestled himself between my splayed legs, and pressed a finger against my hole. His lips found a nipple. He sucked and probed, easing that digit into me as he flicked and nibbled that tight nip. Arching up, I got the whole finger as he moved to the other nipple. My orgasm was right there. Just a stroke or two away. He found my prostate and gave it a rub. I cried out. He stopped, easing me back as he pulled out his finger. His mouth found mine. I carded my fingers into his hair, tugging softly as the madness rode over me like a stampeding herd of wild horses. “Now, now, now,” I growled, riding a razor’s edge. If he didn’t get into me soon—like right now soon—it was going to be all over for me. He sat back on his heels, his eyes hot and glazed, and worked that finger into me again. Then he added another as he rolled my balls in his other hand. “Fuck, stop!”
He eased his fingers out, bent down to kiss the slick head of my cock, and then fell down over me, catching himself with one hand beside my head. Our eyes locked and held as he took his cock in hand then lined himself up with my hole. I was so fucking eager for it…half mad with want…then his cockhead breached me. I tensed. I moaned. I bit down on my lip.
“Breathe, just…breathe.”
“It hurts,” I huffed, trying to suck in a breath. My body tensed from head to toe. He paused, gave me time to adjust, kissed my dry lips.
“I can stop. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I gritted out, fisting the sheets as I spoke.
“You sure?” I nodded. “It’ll feel good soon, promise. Love you, Perry. Such a good man. Making me good. Kiss me.” I licked into his mouth. He moved a bit, pushing in deeper then kissing me until I could relax. It felt as if it took forever for him to be fully seated. When he was, I couldn’t pull in a complete breath. He filled me. The stretch and burn were sharp, the pain borderline, but then he moved, just a little, a fast flick in and out.
“Love you too…more…just easy…easy…ah hell, I can’t…your cock is…perfect. Big. Hot. Shit! Easy. Go. More…slow. Fast. Love me more.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispered over and over as the rhythm settled over us. That was utter BS. I was far from perfect but hearing him say he loved me and that I was perfect in his eyes sent my heart flying skyward. We soon tumbled into that primal beat of thrust and withdrawal. It was the world at the moment. Nothing else existed but Will and me and this snapshot in time. I watched as he crested and blew apart. The hot rush of his cum filling the condom and the sounds he made…fuck but the noises that were ripped from him as he gritted his teeth were sublime. He was perfect and beautiful, and he loved me. I reached for my dick. He swatted my fingers away and took me in hand. With his cock pulsing deep within me, I gave myself over to the sweeping rush of release. My balls tightened, my body tensed, and Will mumbled something gruff and low. Then it was there. The lightning at the base of my spine as I shot all over Will’s hand and my belly. Words were impossible and unneeded as we drifted back to earth like down from a passing dove.
His mouth was soft now, the kisses tender, as we lay joined still, his brow resting on mine. His eyes were a rich blue now, darkened with passion, as he looked deep into me.
“I wasn’t kidding, Perry. You make me a better man,” he said so softly the words were mere tickles across my swollen lips. I caressed his biceps as my heart slowed.
“Not possible.” I wet my lips. “Another person can’t forge someone into anything. Either that person had those redeemable qualities or they didn’t. You were always a good man, Will. You just needed someone to believe in you to show you how to believe in yourself.”
“Christ, I love you.”
I smiled. “I didn’t think I would ever hear those words or find a man who accepted me for the oddball, shy, bookish nerd that I am.”
“You forgot horse whispering. Although that’s not nerdy at all. Reading to the horse about dead Greeks discussing if being alive is really being alive or if they’re all really dead because a tree fell in the motherfucking woods and no one was around to hear it…that’s just weird as shit, Yellow Horse.”
I snorted as my fingers danced up across his shoulders. “You totally fucked that up, Abbott.”
“Whatever. Point stands. Debate won. Now kiss me so we can get to round two.” I slid my fingers into his hair as he placed his mouth over mine. The tasting was languorous. As was our second pairing when I slid into him. I’d never known just how incredible it was to love someone like this and have them love me. Never dreamed that I ever would. Perhaps Aristotle was wrong in one thing. Perhaps dreams were sent by the gods for if ever any man ever felt blessed by a higher being, it was me as I lay in my lover’s arms.