“Neil, what—” Rob couldn’t continue.
Neil swiped the pre-cum over Rob’s tip and swirled his tongue over Rob’s cock head. Moaning above him, Rob thrust his hips to his mouth, prompting Neil to give his left thigh a playful slap. Neil gave Rob’s balls a squeeze, knowing Rob liked a bit of pressure and started to take Rob’s prick into his mouth.
“Baby,” Rob whispered but said no more.
Neil liked that word on Rob’s lips, liked it a lot. Applying suction with every inch he covered, Neil marveled at the way Rob hardened under his ministrations. Once Rob’s tip hit the back of his throat, Neil pulled out. Then he repeated the action. Every whimper he wrangled from Rob’s mouth hardened his own dick.
At Rob’s tell-tale shudder, Neil withdrew his mouth from Rob’s prick. He curled his hands around Rob’s shaft, gliding his fist up and down.
“Give it to me, baby. I want you to explode all over my fingers. Do it now.”
At his command, Rob groaned, climaxing. Strings of Rob’s cum covered Neil’s fingers, some coating his chest and stomach. Eyelids flickering, Rob’s mouth parted, but no sound came out. When Rob seemed to recover, Neil swiped his fingers over the cum on his chest. Rob’s eyes widened when Neil placed his digits to his mouth and sucked on them.
Neil placed them into Rob’s mouth. “Taste us, you and me combined.”
Rob let out a shudder and licked his fingers dry. Neil groaned at the erotic sight. Fuck, but Rob reminded him of a hungry cat.
“We’re far from done, baby,” Neil reminded him.
“Oh, I know.”
“Tell me how much you want my dick in you, baby.”
“Very badly. Put your big cock in me, Neil. Remind me who owns me—body, heart and soul.”
A wave of possessiveness filled Neil. Rob looked so fucking gorgeous, lying there. How could Neil love someone so much? They never did say the three little words, despite knowing the truth for the longest time. Back then, Neil had been terrified of rejection. The world said this kind of love was forbidden and wrong. Neil remembered the day Clarissa found out.
After Don’s death, they took every opportunity to be together. Certain Clarissa would be gone for her weekly church meeting, they thought they’d had the house to themselves. Clarissa walked in on them, screwing each other on the kitchen counter. She hadn’t pulled a knife or torn them apart, but Neil remembered the fury that tore through her uptight features. Without another word, she headed up the stairs and locked her bedroom door.
They both knew something wasn’t right. Neil had called 911 while Rob had tried to reason with her.
It took the paramedics half an hour to arrive and break her door open. To Rob’s knowledge, Clarissa never bothered to fix the grotesque scars on her wrists. She wore them openly, flaunted them in their faces every day until something inside Neil broke. Neil left the moment they graduated. Rob was made of stronger stuff. He’d stayed, but neither of them came out right again, not since Don’s death.
With Clarissa now gone from their lives, Neil could breathe easier. This felt like the beginning of the rest of their lives. So this was what freedom tasted like. When Neil had left Rob, he hadn’t really been free, not without his soul mate by his side.
“I love you, Rob.”
****
For a second, all Rob could do was stare at Neil. Had he imagined Neil saying those three words?
“I love you too, Neil.”
Uttering those words felt like a gun had gone off inside him. They’d hidden their love so long from the world that it had begun to feel so natural, doing everything in the dark, when the world turned its eyes from them. With the weight in his soul freed, Rob felt like they could accomplish anything.
“Now,” Rob began, gaze settling on Neil’s thickening erection. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“So crude, baby. I like it. Condoms and lube?”
“In the drawer.”
Rob watched Neil walk to the drawer by the side of the bed, practically yanking it open to get to his prize. Neil let out a curse.
“What’s wrong?”
“Lube,” Neil said, holding the tube up. “But no condoms. If you can wait, I’ll rush to the store.”
“There’s no need for that. I’m clean.”