“Oh God, I’m so totally gay,” I groan against the heavens, making Jace give a throaty chuckle against my neck.
“You finally figured it out, huh?” he asks as he trails his way back to my mouth, letting his lips slide over my stubble before latching on to mine.
I welcome him eagerly, nodding as I do, moaning when he starts pushing his hips into me, making our cocks both slide between his fist.
So hot.
“Oh God, I am. I so, so am.” I push my tongue back in his mouth, holding on to his hair tightly, so he can’t break loose again. I need his mouth on me because it grounds me, it keeps me tethered, I’m sure I’m fucking floating away otherwise.
“Jesus, Ty,” Jace says in between sloppy kisses, pushing harder, quicker, letting his fist slide up over our cockheads to gather precum to make it an easier slide.
“Is it always like this?” I ask in a rasp, pressing our noses together again, our open mouths against each other.
Jace frantically shakes his head,
“Can I– I want to– I need…” I start, but I'm unable to utter the words. Jace seems to know what I'm trying to say as he lifts his ass a bit, making room for my hand that was holding on to him for dear life.
And when I wrap my hand around his, around the both of us, fingers strangled together, all bets are off.
It’s the first timeIam touching another guy's junk, and I swear unicorns are farting glitter everywhere. I think I’m gonnabuy myself a rainbow flag, hang it around my neck, and streak through campus covered in the sparkly stuff. Sounds like a valid plan. That’s how gay I am. Girls fade to black compared to this. To howrightthis feels.
To how amazing this is.
We hold on together, fists sliding up and down over our shafts as Jace’s hips move with the rhythm. He’s the one leading this because all I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride, lips locked to his, gasping and groaning with every push and pull, holding him so damn close to me. It’s so overwhelming that it almost hurts.
I’m writhing beneath him, eyes rolling into the back of my head as I begin to feel my orgasm sweep over me.
“Jace. Jacie,” I ground out between clenched teeth. “I’m gonna–”
I can’t finish my sentence, a rough gasp replacing my words as I come undone beneath him. Warm spurts coat our fingers, our groins, and I swear I’ve never come this hard in my life.
If I thought kissing Jace was earth-shattering and mind-blowing… It’s nothing compared to this.
When Jace finally gasps against me, lets out a long moan against my lips, and warm pulses join my own, I see fucking stars.
My hand clenches in his hair as our pleasure goes on and on, making my stomach contract as Jace drags it out, pulling us one, two, three times more until we’re both wrung out. He collapses on top of me, shuddering and groaning, gasping for breath.
“Oh my God. That was– That was–”
“I know,” I interrupt him shakily, grabbing onto his ass again when I pull my sticky hand out from between us, smearing cum everywhere.
It was great. Overwhelming. Everything.
I hold him to me, hugging him tight as I will my heartbeat to slow the fuck down, and Jace is clutching on just as hard. I gazeover to the now dark sky; we obviously missed the sunset that I wanted to show him.
But I’m not upset about that. Nope. I can never be. Because the reason we missed it is way more important. Not ready to let him go just yet, I drag my lips against his cheek, making him slant his head again so I can capture his mouth, pecking him softly as I let a heavy breath out through my nose.
And we lay there, kissing lazily in the afterglow, sandwiches completely forgotten. I think, yeah, I’m gonna get myself that colorful flag because this right here? This was exactly what was supposed to happen.
TWENTY-ONE
Ty slept over again last night, and it’s fast becoming one of my most favorite things ever. At least when he stops pulling the blankets up over us while it’s so freaking hot.
I want to make him happy, I really do. But this is Southern-California. I'm still not quite used to the warmer climate, and I've never used a blanket since coming over here. But he apparently does, complaining that he was cold. He wasn't cold. He was a damn furnace when he wrapped himself around me.
I loved it anyway, even if I didn’t sleep much. He can wrap his big body around me anytime he wants, I’m all here for it. I never really was a cuddler before. But perhaps that was because I never really had anyone to cuddle with.
I count Missy as a very dear friend. But Missy is Missy. She really is like Morticia Addams in some regards. Sure, we hug it out some, like a friendly pat on the back or just a short squeeze. But a cuddle-cuddle? You know, where you're both all up in each other's space? She wouldn't know what to do if I cuddled her like I was cuddling Tyler this morning.
