Jere
I yawned until my jaw cracked as I walked into Mrs. B.’s house. It was three in the morning, and I was totally exhausted. I could still see the flash of The Adonis’s colorful lights behind my eyelids and the lyrics of a catchy remixed tune was playing on repeat in my brain. I was glad I’d made it to the gym before I’d started my shift. Forty-five minutes of working my muscles was enough to tide me over until my day off when I could spend a few hours at the gym.
For me, working out had always been about defense. I was smart enough that I could recognize my obsession with weightlifting and bodybuilding stemmed from the abuse I’d suffered at my father’s drunken hands. If only I’d been a little stronger then maybe I could have protected my mother from him, and she wouldn’t have left me. Maybe I could have protectedmyselffrom him. Regardless of the why of it, my strength was useful for little things like protecting those I cared about from assholes that wanted to hurt them.
But when Danny had taken such pleasure in applying the sunblock and constantly complimented me about my body, I couldn’t help wanting to peacock for him. So, I needed to establish a routine in order to keep myself in tip-top shape because I wanted to protect him,andI wanted to look good for him.
Now that Danny was doing better every day, he didn’t need constant attention. I could trust him to get to the bathroom by himself, though I enjoyed helping him with menial tasks like bathing. But it was good for his sanity he was able to do simple things like take a leak without someone hovering over him.
I must have wandered into a construction site on the way home because my feet had become cinder blocks as I climbed the stairs to the second floor. All I wanted to do was slip into bed with my Danny and fall asleep in his arms; scent his hair tinged with peppermint, listen to the gentle woosh of his breath, and slide my chub into the crook of his ass where it was warm and happy, as we slept.
Besides the physical exertion, my nerves were raw, sending an unscratchable itch through my body. I was annoyed with what the American justice system called an investigation. I’d left numerous messages for detective Rosemont requesting an update, but no one had called me back, and as Sean tossed around ideas for raffles and games to raise money for Danny, I was reminded he had a lot of trouble in front of him in the form of student loans, the pending eviction trial, and lack of insurance for the treatment he needed. All of it soured my mood and made the itch worse. But holding my Danny would help me relax.
The closet light in his bedroom was on again, and the accordion door was half open, casting a soft illumination over the chair where he was sitting. I frowned, figuring he’d fallen asleep there reading a book or something.
“Welcome home,” he murmured.
“Why are you still up?” I asked, closing the bedroom door behind me and reaching between my shoulder blades to pull my shirt off. “It’s late.”
“Or early, depending on how you look at it. I was waiting for you,” he said, his tone raspy.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.” He got up, using the desk and ottoman to keep his balance, then fell into my arms.
He hugged me like he’d never hugged me before, his arms encircling me, his hands skimming my back. He pressed his head against my chest, and I cuddled him close. He sought my lips, and I gave him what he wanted. I could feel how tired he was through the laziness of his kiss, the little pecks sweet. It made me supremely happy he wanted to kiss me and touch me as much as I did him.
“Come to bed.” I led him to the mattress and pushed the covers away. It was hot out and the air conditioning was set on low, leaving the room slightly stuffy.
“I have plans,” he said, getting in. He patted the space next to him as I pushed my jeans down my legs. “The kind that requires your participation.”
I got in next to him and made a move to snuggle him, but he pushed me back against the bed. He climbed over me and straddled my hips, the sudden heat of his body a welcomed surprise. He controlled the kiss, his lips skimming against mine, his tongue flicking and darting and when he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth, I actually groaned.
“You’re tired,” I whispered. His well-being would always be at the top of my list.
“I am but I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he said and swiped his tongue along my lips. “You think you can just tease my asshole and leave me to suffer in unfulfilled agony? I’ve thought about it all night, so much I couldn’t fall asleep.”
Sleepy or not, I wouldn’t deny him anything. The day at the beach the other day played in my mind as I let him have his way with me, opening to receive his tongue in my mouth. I tasted mouthwash and his lust. Our lips smacked, and our bodies ground against each other. When he broke away to gulp in some air, his eyes were glowing like a wolf’s that had caught the moonlight on a midnight hunt.
“You’re beautiful,” I said for no other reason than I meant it.
He smiled on an exhale, his cheeks plumping, and I knew he hadn’t been told that enough. “Don’t say such sweet things. I’m trying to seduceyou.”
“Trying? You already have.”
His cheeks plumped in that sunshine smile I loved so much, and he kissed me again. His hands roamed my body as he trailed a line of nips along my jaw and when he sucked at the underside of my chin, I couldn’t help chuckling.
“Have I released a beast?” I whispered, pushing his boxers down to free his behind. The globes of his ass fit perfectly in my palms, as if they were made for my grip.
“I feel like I can be open with you. I don’t have to worry about silly things like, is it time to wax?” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a hug. “I’m comfortable with you and it's throwing me off.”
“What does waxing have to do with anything?” I asked.
He snickered into my neck. “Gay men are as self-conscious as women I suppose.”
I wanted to ask more but he stole my words in a slow, deep kiss that made my cock jerk alive. I couldn’t describe how much I liked kissing my best friend. If that was all we got to do for the rest of our lives, I’d die a happy sonofabitch.
He broke away with a grin. I made a move to follow him, wanting to taste his lips more, but he pushed me back against the mattress. I peeled back my eyelids as he kissed his way down my body, his teeth scraping against my skin and hitting every nerve I had. He moved lower, to my belly button and the jut of my hip, and when he urged my underwear down, my cock bobbed in the air, and I realized something: The thing I hadn’t had with my ex-girlfriends was exactly what Danny had said—intimacy. There was something special and rare about being comfortable with your lover, knowing exactly what felt good for them and enjoying giving it to them, whether it filled a sexualoremotional need.
