He chuckled again in that way that let me know he was satisfied. “It is getting late; we should probably clean up.”
“Not yet, I want to cuddle you for a bit longer,” I said and gathered him in my arms.
He settled next to me, his ear against my chest while his fingers played at my neck, stroking, and tracing my jaw line. “Is it weird that even when we were teens and you touched me, it felt intimate? Like, you were meant to?”
I cupped his ass, liking the way it filled my palm and he wrapped his leg around my hip. “No, it’s not weird.”
He tipped his head up and kissed me chastely, a little peck to stoke the fire. Despite sharing two orgasms in the past six hours, and while I’d never been an overt horndog, I wanted to chase number three only because I’d made him howl with pleasure and Danny deserved nothing less.
“How did you know you liked butt sex so much?” I asked, wanting to fill in the missing pixels of his life.
“Like most, I’d imagine. Slipped a finger in there one day and was shown a whole new world.”
I turned his words over in my mind for a moment. “Do you think I’d like it?”
He frowned. “Have you ever had the desire to play with your ass?”
“No, but I’ve never had the desire to have sex with another man except you.” Biting my lip, I traced the curve of his shoulder. “Maybe I want to try it one day to see if I might like it. Would you do that with me?”
“Of course,” he said, pressing his lips to my forehead. “We could explore that when you’re ready. You know, a lot of straight men like having their asses fucked too. It can be very pleasurable. Being gay has nothing to do with it. Blame Mother Nature for putting our G-spots in our asses. And in turn, not all gay men enjoy anal.”
I buried my face in his hair and inhaled his scent, laced with sweetness and the spice of good sex.
He placed a smooch on the bare skin of my pec. “I don’t mind being the answer booklet to all your sex questions.”
“You’re a good teacher,” I said. “You got me to understand math. I mean, there is a reason they’re called numbers, because trying to understand math made my brain numb. But you helped make learning fun and less boring.”
He laughed, his body shaking and turned on his back. He spread his arms and legs out, sighing like everything was right in the world. Glancing at me, he trapped his tongue between his teeth, his eyes dancing with playfulness. “I have to admit, teaching a hot, sexy guy like you all about gay sex might be fun.”
We ended up in the tub, our limbs tangled, the soft drip of the water breaking the silence. Our fingers entwined, our lips locked, and every second stretched into an eternity of bliss.
“You know, in seventh grade, they wanted to bump me up, bypassing eighth grade. Never mind I’d be starting high school as a twelve-year-old, but I begged my mom not to do it, because that meant leaving you behind. I can’t imagine my life without you, Jere.”
He looked up at me and I claimed his mouth, his lips quivering against mine. “Neither can I. It was hard when you went off to college, Danny.”
“I’m sorry I left you,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry it took a tragedy to bring us back together.”
“But now we are together,” I reasoned. “We will make up for our lost years.”
He settled against me. “I like the sound of that.”
“Ah, since we're being honest,” I started. “I’ve been keeping something from you, and I don’t like doing that. But you can’t get upset with me, because I was sworn to secrecy by your friends, but your will overrules all.”
He narrowed his eyes on me, a glint of playfulness shining there. “Tell me what trouble you’ve been up to.”
I tried to come up with an explanation that didn’t involve keeping secrets from him, but figured honesty was the best course. “Sean and Ronnie are planning a charity event for you at the club.”
He made a dramatic sound. “Of course they are, the busy bodies.”
“Are you mad?”
He turned in my arms and crawled up my body so he was straddling me. “No.”
“Not one bit?”
“Annoyed maybe but not mad. How can I be when I have you?” He kissed me once, twice until he was smiling in the way I wanted. He thrust his fingers into my hair, held me tight. “As long as I have you, everything is going to be okay.”
I thought he might be talking to himself rather than myself. “Danny?”
