If only he knew. Maybe he can’t ever really know. I wish I could express it in words, but no one's ever been as kind or generous or friendly or given me that fucking amazing sex before.
“Wouldn't be a tragedy if we had another night.” I say it, slightly joking, but as the words escape my lips, I know that there's something serious there.
“There's no reason we can't.”
“You're not mad at me?”
“I'm frustrated that we're in this shitty situation. I wish we had lives that would make all this easier, that we weren't just together for this amount of time, but I know how the world works. We both knew what we were getting into, but I don't want to give that hot sex up cold turkey. Already done that for a week, and it's driven me pretty fucking crazy.”
I chuckle.
“I'm being serious.” His words are so intense, they silence me. We just stare into each other's eyes.
He gets up from the table, walks around, and reaches his hand out.
I’m not really sure what to think.
“Come on,” he says. “One more night.”
I take his hand. I'm not sure either of us are really thinking about if this is a good idea, but only about how much we want it and the fact that it'll bring back all those good feelings and memories—the memories we created together.
We brush our teeth in the bathroom together, the way we did at Kate's place for the past month and a half. When we're done, I start to head from the bathroom into my bedroom when Mikey grabs my shoulder and spins me around. He crushes his lips against mine, his hands moving in a frenzy across my body, his light scruff rubbing against my face. Tonight feels more desperate. There's a sting to it. It's not like it got when we were doing this at Kate’s house, when we knew that night after night, we'd be together. Now we know this is the last chance, and I'm determined to make the best of it.
I pull his shirt off over his head and throw it aside, kissing down his body to those broad shoulders, down his biceps, back to his pecs, then right back to his lips. I don't know which part I want to kiss most because I'm going to miss it all.
We make our way to the bedroom, losing more and more clothes. Soon I'm rolling on top of him, and he gazes at me with an expression I haven't seen before.
“I want to bottom tonight,” he says.
I'd almost forgotten that he was a virgin when we got together the first time he fucked me. “You've never—”
“I want you to be my first, Scott.”
I feel honored and privileged, because this is something special. It’s something I want to share with him because I care so deeply for him, and I don’t know that the same will be true about the next guy who has this opportunity.
Even thinking about another man being with him drives me crazy, but all I can do is enjoy this experience; it’s the only thing promised tonight.
I reach over to the nightstand and retrieve the condoms and lube from my drawer. A part of me feels like he's going to object or take them, but he just lies there in anticipation. I kiss him as I finish rolling the condom on, my dick so hard because this is something I want us to explore together. I used to fuck Sam all the time before we stopped having sex, but we didn’t have this chemistry—this sensation that burned through every nerve in my body, setting fire to a passion that possesses me when we fuck.
I grab Mikey's thighs and push them back. Pressing my face against his ass, I lick and slide my tongue inside him before slipping a finger in, pushing slowly. I work my way deeper, easing him into the experience. I wait until I think he’s ready before I add another finger.
He rolls his head on the pillow behind him, moaning as I stimulate his prostate, rubbing in circles the way others have done for me.
“God, Scott, just like that. Right there.”
He grabs his dick and strokes it. “Get inside me. I'm ready.”
I'm nervous and excited all at once. I rise onto my knees, pressing the head of my dick to the rim of his hole. He gazes at me, smirking in that way that always looks so fucking adorable.
“I want it to feel good,” I tell him. “You tell me if it's too fast or if you're not comfortable… or you change your mind, and—”
“Do it, Scott. I trust you.”
With his invitation, I slide in.
His body tenses up at first, and I rub my hand on his abs, hoping to soothe him, remind him that I’m here and I care.
He arches his back and raises his arms over his head, pressing his hands against the headboard, completely surrendering to me in this moment.
