Traveling to New York again was a possibility, and Max would no doubt come to visit, but it wouldn’t be the same as having him all the time.
And what would happen when he found someone else? How would I feel seeing him with another guy when I felt down to my core thathe wasmyguy?
“If you don’t stop thinking so loud, I’m going to do a repeat of last night.” The threat came accompanied by a very hard cock nudging against my naked ass.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I’ll stop thinking.” I turned around to face him and let out a small moan when our morning erections touched as he moved his body to accommodate mine.
“We were in this exactsame position ten months ago. It’s more painful now,” Max said as he moved his hand from brushing the curls from my face to resting on my neck.
“But it also feels different, less final. I know we can’t be together, Max, but I’m not going to stop caring about you. I justhope we’ll have plenty of reasons to see each otherin thefuture.”
“I’m sure we will. Joel and David are three custard tarts away from getting married, anyway.”
I gasped. “You think so? That would be great. I didn’t see much of them before they left for New York, but I know they are insanely happy.”
“We were always destined to meet,” Max said as he weaved his fingers around my curls.
“Do you think?”
“If we hadn’t met in New York last Christmas, we would have met at the club that night.”
He was right. I wondered how different things would have been. Would we have got together in the summer?
“I guess with David and Joel being together, it was only a matter of time until you got your hands on this piece of ass,” I said.
“What, this one?”
He squeezed my butt and pulled me even closer.
“I bet we’ll end up as best men at their wedding,” he added.
“You know best men are meant to get it on at the wedding. It’s a rule, right?”
Max laughed. “This is probably the most mature conversation we’ve ever had,” he said as his hand slid down toward my chest where he teased one of my nipples. “How about we bring the tone down a few notches?”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, grinding my hips against his and feeling his breath catch when our cocks rubbed deliciously against each other. There was already wetness against my belly where one of us—or possibly both—was leaking precum.
“Oh fuck, Isaac. I need to feel you inside me. One last time. Please, baby.”
I took hold of his cock and pulled, applying a tinybit of pressure. “What if I want you inside me?” I teased.
“Keep doing that and there will be no one inside anyone.”
As much as I wanted to play this cat-and-mouse game, I also didn’t want to waste any precious time I could be inside Max for what was likely the last time.
I turned Max so he was lying on his back with me flat on top of him. My heart was beating out of my chest as I looked into the dark pools of his eyes.
I kissed him like our veryexistence depended on it. It was easier than looking at him and blurting out that he should stay here with me forever. Besides, with him grinding his hips against mine, there wasn’t much blood left in my thinking head.
When I could tell he was close to coming, I eased our grinding, and moved slowly down his body, placing soft butterfly kisses on his chest and belly, his abdominal muscles contracting at my touch.
I loved the contrast between Max’s hard, defined muscles, and how ticklish he was.
He rested his hand on my head in warning, and I chuckled, then moved back up and bit his nipple. He let out a throaty sound I knew meant I needed to get on with it or he’d flip us over and fuck me instead.
I contemplated that for a moment. I’d love nothing more than to feel Max inside me, but my ass was suitably sore from last night, and I was more than willing to give him the same. I knew why he wanted it.
We were both hoping this feeling would carry us over until we were on our respective sides of the ocean, and by the time it subsided, there would be no other option but to carry on with our regular lives.
