That thought made me snap into action. Max had already put a condom and the small bottle of lube on the bed, so it didn’t take long for me to suit up and start preparing his inviting hole for my cock.
He made it easy for me by grabbing hold of his legs and pulling them up to his chest. The sight alone was nearly enough to make me come, so I found myself thinking about anything but Max so I wouldn’t be tempted to get inside him before he was ready.
“Isaac,” he cried, “please, baby, I’m ready.”
I made one last pass of my fingers on his prostate.
“Fuck, fuck. Isaac!”
That was it; I’d taken it too far. In three seconds flat, I found myself lying on my back, and it was my turn to gasp in pleasure as Max straddled me and guided my hard cock into his hole.
I held my breath and rolled my eyes under my closed lids. He was so tight and warm.
“Look at me, baby.”
Max grabbed my hands and held them above my head.
“Max, I need all of you. Please.”
He leaned down and covered the rest of my body with his, wrapping his arms around my neck. I was pinned under him, his weight grounding me. I released my hands from his and placed them on his hips to keep him in place while he wrapped his arms around me.
“Baby, I’m close,” he whispered in my ear.
I was getting there, too, so I kept my pace slow and steady before placing my feet flat on the bed, which changed the angle I was coming at him with.
The first time my cock touched his prostate, he shouted. When I kept doing it over and over while increasing my pace, Max’s mutterings were nothing but unintelligible words.
We were both hanging by a fine thread. When my mouth ran away from me, and I whispered in his ear, “I love you, Max,” that was it. We both came simultaneously.
The explosion in my chest was like nothing I’d ever felt before. There were specks of light dancing in my eyes, my ears were ringing, and my chest pounding, but it was the undeniable feeling of love that was overriding everything.
“I love you too, Isaac.”
I should have panicked that I’d confessed my feelings for Max just as he was about to go back to Manhattan, but I didn’t. I’d expected some kind of moment, or revelation, but it didn’t come. All I felt was relief because, despite everything, loving Max was as natural to me as breathing.
Max’s eyes were locked with mine. His smile lit up my heart like a bonfire, and I knew then what I should have guessed all along. He felt exactly the same way.
We didn’t need to be at the airport until later, so we stayed in bed a little longer. Lying in each other’s arms, hoping time would freeze. When that didn’t happen, we got up to take a shower and get ready.
During our late breakfast, the weight of missing Max was already taking over. Even the cat seemed more subdued, which was veryunlike him.
Fuck, this was going to be hard.
* * *
We arrived at Lisbon airport too early. Part of me wanted to draw out the time I had with Max, and the other part wanted him gone so I could hide away in my apartment feeling sorry for myself.
“Do you have any regrets?” Max asked.
“None at all. I would do this all over again given half a chance.”
“Me too. Anytime.”
We stood there in the area between Departures and Arrivals locked into an embrace neither of us wanted to break.
Around us, people were moving with purpose, eager to start their holiday or meet their loved ones, go away for work, or maybe come home.
“What are you thinking about?” Max asked.
