“Yeah, you should,” he says, but the look in his eyes begs me to stay.
“Tyler…”
“I know we’ve been waiting, but I don’t want to wait anymore, Mik.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I want to forget that I’m the oldest twenty-year-old in this town. I want to forget that I might lose the only person who’s ever loved me.” A single tear runs down his cheek.
“He’s not the only person who’s ever loved you. I love you too, Tyler.”
“Then show it, Mik. Show me how much you love me.”
He doesn’t need to ask me twice.
The words I told him on his eighteenth birthday still stand true. I love him so damned much that it hurts down to my soul to be away from him.
Tyler pulls at my shirt and then his with raw desperation.
“Hey, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” I say.
He groans a reply, and suddenly I’m on my back with a shirtless Tyler on top of me, pressing his dick against mine.
“Keep doing that, and this might be over embarrassingly soon,” I say.
“Naked. Now.”
I reach for the button on my jeans and pull them and my underwear off as fast as possible. I don’t even open them all the way because I’m as desperate to feel all of Tyler as he seems to be.
My dick slaps against my stomach, leaking a small trail of precum. I reach for it and give it a slow stroke while I wait for Tyler to join me.
Once his clothes are out of the way, he reaches over to the side table and grabs a small bottle of lube.
He covers my body with his, making me gasp when our cocks align. I fucking love frotting.
“Fuck, Mik. I love your body so much. You’re so strong and lean, and these barely-there blond hairs drive me insane.” He runs a hand down my sides until he’s cupping my ass. I lift my leg and wrap it around him.
I should feel exposed, especially when he runs his finger down my crease, teasing my hole, making me want to feel what it’s like to be filled by Tyler.
“God, I want to do all the bad things to you,” I say against his lips.
“Do them,” he gasps. “Do them all.”
I suck his bottom lip until I’m sure it’s bruised, and then my tongue explores every corner of his hot mouth. He still tastes like the cherry soda he had earlier.
The way his lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, his tongue licking the rim after each swig? It was messing with my head and giving ideas of those lips around my cock, that tongue teasing the rim of my ass.
“Tyler, I want you to top me.”
He raises his head to meet my eyes. “You’re serious? You want that?”
“Of course. What makes you think I wouldn’t?”
“I don’t know. I guess I assumed because you’re bi that you wouldn’t want to bottom.”
I reach for his cock and give it a stroke. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about feeling this big, fat cock inside me? I’ve made myself come so many times just thinking about it.”
Tyler closes his eyes, fucking my hand with steady thrusts.
