25
MIK
NOW
“So,you made up, and then you made out,” Bastian says, laughing at his joke.
He video-called when I started preparing dinner and has been keeping me company by doing a very good Spanish Inquisition impression.
“Yes, you smug bastard.”
“So, how many times have you seen him now?”
I think about how hard it was to leave a sleeping Tyler this afternoon. He’d been lying face-down on his bed, snoring lightly, with only a bedsheet barely covering his ass. His perfect ass that I’d had the chance to explore in more ways than I can count only a few hours ago.
My dick swells in my sweatpants, so I try, hopelessly, to think of something other than the curves on Tyler’s body, the way he moved when I was inside him. The desperation to seek release but also to keep going.
“Just like that, Mik,” he’d begged. The heat, the tightness of his body around mine is everything I hadn’t known I craved. Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time coming, or it’s just how Tyler and I are when we’re together. We’ve always fit like two made-to-measure pieces.
I’d pegged his prostate repeatedly, letting my body take over.
“You’re so fucking tight, Tyler,” I’d said between gritted teeth.
“Make me come, Mik. Mark me. Make me yours.”
He hadn’t needed to ask. I’d latched my mouth on his neck and sucked hard until he’d come undone, taking me with him.
Fuck.
“Mik?” Bastian calls.
Shit.“Sorry, what?”
“I asked how much time you’ve spent with him.”
“Every day this week.”
Bastian whistles. “Wow, every day. Now that’s a way to wet your dry spell.”
“I wasn’t going through a dry spell, asshole.”
“Of course you weren’t. What I wanna know is, is the sex better now than when you were young? I bet he’s learned a few new tricks since.”
If Bastian was in front of me, I might have punched him, but in reality, there’s no one else I can speak to about this, so I entertain him.
“I don’t know if it’s better or worse, but it’s less rushed. We used to go on all night. You know how it is when you’re eighteen and have all those hormones and inconvenient erections,” I say.
He laughs. “Been there. The cum-stained shirt is somewhere in the back of my closet.”
“Gross.”
“So you don’t go at it like rabbits, but it’s still good.”
“We grew up. We know ourselves better, and physically, the recovery time isn’t as quick. There’s an element of the forbidden fruit, plus having to steal moments here and there. Keeps it exciting.”
“And Kay doesn’t know?”
I sigh. “No. I hate lying to her because I’ve never hidden previous relationships, no matter how short-lived. But she still volunteers at the soup kitchen, and I don’t want her to feel awkward about it. She thinks Tyler hung the moon, and I kinda like that.”
