“Should I get Big Bird?”
Gideon glanced down at his raging boner. “I don’t think we need it.”
Mac took lube and a condom from his nightstand drawer. He placed it on his stomach. Gideon positioned Mac on the edge of the bed and shoved his legs back to his head. He gave his ass a nice little spit shine. But not too much. This wasn’t a night for foreplay. It was one for action. Some cosmic force was pulling Gideon to Mac.
He got Mac and himself prepped for entry. He leaned over his boyfriend and whispered in his ear “I’m falling in love with you.”
He knew it was fast, that they’d only known each other a few months, but the words weren’t going to stay inside him. Gideon worried that maybe it was too much for Mac—
“Me, too.”
Or maybe it was just right.
He entered Mac’s warm opening, and instantly his knees quaked. Mac arched his back. His thick cock lay against his stomach.
Gideon leaned over his boyfriend and smoothed his sweaty hair back. He kissed him along his jaw line and that sweet spot where his neck met his shoulder. Sweat trickled down Gideon’s chest into the creases of Mac’s stomach.
He didn’t want to stop touching Mac. His hips, his ass, his legs, his feet, his elbows. It was all manna from heaven to him. He pushed Mac’s legs closer to his stomach as Gideon slid deeper inside him.
Mac reached around and slapped Gideon’s ass. Gideon admired his flexibility. They looked into each other’s eyes, and Gideon saw enough hope and love to help them weather this storm.
It’s going to be okay, Gideon told Mac telepathically.
“You’re gonna make me come,” Mac said. Not the response he thought, but a great one nonetheless.
“That’s the point.” Gideon sped up, banging his cock into Mac’s ass in short bursts. Mac spread his legs, allowing Gideon to thrust deeper.
Mac grabbed onto a patch of Gideon’s wild hair. He grunted with orgasm and covered his chest and stomach with streaks of himself. Gideon lost all balance and the room went white as he shot hot spurts into his boyfriend.
He cleaned the both of them up with Mac’s T-shirt, then tossed it back on the ground. Gideon promised Mac he would do laundry in the morning. They lay on the bed together, basking in the afterglow. They fell asleep soon after. Gideon was an extra strong big spoon, holding Mac tight. He didn’t want to let him go.
Φ
Gideon woke up a few hours later. Mac wasn’t in bed. He was standing at the window, gazing out into the darkness.
“Can’t sleep?”
Mac turned around. His face told Gideon sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. “I’m going back to West Virginia.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
Gideon sat up, fully awake. Streaks of light spliced through the blinds.
“I’m going to West Virginia to talk with my parents. I need to fix this.”
“How long are you going to be gone?”
“I don’t know. Winter break is starting, so everyone’s going home this week.”
“So I won’t see you until January?”
“I don’t know.” The moonlight silhouetted Mac’s strong frame.
“I can go with you, for moral support, and just in case you need to find solace in another hotel room.” Gideon smirked, but Mac didn’t react. He was already in West Virginia.
He rejoined Gideon on the bed. “I am so grateful for what you’ve done, but I need to fight this battle myself.”
