“Jude.” That’s it — that’s all he says, just my name, but it’s like he’s pressed a button. We’ve had sex before, but this is different. This is better because we’re not nameless strangers anymore.
“Aaron,” I exhale as my movements become jerky. I repeat his name over and over to make up for all the times I couldn’t use it, but I sound incoherent as I slam into him with finality, and his name is replaced with a litany of curses as I come. I’m not even aware of what I’m saying, but I don’t think I’ve cursed so much in my life.
Afterwards, I’m on the verge of collapsing on top of him. Luckily, I catch myself at the last minute and slowly pull of him. Aaron watches me, chest moving up and down with deep breaths, his lips open, practically inviting me for a kiss.
I don’t kiss him, though. Instead, I lean down and take his cock in my mouth. He’s warm and tastes slightly salty from pre-come, and I seal my lips around him as his thighs begin to quiver.
“J-Jude,” is the last thing he says in a tiny voice before he comes, his body arching up, the muscles in his legs going taut. Eventually, he slumps onto the mattress, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
I stretch out onto the bed beside him and he turns to me, eyes wide. Some tufts of hair are sticking up at random angles, and it’s adorable. “We weren’t loud, were we?” he asks.
“Probably not loud enough for your parents to hear,” I say.
“Good.” He runs a gaze over the length of me. “You look happy.”
I’m smiling, and I didn’t even realise it. I give him a look. “Of course I’m happy.”
He grins at me, and that simple action alone makes my chest tighten with feeling.
We find our underwear and slide it on because it’ll be more comfortable than having our balls hanging out. I consider pulling on my pyjamas as well, but Aaron’s wearing nothing but jocks, so I might as well do the same. Besides, I doubt I’ll get cold with him acting as my heater.
He reaches over and turns the lamp off. I snuggle up beside him, intertwining our fingers, and I feel completely content.
Most mornings, I wake up at seven thirty, but today’s different. Maybe my body senses I’m in an unfamiliar bed, so my eyes open earlier than usual. Maybe another reason I’m awake is because I’m tangled around a gorgeous guy named Aaron Wynn, whose morning wood is poking my hip.
Careful not to disturb him, I reach over for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. It’s 6:08 AM. I lie back on the bed, but there’s no point trying to fall asleep when it feels like Christmas morning.
Aaron stirs, nudging his head into the crook of my neck. “What time is it?” His morning voice is deeper than usual, and it’s ridiculously hot.
“Six,” I say.
“Jesus.”
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I murmur. “Feel free to go back to sleep.”
In the thin morning light that cracks through the bottom of his blinds, his eyes remain closed, but he presses his hips against me. I clamp my mouth shut as his arousal pushes against the front of my boxer brief, but when he rolls his hips, I know he’s torturing me on purpose.
“Aaron,” I say.
“Yes?” He still sounds sleepy, but his lower body is definitely awake.
“Kiss me.”
“But my breath — it’s going to be all morning-y.”
“I don’t care.”
So he kisses me, and ten minutes later, we shove our boxer briefs down to our ankles to jerk each other off. After cleaning up with some tissues, we lay in bed. I could almost fall asleep again.
“I don’t want to go to school,” Aaron murmurs.
“Why not? School is the best.”
He nudges me with his elbow. “Come on, no way you actually believe that.”
I laugh. “Okay, maybe not. But I always looked forward to Mondays.”
“Yeah, but I have you in my bed right now. I’d rather just lay here all day.”
