“It’s not something I’ve thought much about,” I told him truthfully. “I never pictured…I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have someone like you.”
His face, which had been falling, lit up again at that. “But now youdohave me.”
“Now I do. And I don’t ever plan to let you go. So, you know what?Fuckyeah, let’s do it. Let’s get married!” I was really getting into the idea.
“I didn’t meannow,” Aidan said quickly, bursting my bubble. “I think we should just keep dating for a while. Get to know each other. Marriage is…well, it’s a sacrament. We shouldn’t rush into it.”
“Worked okay for the Boss and Mr. D,” I half-grumbled.
“That was a very different situation.” But Aidan was grinning at me, running his fingers through my hair. “Maybe down the line we can talk about it again?”
“Definitely.” Now that I was picturing it, my ring on Aidan’s finger, I wanted to make it a reality. But I could wait, like he wanted. For a little while. “One day I’m gonna make you mine in front of everyone, Aidan O’Leary.” I rubbed my nose against his and smiled. “For now, you need to roll over so I can make you mine right here.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
From time to time I’d worried that the Catholic guilt would get to Aidan, that he’d go all quiet and remorseful, get the same look on his face he used to after each time we’d messed around in Boston. But he never did. I figured if he wasn’t going to feel guilt, I sure as hell wasn’t, and I thanked God every night for giving Aidan over into my care.
Tonight I wanted to take care of him in a way he hadn’t experienced before. I kissed my way down his back, then had him pull up his knees under him, so his ass opened up for me. He liked fucking in this position, me behind him and draped forward over his body while he knelt there with his arms out to the side. He said it made him feelcherishedto feel me over the top of him, and even though it was an old-fashioned word, I thought it fit perfectly.
So I was going to cherish him tonight, but I was going to give him something new first. I nuzzled into the soft dip just above his ass, where he smelled mosthim: the soap that I loved him for and the faint but still stark aroma of incense that always seemed to linger on his skin. Maybe the incense was my imagination, but I kissed him there, reverently, and then I moved further down behind him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, half-giggly, half-nervous.
“Loving you,” I told him, and then I licked over his asshole, making him yelp. “Hold still,” I laughed.
“What are youdoing?”
“Mm.” I gave his hole a kiss, swirling my tongue around and tickling the center. “Eating you out, baby. Relax and enjoy.”
“I don’t think—” he started, and cut himself off with a moan when I rolled my tongue against his hole again.
“Yeah, definitely don’t think,” I told him, and then I got down to it, tongue-fucking him until he was wriggling and pleading, pressing back to get more of my tongue into him, his hole wet and open. I pulled his cheeks wide, rubbed my face over his sensitive skin until he begged me to stop, to fuck him, to let him come.
He’d come alongway from blushing at the mere idea of kissing.
I moved down to suck on his nuts for a while, soaking him with my spit, pressing my nose into his taint and playing with his cock where it bobbed against his belly.
“We’re definitely doing this again,” I told him when I couldn’t stand not being inside him any longer. I slapped his asscheek as I sat up behind him, and Aidan only moaned his agreement. “Sounds like I knocked the words right out of you, baby, and that was just with my tongue. Wonder what my dick will do to you, huh? Let’s find out. Show me you want it.”
He reached behind to hold his ass open for me, not even attempting to speak this time. For a second I considered making him beg for my cock, but I was too hot for him, my skin crawling with desire. I slicked myself up with a handful of lube and plunged into him in one go, slow but steady, my hand in the small of his back to keep him stable, to remind him that he was safe and loved.
I hit base and paused so he could adjust, his ass clutching at me, and I reached under to give his dick some attention. I fucked him with long, deliberate strokes, letting him take over jerk-off duties on his own cock after a few minutes so I could concentrate on nailing his prostate, and he thanked me for it in gasping, wordless groans. My orgasm came on like a tidal wave, triggered by the one word he did manage to get out: my name. I slumped forward over him as I emptied out into his ass, panting against his shoulder, kissing across his back with sloppy lips and no finesse.
Before he could finish off himself, I pulled out and turned him over, swallowing down his dick and blowing him through the last of my own orgasm into the beginning of his, and I let him spill down my throat as his thighs clamped over my ears, his hands threaded into my hair.
After cleaning up, we snuggled, drowsy and delighted in each other.
“Gotta sleep soon,” he mumbled at last. Aidan still rose early for prayers in the mornings. I’d gotten used to the quiet click of the rosary through his fingers in the early hours and the low murmur of his prayers. I liked it, actually, liked that he might have changed in some ways but at his core he was still the same Aidan O’Leary, committed to God and to living out his faith.
I loved him for it. It gave me hope that maybe he could intercede for me, put in a good word on that day when I reached the Pearly Gates.
“Yeah, I have to be up early, too,” I said. “So go to sleep. Love you, baby.”
He grinned without opening his eyes. “Love you, too, Future Husband.”
Epilogue
