I shook my head, but my grin widened. Maybe it would be okay in the end.
17
YUKIO
During the next few weeks,we took things slow.
I wanted to rush back into being Micah’s boyfriend because I missed him, but I knew I couldn’t. We did the right things. Micah went to work, and I didn’t skip any classes or practices. It was clear that Micah needed time to forgive me at his own pace, and I wanted to show him I respected him, so I did my best not to push too hard. A couple of times a week, after we’d said goodbye, I would go home and call him, and we would get off with each other’s voices on the other end of the line—but in person, I was careful to let him set the pace.
Midway through November I went over to his house to have dinner with him and study while he worked, and he chose to sit on the floor in front of the couch with his laptop on the coffee table. I held my breath for a long time until he pressed his shoulder against my knee. It had been so long since he’d reached out for me that I nearly did a victory dance while passing out in relief. I’d never been so worried about what someone else thought of me. I slid my fingers into his hair and truly appreciated the warmth of his body as a shock of delight shivered through me.
Later that night, he’d given me one sweet kiss, and it had almost been better than sex.
Almost.
I was hungry for Micah.
Thanksgiving came and went, and I stayed in New Gothenburg rather than flying home for the holiday because I wanted to give Micah my full attention and fix this relationship. He invited me to dinner with Alexander, and we were able to be civil—I couldn’t quite say friendly—for a full hour for Micah’s sake. We’d both decided he was worth more than our pissing contest.
And everything finally felt good again.
We weren’t having awkward moments.
It seemed like he trusted me, and I was feeling the same way about him. But we hadn’t had sex together again yet, maybe because that required something deeper than forgiveness—I wasn’t sure.
Today, I must’ve finally proven myself, though. I licked a long line up Micah’s neck. I was fucking over the moon about it as I panted with my dick straining against my basketball shorts while I pressed my body against his. I pushed him back, and he braced himself against the kitchen counter.
“This is the worst timing,” I said, then slammed my mouth over his so I could devour him. I had no idea what he’d been nibbling on before I got to his house, but he tasted sweet, maybe like peaches, and I sucked on his tongue to try to get more of the delicious flavor. My shorts slid easily over his jeans, and pleasure so good it was almost bad sliced through my gut as I roughly ground my hard-on against his. He slid down a little, and we moaned together as his legs cradled me perfectly, and I swiveled my hips.
“You are going to be late for your game,” Micah murmured as I pulled back to kiss along his jaw.
“No.”
He chuckled and gave me a squeeze. “Yes.”
With a hum, I reached my destination and sucked on his earlobe. He gasped and bucked against me, and I leaned all my weight on him. He slid his hands down to my ass and gripped me hard, and I rocked there, feeling the tension take hold of his muscles while he gasped and writhed on the spot.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “So good.”
He leaned back far enough to pout. “I want a good seat to see you play.”
Gripping the back of his neck, I smirked. “You have front row tickets for the best performance I give. They’re limited supply. You’re the only one who gets to buy them.”
His head fell back as he chuckled, and I took advantage, sucking hard on his neck above the collar of his shirt. His laughter died and he rocked faster with me. Everything about this was like a song that twisted in my skull. It was romantic and passionate and had a steady beat that invited us to fuck.
When he made eye contact with me, I bared my teeth at him, then sank them lightly in right above his collar. He yelled and trembled.
“Please, please, Yukio.”
Fuck, I loved it. He’d started begging me every time he was ready to release, and I craved the sound. He would try his best to hold on when his voice was breathy in my ear. “Wait for me,” I whispered.
He nodded and his face twisted in a pleasurable pain. I stared into his gray eyes when they fluttered open, then sucked on his bottom lip.
“Okay, Hanii. Do it. Come for me.” I rubbed harder against him, chasing down my own high, and it was so beautiful when he held me tight and whined in my ear. I could feel his dick jerking against mine, swelling and pulsing—that was it. Electricity ripped through me, stealing my breath and my desire to do anything except live and die with my lips connected to his.
We stood there breathing roughly together while cum cooled in my boxers, but I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t want to move an inch away from him. I carefully kissed him, teasing another small whimper from his mouth.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, then kissed the piercing in my right eyebrow. I liked that he’d gotten more comfortable with me. He wouldn’t have done that a few weeks ago.
