“Fall…”
“No. I know that’s not you. I know it’s not. I feel it.” Fallon lifted his head up. “I know that to you, I’m just…me.”
“My boyfriend,” Gage said.
“Mm.”
“The love of my life.”
Fallon shuddered and rocked his hips into Gage. “Can we have sex? I want you.”
“We need to be careful,” Gage murmured as he tilted Fallon’s head back and grazed teeth along his neck. “I’ve read the books, and we don’t want to get anything started if you want the surgery.”
“Just use your mouth,” Fallon said, squirming harder as Gage slipped a knee between his legs and pushed up. “Fuck. Can you? Please?”
“I want nothing more,” Gage said. He rolled over, easing Fallon onto his back, and with a single tug, had his sweats down around his ankles. He stared down at his lover. His boyfriend. His everything.
He was so fucking gorgeous.
Pushing Fallon’s shirt up toward his chest, he ran his palms from his sternum down to his hips, then gripped him by theknees and pushed them up as far as they could go. It wasn’t far at the moment, but it was enough to expose his swollen dick, and Gage’s mouth began to water.
“Can I finger your ass, baby?”
Fallon groaned and wriggled his hips. “Yeah. Yes. Make me come.”
Gage needed no other invitation than that. He shuffled down, ignoring the tired ache in his shoulders as he parted his lips and took Fallon’s dick into his mouth. His boyfriend’s thighs jumped as he began to suck him, tongue laving over the head, swirling around the short length as his fingers began to trace a line over his front hole. He gathered wetness from it, then dipped his fingers lower and pressed against his ass.
“Please,” Fallon gasped. “I’m close. I’m really close.”
“I’ve got you,” Gage whispered. “Let go, baby. Come on my face.”
Fallon moaned louder, hips fucking against Gage’s face as he sucked him harder, fingers slipping into his ass to the first knuckle. He cried out softly as Gage felt his dick thicken, and then there was a gush of fluid as he came.
Gage lapped it up, swirling his tongue around Fallon’s front hole before moving back to his dick. He pushed his fingers into his ass just a little further. “More?”
Fallon hummed and moved his hips. “One—one more. One more.”
Gage sucked his dick into his mouth again, rolling his lips over the head the way Fallon liked best. It was clear he was sensitive because his thighs immediately began to tremble. Gage fucked his ass gently with his fingers, leaning in to wet them a bit with his tongue, and with one last suck, Fallon came again on a sharp cry.
Gage’s own cock was straining against his pants, and he laid his head against Fallon’s thigh as he undid the buttonand zipper and took himself in his hand. There was a slight commotion, and Gage glanced up to see Fallon pushing himself up on his elbows.
“I want to watch you,” Fallon said. “Want to see you make yourself feel good.”
“You make me feel good,” Gage said with a soft grunt as he began to stroke himself. “This is all you, my darling. You turn me on so fucking much.”
Fallon watched with heavy eyes as Gage began to jack himself hard and fast. He was exhausted and horny and feeling better than he had in so long. And being right there next to Fallon’s spill—the scent of him in the air, the taste lingering on his tongue—Gage didn’t last.
He felt the heat of it hit him in the balls, spreading through his hips as he fucked his fist. The edges of his vision went foggy, and then he came. It was a slow roll, like summer thunder, and he spilled on the blankets between them.
Groaning, he rolled his face back against Fallon’s dick and gave it a long, wet, messy kiss before pulling back and going up onto all fours. “We need a shower.”
“Mm. And sleep,” Fallon said.
That had never been more true. Gage dipped down and gave Fallon a kiss, then lifted them both to their feet. “I’ll clean up in the morning.”
Fallon wrapped his arms around Gage, kicking off his sweats, then going up on his toes to kiss him. “I love you. You know that, right?”
Gage held him by the chin and met his gaze. “Yes. I absolutely do.”
