“I love you. So much. Fletcher, I fucking love you.” Taylor leaned in and kissed him tenderly. There was no rush. They were in their own world where nothing else mattered.
28
The Talking Game
Taylor loved waking up in his boyfriend’s arms. He loved the way that Fletcher loved to hold him. He loved Fletcher. He loved him.
It was so liberating being able to tell Fletcher how much he loved him. He’d never felt this way about anyone. Not even Emogen.
Fletcher was special. He was someone he could be his true self around. And Fletcher wasn’t afraid to be himself around Taylor. It was like they were perfectly made for each other. Fletcher really was his boy. He belonged to Taylor.
“Are you awake?” Fletcher asked him groggily. He ran his hands through Taylor’s hair before pressing a kiss to the top of Taylor’s head.
“Now I am,” Taylor answered. He reached up and cupped Fletcher’s jaw and tilted his head down to kiss him. He was kissing his boyfriend whom he loved! It was pure bliss.
Fletcher cupped his jaw and deepened the kiss, sliding histongue into Taylor’s mouth. They started to move their bodies over one another as the kiss quickly escalated into something heated and frantic. Fletcher reached down and cupped Taylor’s morning wood. Taylor groaned into the kiss as Fletcher rubbed him and wrapped his hand around his cock.
“Can we talk about last night?” Fletcher asked.
“Mhmm,” Taylor hummed. “About how we love each other?”
Fletcher pulled away from the kiss slightly and shook his head. “Before that. Did you learn all that from watching porn?” he asked bluntly.
Taylor gave him a sneaky smile. “Why, were you not that into it?”
Fletcher kissed him again. He squeezed Taylor’s jaw as he started to stroke him. He pressed kisses to the corners of Taylor’s mouth and on his forehead. Taylor’s breath hitched as Fletcher stroked him harder. “I think I’m a little too into it,” Fletcher confessed. “Honestly I never expected myself to be a submissive.”
Taylor snorted. “Oh, so is this a BDSM thing?” he asked Fletcher with a laugh.
“Probably,” Fletcher laughed. He pressed a kiss below Taylor’s earlobe. “What should I call you?” Fletcher asked in a flirty voice. He pressed kisses along Taylor’s jawline.
“I have no idea,” he answered honestly. “Am I your boy, Fletcher?” he asked in a low voice with a hint of sarcasm.
“Mmm,” Fletcher hummed against his skin. “You think you could be a good boy for me?” Fletcher pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’d say you were a pretty good boy last night.”
“Youwere a good boy last night,” Taylor told him. He flipped and pulled Fletcher on top of him. He locked eyes with Fletcher as he stuck two fingers into his mouth and brought them downto Fletcher’s hole. “Do you think you were a good boy last night?” Taylor asked him.
He began teasing Fletcher’s rim. Fletcher let out a strained “yes.”
Taylor could feel his orgasm build as Fletcher continued. “Do you think my good boy could come from just my fingers?” he asked seductively.
Fletcher gave him a shy smile. “I think we’ll need to find out.” He let out a moan as Taylor inserted a finger. His tight rim clenched around him. “Is your good boy making you feel good?” he asked.
Taylor nodded. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. You’re such a sweet boy, Fletch.” He moved his finger in and out and quickly added a second.
“Am I your sweet boy, handsome?”
Taylor let out a grunt as Fletcher rubbed his index finger over Taylor’s sensitive slit, gathering the precum that had leaked out. “Does your sweet boy know how to take care of his man?”
“Ah, so I’m your man?” Taylor chuckled. He scissored his fingers inside of Fletcher, which made him clench around them.
Fletcher sucked on the skin below his earlobe. “My big man,” Fletcher answered before making himself laugh. “My big, strong, hockey player man.”
“With a big manly cock?” Taylor goaded.
“Almost as big as mine,” Fletcher quipped.
Taylor scoffed. “Someone needs to pull out a measuring tape.”
