“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher cried.
“Saddle up, cowboy,” Taylor said as he took his fingers out of Fletcher and tapped him on the ass.
“Benched,” Fletcher breathed out as he got on top of Taylor. He reached back and got Taylor slicked enough before slowly sliding down onto him. “Fuck,” he cried out. “You’re so fucking big.” He leaned down and kissed Taylor as he began to ride him.Taylor held his waist as he thrusted up into Fletcher.
“Is that good, baby?” Taylor asked.
“So fucking good,” Fletcher panted. They found a good rhythm and Fletcher could tell Taylor was close. Taylor grunted as he dug his fingers into Fletcher’s skin and thrusted harder, hitting Fletcher’s spot each time. He felt like he was nearing another orgasm as Taylor continued to thrust at the perfect angle. He felt himself clench around Taylor each time he pulled out.
“Good job, sweetheart. Keep doing that. You’re fucking perfect, Fletcher. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He felt Taylor come inside of him right as he finished. His cum coated Taylor’s stomach as he leaned in to kiss him and ride their highs together.
“I fucking love you, Taylor,” Fletcher cried out.
“My perfect boy. I love you.”
Fletcher rose off of Taylor before collapsing down on his chest. Taylor wrapped his arms around him and pushed Fletcher’s hair back out of his face. “So sweet,” he whispered to him. “Such a sweet fucking boy.”
“Your sweet boy. Yours.”
“Mine. You’re mine forever.”
34
The Morning Game
Taylor didn’t know what to expect when he decided to spend the Fourth of July with Fletcher’s family. He especially didn’t expect a seven A.M. wake up call from Fletcher’s mom asking if they would be coming to church.
Fletcher sat up and had the phone on speaker as he spoke to his mom. “So you can hear the type of bullshit I have to deal with,” he told Taylor with the phone on mute.
He let out a frustrated sigh and pressed un-mute. “I don’t know, Mom. I kind of would like to sleep in for once.”
“You haven’t heard one of Bubs’ sermons in months, sweetie. I know he would love it if you and Piers came to one of the services.”
Taylor sat up and pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s bare shoulder as he flickered his gaze to Fletcher.
“I think Bubba would live if I didn’t come this week. Piers and I are both exhausted from traveling so much. He’s still asleep on the couch,” Fletcher lied. “I’d hate to wake the guy up afterthe long day we had.”
Taylor pressed mute on Fletcher’s phone as he gave him a tender kiss.
“What if you guys came to one of the later services? The eleven o’clock one.”
Fletcher groaned and threw his head back in annoyance. “She won’t give up,” he mouthed to Taylor. He pressed un-mute on his phone as Taylor ran his hand up and down Fletcher’s back in soothing strokes.
“I don’t know, Mom. Maybe. It’s still four hours away so I’ll call you if I decide to come.”
“Just think about it, sweetie. It would make us so happy if you came.” His mom ended the call and Fletcher groaned as he dropped back down to his pillow.
“I forgot you guys were a church family,” Taylor said as he laid back down and propped his head up on his elbow. He dragged his pointer finger up and down Fletcher’s chest.
“Not just a church family. We own a fucking church. Four, actually.”
Taylor smiled as he pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s chest. “The preacher’s grandson is a naughty, sinful boy.”
Fletcher huffed. “This is so fucking stupid. They always use my grandfather to guilt trip me.”
“I haven’t been to a church since I was like nine,” Taylor said. “And that was because I made the mistake of having a sleepover on a Saturday night with the most religious kid I knew.”
Taylor and his family weren’t religious. They weren’t even the type of family that would only go to church on Christmas and Easter.
