He didn’t want that. He’d fall apart if he had to leave Aaron now.
“Th-then make it yours,” Gage finally managed to say, his mind and his vocal cords working as one. He pushed against Aaron’s head, encouraging him. “Take it.”
Aaron did as he was told.
Warm. Wet.Tight.Gage gasped and bucked forward before he could stop himself. The chair slid, its wheels grainy against the floor. The movement broke the contact between his dick and Aaron’s mouth, but it didn’t last for long. Aaron followed the chair and pushed it until it was pinned against the wall, then lowered his head and swallowed Gage all over again.
Heaven.
Gage’s balls tensed and rose, and he shifted his hips to try to hold off orgasm, but he knew that if Aaron kept it up, it wouldn’t be long before he came. It was too good—too incredibly good. Gage had never been with another man, but the typically discreet part of his brain that dealt in instinct and impulse told him that the pleasure Aaron gave him was unlikely to be rivaled by anyone else. Aaron was meant for him, and he was meant for Aaron. No one else could compare.
Aaron’s lips tightened. He pulled back, sucked at Gage’s head for a short while, then slid back down and let Gage into his throat. Gage squirmed. The computer chair was pressed too hard against the wall, and he was afraid they’d do damage, but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing against it to force himself farther into Aaron’s mouth and down his throat.
Deep down, so Aaron’s body clenched around him and rebelled, trying to push him out.
Good.It was too good.
Gage hooked his hand behind Aaron’s head and bucked, causing Aaron to sputter on his cock as he took Gage’s full length. The convulsions grew wilder and more erratic, and cool air passed down the length of Gage’s shaft as Aaron struggled to suck in a breath.
Yet, despite Aaron’s apparent discomfort, he strained to push himself into Gage, sputtering and choking even as his nose pressed into Gage’s groin and his chin pushed against Gage’s full balls. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes from exertion—barely visible—and Gage’s cock throbbed at the sight of them. He didn’t want to hurt Aaron, but those tears weren’t there because Aaron was in pain—they were there because he wanted this more than anything else, and he was fighting to make it happen. His body language said it all.
He was choking on Gage’s cock, and he loved it.
Gage couldn’t get enough.
“I’m gonna come.” Gage couldn’t fight it any longer—his balls were tighter now, and overwhelming pressure shot through his groin, clenching the muscles of his gut. “I’m gonna come down your throat if you don’t stop. I’m—a-ah…Aaron…!” Aaron’s name came out as a breathless moan. Aaron’s lips sealed around his shaft, kissing his base, even as he coughed, his body doing its best to rid itself of the shaft clogging its throat. “Aaron,oh god. I’m gonna come…”
There was nothing else in the world like this. Nothing like it at all. Gage looked down and saw Aaron swallow his dick, his tear-filled eyes darkened with lust, and couldn’t take anymore. He clamped a hand over his mouth to cut the sound of his scream and came.
Dizzy with arousal, Gage pushed Aaron’s dark hair from his forehead and looked down at him. Aaron sucked and swallowed, unfazed by the fact that Gage had just come deep inside of him. It looked like he’d be happy to stay there the rest of his life. The thought gained traction in Gage’s mind until it was all he could think about, and to his surprise, his cock throbbed again.
Aaron chuckled. The sound vibrated through Gage’s shaft and made him want more, and he produced a tiny sound of excitement and threw his head back, already eager for more.
Now that Aaron was back in his life, would this be his every day? He imagined early mornings spent in bed together before Aaron had to leave for work, kissing and touching, until it wasn’t enough and Aaron dove under the covers and sucked Gage to orgasm. Nights, after Bo had gone to bed, when they’d touch and tease each other over their clothes on the couch before slipping off to the bedroom for some private time…
No more camming. No more struggling to make ends meet. Only happiness with each other.
Aaron would help him regain the confidence he’d lost while they were apart, and while he did, Gage would be the perfect boyfriend.
And one day, the perfect husband.
Color tinted Gage’s cheeks.Husband.He couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else, and yet the thought of making their relationship so official thrilled him.
One day, he’d marry his best friend.
It was hard to think that just a day ago, he’d been sure he’d live in a nightmare forever, only to find out the next day that his fairytale had begun.
When Aaron finally let his cock go, Gage let his eyes wander over Aaron’s body, still clinging to the bubbly feelings of joy his post-orgasmic mind had turned toward. Aaron was fully clothed, the top button of his shirt undone and his slacks tented from his arousal. His dark hair was a little longer than Gage remembered it having been before, but still professional and handsomely groomed. The angles of his jaw were more defined than when he’d left for Europe, possibly because of the stubble shading that part of his face, but there was something else different about him, too. When Gage looked hard enough, he saw a part of Aaron he hadn’t seen when they were younger—the features of a man who’d lived and experienced the world, and who was ready to tackle it. Maturity and capability had aged Aaron’s eyes, and power, not just physical, but emotional as well, had fortified his posture.
They were growing up, Gage realized, and they were doing it together. Aaron had taken their time apart to change himself for the better—it was time that Gage faced his fears and did the same. He needed to let go of what had been holding him back and retake that which made him strong. Aaron deserved his efforts… and so did Bo.
“Aaron,” Gage uttered. He could barely believe what he was thinking, let alone that he was speaking it. “I… I want to do something. Do you think you can help me?”
Aaron rose to his feet and rested his hands on the chair’s armrests, bending at the waist so he was nose to nose with Gage. Gage tilted his head to the side and leaned in to kiss him, loving the taste of himself on Aaron’s lips. This was how it should be—how it should have always been.
“Anything for you,” Aaron said against his lips as the kiss ended. “What is it, BP? How can I make you happy?”
Gage closed his eyes and braced himself for what he was about to say. He was ready. He needed this—both of them did. “I want you to help me put on one last show.”
