Another thrust pushed a moan from Gage’s lips so powerful that his hands did little to dampen the noise. He bit his palm instead, squeezing his eyes shut as he fought against the pleasure.
So close.
He was so close…
“Come for me.” They were hot words whispered against Gage’s ear, a sinful command that left Gage eager to submit. “Come while I’m inside you. I want to feel you lose control. I want to be the one to drive you to the edge.”
“Aaron.” Gage trembled. He worked his hips in time with Aaron’s, on the cusp of orgasm. “Aaron.”
“I love you.” Aaron nipped his earlobe. “Gonna give you my knot, BP. Are you ready for it? Prove it to me.”
One more thrust, and there was no going back. Gage screamed into his palm and sank his teeth into the flesh until his hand burned from pain. Orgasm crashed into him, amplified by his heat from something spectacular to something monumental.
And as his body clenched and pulsed, his balls taut as they emptied, another force seized him.
Aaron’s knot was swelling.
“Oh f-f…” The word was muffled by his hand, but the pleasure that had forced it from Gage’s lips remained the same. He bucked and squirmed beneath Aaron, pushing him deeper, until Aaron’s knot had grown too large to permit wild movement. Every now and then, Aaron’s cock twitched inside of him, and Gage felt his cum flood his body.
It was done.
Aaron pulled his wrist aside, separating his hand from his mouth, and kissed him fiercely. Gage kissed back, and as orgasm robbed them both of their senses, he pushed Aaron’s supportive arm out from beneath him and brought them both to tumble onto the bed.
Even though Aaron was locked inside him, he kept thrusting. The short, greedy thrusts milked the last of the pleasure from Gage’s balls and extinguished some of the fire burning inside.
Fire he knew would ignite anew soon enough.
Fifteen minutes later, when they’d exhausted their jaws from kissing and Aaron’s knot had loosened enough that they could part, Aaron smoothed the hair back from Gage’s forehead and beamed down at him. Gage, exhausted and finally ready to get some sleep, smiled back.
“I’ll go get some heat blockers from my dad,” Aaron murmured. He stole one last kiss from Gage’s lips, then carefully pulled out of him. Gage shifted his hips and whimpered, not wanting Aaron to go. “Do you think it’s too late for them?”
“Not yet. In a handful of minutes, maybe. Just… just don’t stick it in me again until I’m medicated, and we’ll be okay.”
“Until?” Aaron wiggled an eyebrow, and Gage grabbed a pillow from the bed and batted him with it. Aaron laughed. He climbed off the bed, pulled on his pajama pants, and headed for the door. “I’m going, I’m going. And when I come back…”
Gage buried his head under the pillow and grunted in frustration. Secretly, he smiled. They weren’t going to get any sleep, and he was sure he’d curse himself for it later, but these were the moments he’d never forget.
Aaron was home, the secret was out, their family was about to grow, Bo would finally get the treatment he so desperately needed, and the future would be theirs.
It won’t be forever. You’re doing this for him. One day, he’ll be back, and your world will be right again.
He’d been right.
The wait was over. The rest of his life was about to begin.
33
Aaron
Coffee fueled Aaron through the next day, and then kept him going through the days after that. How he kept his sanity during that time was an entirely different matter—and something he owed entirely to Gage.
Together, they’d gone to see his father’s pulmonologist. As it turned out, Marshall’s original doctor had retired, and a new one had taken his place—Dr. Chen, who was not all that much older than Aaron himself, was able to answer their questions succinctly and arranged for additional testing almost immediately. Between Marshall’s medical history and the test results from their earlier attempts at diagnosing Bo, all that was left to do was take Bo in for a CT scan followed by a percutaneous lung biopsy—a procedure Aaron dreaded to think a boy as young as Bo would have to go through, but a necessity in making sure that a proper diagnosis was given.
Five days after their visit to Dr. Chen, Aaron stood with Gage inside the operating room as Bo stared at them from where he lay on the operating table. His lungs rattled, struggling to draw oxygen. Until Bo was sedated, they were allowed to be in the room. After that, they’d be escorted out and asked to wait while the biopsy was underway.
As the anesthesiologist worked to prepared the sedative, Bo’s eyes shifted from Gage to Aaron, and to Aaron’s surprise, he lifted a hand and reached toward him. The tiny hospital bracelet on his wrist slipped down his arm.
“Hey, little man,” Aaron said softly. “You’re doing a really good job being grown up right now. I know this isn’t fun.”
