“Shit,” he said wistfully, “I wanted to suckyourdick. I forgot to do that before you fucked me.”
“It’s okay,” Scott said, kissing his lovely collarbone.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
Scott laughed. “Packing up my shit, getting dinner with your cousin…”
“I’ll suck your dick after dinner.”
Scott longed to say yes to this, but forced himself to say, “Maybe focus more on… you know… all you’ve got going on…”
“Oh, but I don’twantto,” Carver sighed, nuzzling their foreheads together then grazing his teeth over Scott’s ear.
Scott shivered. “I’ll enjoy the blowjob more if I know where you stand with your wife.”
“You Boy Scout,” Carver said with affection. “Doesn’t sneaking around turn you on at all? I could tell you loved fucking me in my parents’ backyard.”
“Carv,” he said, and kissed him on the lips. “I’m not twenty-two anymore… I’ve fucked enough married people.”
“You’re probably right,” Carver said, smiling at him, his eyes bright and soft. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me from being the product of an affair.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just unhappily married.”
“Yeah. That and I watch too much porn.”
They fell quiet and went back to making out and grinding against each other. After a while Scott started to get hard again, and Carver stroked him, encouraging this.
“I’d like to sit on this,” he said.
“You sure?” Scott said, surprised. “It isn’t too much, tonight and last night?”
“Baby, I’ve been waiting almost twenty years for you to fuck me again, okay?”
Scott’s dick got harder by an order of magnitude. “Okay,” he said, sounding and feeling completely stupid.
“For so long I tried to convince myself it was just psychological,” Carver murmured, nuzzling his neck as he continued to jerk him off. “Just ‘cause you were my first. And I was honestly angry at you for it, like you propagandized me or hypnotized me or something. But now that I’ve had it again, I think I just love your dick. No one’s ever done me like you.”
Scott started to thrust against him mindlessly, targeting the seam between Carver’s thighs as if to force them apart. Carver pulled him up by his arm, into a sitting position, then grabbed Scott by the base of his dick and slid him back into himself with a dancer’s grace. Scott let out a grateful moan into Carver’s shoulder, blissfully relieved to be let back into slick hot heaven, and started thrusting up into him. Carver grabbed at Scott’s hips, as if looking for something to hang onto as he rode him.
“No one’s ever really — done me like you either,” Scott panted, grabbing at the sweaty nape of Carver’s neck and tangling his fingers in his hair.
Carver grinned at him and leaned in to whisper into his ear, “Good,” then bit Scott’s earlobe. Scott moaned, fucking him harder, wanting to fuck his way into and through Carver untilthey were wrapped around each other like a pair of interlocked rings. They were both soaked in sweat, almost slippery with it, their bodies hot and flushed.
“God, you’re deep,” Carver moaned, his voice rising in a whine.
Scott throbbed with satisfaction and kissed him, sucking on his top lip, clenching his fist in Carver’s hair. “Good deep?”
“Good, yeah, really good… do I feel good?”
“What do you think?” Scott murmured, ducking his head to kiss Carver’s throat.
Carver let out a throaty laugh, then shuddered in his arms and breathed his name; Scott throbbed again and responded with rougher strokes up into him. He felt Carver’s erection returning and starting to rub between their stomachs, and he reached down between their bodies to stroke him. Carver threw his head back, sighing, haloed by the pale light from above. Abruptly he pushed Scott back against the mattress, and Scott let himself be pushed, shifting his hips so he could still work them while horizontal. Carver gripped Scott by the waist and closed his eyes, his lips parted, riding him in passionate circles. Scott closed his eyes too. He was in the state he loved, that state of perfect focus, all body and soul bent toward one task.
In these moments he felt immortal. For as long as they lasted they contained the duration of the universe, they contained his whole self and the echo of him which he sensed would never die, would continue arcing around like a boomerang from Big Bang to Big Crunch and back again. When Scott was being what he was built to be, doing what he was built to do, he knew eternity and felt the peace of total surrender to it. He felt this now from inside of Carver, knowing they were both doing what they were built to do and doing it as one. The missing eighteen years didn’t matter, could not matter, meant almost nothing.
Scott eventually felt the need for more friction and lifted up off the mattress enough to grab Carver and pull him down onto it, rolling them back over into missionary. He knew he’d been rough and kissed Carver as he continued to thrust into him, murmuring an apology. Carver clung to him and kissed him back, whispering that there was no reason to be sorry, that he liked it. Scott pulled his hair again, and Carver let out a small grateful moan, his lids falling while his lips parted.
Finally Scott came again and collapsed on Carver, sighing, limp and tingling with ecstasy as his dick went soft inside him. Carver stroked his hair and shoulders, trailing his fingers delicately over Scott.
