“J—oh—omigod—ayyy!” I cried, throwing my head back as I lost myself to the impossibly strong waves of ecstasy that he always seemed to draw out of me.
“Yeah, sweet boy. That’s it. You’re coming so good for me. Look at that pretty pink cock, all slicked in your cum…” he murmured reverently, wrapping his hand around my dick and using my own release as lube as he stroked me through the rest of my climax.
I choked and sobbed as my cock continued to shoot, and Jay kissed me while he stroked me, humming soft soothing sounds against my lips until I shuddered as the last wave of pleasure ran its course. When I was finally done, I collapsed against his chest, and he tugged me in close, leaving firm, affectionate kisses on my temple and up into my now-damp hair.
“You did so good, baby… You’re so perfect...” he murmured, and I shivered, wishing I didn’t have to ever get up.
I never wanted him to pull out. His warm, sweat-slicked skin felt like home, and the gentle brush of his fingers up and down my naked back felt like a promise.
It felt like forever.
“I’m so glad we met, Milo,” Jay whispered into my hair after what somehow felt like both the longest and the shortest moment of my life.
“Me too,” I croaked.
“Milo… I…”
“Yeah?” I leaned back to look at him, and he bit his lip, his dark eyebrows pinching together.
“What is it?” I pressed.
“Milo, I think… I think I’m in lo?—”
“This is a scheduled reminder! Milo Murphy needs to be at the Cortex in less than ONE HOUR for his presentation!” NOVA chimed happily, and I’d never wanted to rip her circuits out more.
“Fuck…” Jay groaned, leaning his head back against the headboard and running a frustrated hand down his face. “Almost forgot about our master plan…” He smirked at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his cheesy joke.
He tapped my bare ass, jerking his chin up with a smirk.
“Up, let’s get you showered and changed so I can show you off to everyone.” He winked, and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
He grew serious again for a minute and touched his finger to my chin gently, that strange crease forming in between his eyebrows again.
“I can’t wait until this is all over and I can really tell the world that you’re mine,” he said softly, and my heart skipped several beats at his words.
“But… uhm… What were you just about to say?” I asked, and his eyes darkened further, that possessive look welled up again, and I shivered beneath the intensity of it.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and tugged me in for a tender kiss. I sighed and melted into him, wondering if I would ever get sick of this.
“I’ll tell you after,” he murmured, and a rush of excitement shot through me.
I had a feeling I knew what he’d just been about to say, and I was pretty sure I felt the same way.
I’d never said those words to anyone before… not romantically at least.
How lucky was I that I’d found someone who might actuallyloveme?
“Promise?” I whispered.
He gave me a small smile and nodded, brushing his lips against mine again.
“I promise.”
Jay and I showered together, somehow managing to keep it PG-13. He insisted on helping me, informing me he didn’t want me to get my stitches wet.
Once we were both clean, he wrapped my arm in fresh bandages and picked out a long-sleeve shirt for me to wear so the wound on my arm would stay covered.
“Have you heard from Seb yet?” I asked, as I slipped into my vans. Jay was frowning down at his phone. I watched him card his fingers through his thick, chestnut hair as he checked their encrypted chat.
