“Shut up,” I said once we got to my bed, and I sat down, unzipping his coat.
“Shutting up.” Cole swallowed and took off his coat, closed the bedroom door, and walked back to me.
He nestled between my legs and pulled my head back to kiss me. He put his hands on either side of my face and stroked my cheeks with his thumbs, studying my features, my eyes, my lips.
I grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, and as I got busy with his jeans’ button, he took my sweater off.
A few moments later, we were both naked and hard. He pushed me down in my bed and made his way down to my cock.
He wrapped two fingers around my length, and I gasped when he put me into his mouth. I went back to that night in Boston, to everything we’d shared.
It had been a beautiful night until it wasn’t. But I kept thinking how scared he’d felt, how emotional and raw, and all I wanted to do was wrap him in my arms and never let go. Keep him there, safe, forever after.
He sucked me off, faster and harder, swallowed me whole as if he had something to prove, and I guess maybe he had. But I didn’t care.
I didn’t care if this didn’t work. I didn’t care if he got scared again. I’d keep him here, in my life, and I’d take care of him and watch over him until it stopped being scary.
“I’ll battle all your fears for you, one by one,” I told him.
Cole stopped and looked up at me. He blinked, and in an instant, he looked on the verge of tears again.
“Oh, baby. Don’t… It’s okay.” I pulled him back up to me, back into my lips and kissed him over and over again until the tears dried out and his cock throbbed against mine.
I turned us around so I could be on top and then got to work. I licked his neck, his clavicle, I flicked my tongue over his nipples. They went from soft and puffy to hard under my watch, under my control. I bit one of them gently and looked at his response; felt it under me. I bit harder. Cole moaned, and I felt it all the way to my core.
I played with his nipples a while longer before I put us both out of our misery and got down to the entrée.
He was throbbing for me. Precum slicked his crown, and I took a taste with the tip of my tongue. I watched as goosebumps covered his thighs and legs.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, and he nodded before I closed my lips around his glans and sucked.
His precum made him taste slightly salty but also sweet, and I wanted more. Needed more. I sucked and sucked, desperate to savor more of him.
“Oh, Samir,” he let out in a soft, painful tone that only made me take more of him in my mouth.
I stroked him with both my fingers and my lips, licked him, and sucked him any way I could. I might not have done it before but judging by the way Cole looked at me and held onto my bedsheets, it must have felt as good as I imagined it.
I went on and on. I wanted him to come undone for me. To make him give me his all. To taste him again.
But Cole had other plans.
He pulled me back up to him and looked at me, deep into my soul with his bright gray eyes, and smiled.
It was as if we were seeing each other for the first time. Seeing each other just as we were, no holds barred. No lies. No secrets. Just us.
“I want you, Samir. It’s scary how much I want you, but I do.”
“I want you too,” I told him, and we kissed again.
“I’m sorry I ran out on you. I… I want you, this, and to find out how far we can go.”
I stared at him and felt my heart skip a beat.
“You’re everything I could have ever dreamed of and more, Cole. I want you too. I want to be with you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you.”
Cole smiled.
“I did too. I think… I didn’t realize it then, but I wanted you too.”
