The tension of the orgasm releases me as suddenly as it grabbed me, and I nearly fall forward with the relief of it. Trent slides off my dick with a pop and pulls me onto his lap, tucking me into his solid body and holding me close just like he always does. I love this cuddling as much as I love the orgasms we share.
“I don’t know how I didn’t realize we were dating before. I wonder if I’ve spent too much time trying to understand other people without taking the time to understand myself.”
“What—” Trent stops to clear his throat and tries again. “What do you mean?”
I kiss his neck where my face is pressed against it. “I had to talk to my therapist before I understood that we’re in a romantic relationship even though it’s obvious. I think I should apologize for being so oblivious, but in my defense, you usually point things out if you think I’ve missed the subtext.”
“Ah,” Trent croaks, and it’s his body stiffening that clues me in that maybe we’re not on the same page.
I look up, and he’s staring at me with a frown that I don’t know how to interpret, which is disconcerting because I know Trent, and I usually know how to interpret the non-verbal cues he gives me. “What?” I ask, needing clarification.
Chapter 34
Trent
Magnus wants us to date?Or is he calling me out on turning this into dating without telling him. Did I do that? I wouldn’t consider it dating when?—
“I don’t think it’s dating if both parties don’t agree that it’s a date. You never agreed to go on a date with me, so it was just us hanging out as friends and pretending to be two guys who didn’t know they were dating. We aren’t actually two guys who didn’t know we were dating.” Are we?
Magnus frowns, wrinkling his brow. “No, I think we’re friends who didn’t realize they were dating, don’t you? We’ve been on a romantic track since we agreed to do this. Not just a pretend one, but we’re having sex for us now. That’s intimacy. We’re friends, but we’re exclusive with each other and we’re lovers. I think that makes us boyfriends.”
I give that a moment of thought, heart racing with some combination of nervousness and excitement. “I really think the difference here is that boyfriends have had the talk about being boyfriends—why am I arguing about this? Yes. We are dating, and yes, we are boyfriends. That’s what I want. Is that what you want?”
Magnus smiles and it lights up my entire life. “Yes, I want that.”
“Fuck, yeah, you do.” I lift my hand to his face and try to get my excited, turned on heart to stop pounding like it’s going to gallop out of my chest. “Does this mean I can finally kiss you?”
Magnus’s breath hitches. “Yes, please.”
I close the distance between us and press my lips to his.
So soft.
Breathless, I part my mouth; he moves with me, and when I slot my mouth over his, he opens like that’s what he was made to do. The first taste of him causes my softened cock to twitch and fill. My entire body ignites with fire for him. Fuck. He’s perfect. Mine. I get to keep him; I knew we were bound to meet the future together, but now—stars, supernova, blinding light.Mine.
Magnus whimpers and shifts. I move with him, crawling on top of him as he lies back on the sofa, and I nestle between his legs right where I belong. Our tongues dance, tangled together as our hips grind against each other. He’s as hard as I am and just as eager. As passionate and sexy as he always is.
I break the kiss to suck in some air. I could suffocate from kissing him, but I don’t want to die, because then I wouldn’t get to kiss him again. “Fuck, yes,” I growl, leaning up to grab our dicks in one hand.
“Yes, yes. That. Frotting. Make me come,” he begs, grabbing me around the neck and holding on like he might fly away if he lets go.
I shuttle my hand over our cocks, rocking into it with my hips. Magnus leans up, retaking my mouth, and I dive into his kiss again, jacking us off while letting the meeting of our mouths push us into the oblivion of pleasure. Magnus’s noises drive me crazy, and before I know it, I’m panting into his mouth, ready to explode again.
“Come for me,” I rasp, needing us both to get there together.
Magnus whimpers and his back arches. I thrust three more times against his cock, and it’s done for me. I look down, watching my cock explode, but microseconds later Magnus’s does too. The sight of us coming together sends a straight shot of lust to my dick, and it’s like I get two orgasms in one.
“Fuck!” The word erupts from me as I cover us both in jizz and he does the same. It’s absolutely fucking glorious.
It takes several moments before I can force myself to unclench my fingers, and then another moment to flop onto my back on the floor. Magnus immediately joins me, cuddling in close, unconcerned about the mess on our bodies. I wipe my hand on my bare thigh and pull him in. We can shower later. Right now, we’re going to stay connected in this intimate moment, as Magnus would say.
“I love you,” I murmur, reminding him, as I always do, that he’s firmly in my heart.
Magnus hums sleepily. “I love you, but I don’t know if it’s appropriate to say that to a boyfriend you’ve had for a whole minute.”
I laugh, kissing his hair. “I’ve been saying it for months. I’m not going to stop because we decided to up the stakes. You’re mine, I’m yours, and I love you.”
Magnus sighs happily. “Yeah. I like that.”
