The time for talking was over. Lance’s cock was rock hard, and Tanner’s ass was dripping with lube and waiting to be filled. Lance took his time, breaching him with a few fingers first. He’d done it to girls before, so he was familiar with what needed to be done, but they had never moaned and lifted their hips in pleasure the way Tanner did. He got to three fingers before Tanner began begging him to stop teasing him and get on with the fucking.
With a chuckle, Lance relented and pulled his fingers out. He put on the condom and covered it with lube, almost coming from the anticipation of burying himself inside Tanner’s hot body. Pressing the head to Tanner’s entrance, he felt the first ring of muscle tighten then relax, as he paused to let Tanner adjust to his size. With each slow thrust, rocking back and forth,Lance finally worked his dick into Tanner. The pressure was exquisite, and the sound of Tanner’s moans and desperate pleas filled Lance with a need unlike any he’d ever known.
After those first few minutes of pleasurable torture, he finally bottomed out and they both gasped with relief at the sensation. Lance swept the hair out of Tanner’s face, and he pressed kisses to his forehead, neck, and lips. He was concerned about Tanner’s comfort but before he could ask for reassurance, Tanner read his mind.
“You feel amazing,” Tanner promised, and then with a touch of humour, added, “Huge, but amazing.”
Lance snorted but gave an experimental thrust. Tanner clutched his shoulders compulsively as he groaned in pleasure and lifted his hips.
They were off to the races after that. Their bodies found a rhythm like that of a languid dance. Rushed thrusts, followed by longer, drawn out pushes and pulls. Lance kept kissing Tanner, feverish with need, trying to hold off his orgasm. He was being driven wild by Tanner’s desperate pleas for more, his fingers scoring Lance’s skin, as if trying to dig into Lance. Then there was the heat. Like a pool of liquid magma building steadily between them. The pressure built until he lost control of his hips completely. He slammed into Tanner with everything he had, encouraged by his shouts of pleasure. Suddenly, he found himself teetering dangerously close to the edge.
“Fuck—Fuck! Lance, I’m gonna—I need—" Tanner shouted brokenly, while Lance knew he was right there with him but didn’t have the breath to speak.
Instead, he reached for Tanner’s cock, jacking him to the rhythm of his pounding, pulling him over the edge with him. Lance almost blacked out as he came so hard.
They were both speechless for awhile. Lance rested partially on top of Tanner, putting most of his weight on hiselbows so he didn’t crush him. He was still hard and wanted to stay inside Tanner for a few more minutes. As his cock slowly softened, he reached down to grab the condom at the base of his dick and pulled out slowly. Tanner moaned as he slipped out completely.
He marvelled at the overwhelming sensations, wondering with some amusement how it could be like this. How—how—could it be this, when it had never been anywhere near this amazing with anyone else. How had Lancestumbledhis way through life to find Tanner? It felt ridiculous and serendipitous all at once, and while Lance was willing to just run with it, he thanked his lucky stars for this wonderful man in his bed.
“I’m really down with the whole gay thing—but falling asleep covered in jizz is just a tad much, dude,” Tanner declared with a snort, breaking Lance out of his trance, and making him laugh.
Tanner tried to get up, but his left leg wasn’t cooperating, so Lance pressed him back down to the bed with a thorough, heated kiss.
“Stay,” he ordered and went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to clean up Tanner.
After he’d cleaned himself up as well, he slid back under the covers to cuddle closer to Tanner. The nightlight next to their bed afforded just enough light for Lance to read Tanner’s expression.
“Are you doing okay?” Lance could not help himself. He wanted so much to take care of Tanner, seeking reassurance that all was well so he could get some sleep.
Tanner thought about it for a moment. “I’m much better than just okay.”
Lance smiled and pressed a kiss to Tanner’s forehead.
“Good night, sweetheart,” Lance said, remembering how Tanner responded so positively to that endearment earlier.There was some muttering about pet names, which made Lance chuckle, and then they drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 14
It seemed as if Dr. Jones knew Tanner had something special to talk about that Tuesday. Maybe she came equipped with some sort of spidey-sense/shrink-feelers that warned her in advance of his arrival. Another one of life’s greatest mysteries.
Tanner just had the best weekend of his life, and it was all because of Lance. They’d fucked like rabbits and, during their rest breaks, watched sports on TV, had a few beers, and finished up several house projects. Tanner hadn’t had a single bad dream, and while he knew it wouldn’t always be this way, he felt so much better now than when he’d been buried in a pit of despair prior to meeting Lance.
Dr. Jones was all smiles as Tanner took his usual spot on her large leather couch. She looked him up and down, appraising him as one would cattle at the stockyard. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her.
“You look good,” she told him, getting right to it.
“I feel good,” he admitted with a shrug. She waited for him to offer more information. Usually, this was the part where Tanner squared off with her, refusing to budge—to protect himself, but today—it felt like too much work. He’d been hanging onto so much luggage for so damned long. And all for what?
“I met someone.”
She nodded like she already knew. He pulled one of her decorative pillows into his lap, playing with the fringe along the seams to help relieve his nervous tension.
“A man,” he added, because he might as well come out and fucking say it, right? It was the whole point of sitting here once a week for an hour, forcing his ass to stay parked on this huge leather couch, wasn’t it? To admit to things, usually for the very first time. To come to terms with making decisions, right or wrong. He needed to man up and deal with this momentous decision he had made to be with Lance. Didn’t they both deserve his honesty?
She gave him a soft smile, looking neither surprised nor shocked. Perhaps shedidalready know, or maybe she needed a whole lot more than that to be surprised or shocked. Impossible to tell either way with her.
“Would you like to talk about him?”
Yes. He would like to. Just not for the reason he’d expected to. He talked about him mainly because Lance had started putting pieces of him back together. Pieces of his soul that he had thought were broken forever. He hadn’t thought it was possible. He talked about Lance because it was all he could think about these days. Because Lance was a safe place to land, and Tanner hadn’t come across one of those in over three years. He talked and talked, and she listened to everything. Tossing around ideas with him whenever he needed help with some aspect of the blossoming relationship that concerned or confused him. When Tanner ran out of things to say, he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her opinion.
