Without pulling out, I shifted, manhandling Micah until he was beneath me. He looked up at me with his soft dark eyes wide, nodding his approval. My arms bracketed his shoulders as I fucked him, hot and hard, my own cock leaking into the condom. He threw his head back, exposing his throat to me and I leaned forward and sucked, making him moan louder.
Between us, his cock leaked, leaving smears of precum on my stomach, my mouth watering as I thought of tasting him again. He moved his hand to his cock, stroking in long, steady motions as I continued to fuck him into the mattress.
His moans grew louder and I knew he was close. I thrust harder, slamming into him again and again.
“Fuck.” His voice was broken as he cried out, his orgasm spilling over his fingers as his hole clenched around my cock.
My whole body was on fire with lust, my nipples aching, my cock thick and full, my balls tight. I was nearly there, and I continued fucking him relentlessly. It only took a few more thrusts before my own orgasm ripped through me, the intensity of it startling me and making me moan loudly.
We moved together through the aftershocks, my strokes erratic and ragged as my orgasm subsided, Micah moaning on every thrust. We were both spent, I dipped down and kissed him, deep and slow, groaning into it before pulling back to meet his gaze.
Micah took a breath, letting it out slowly. As he did, he moved his clean hand to my hip and stroked his thumb over my skin tenderly. I pressed another kiss to his mouth before carefully pulling out of him, holding the condom as I did. Once I withdrew completely, he let out a little whimper.
I glanced down at him. “Are you okay?”
He gave me a small smile and a nod. “I’m just not ready to be done.”
I couldn’t help but smile and chuckle softly. “Me either. But… we have all night.” As I moved away from him to go clean up, I rolled my bad shoulder a little to test it out. It hadn’t hurt much while we were in the throes of fucking, but I wanted to be sure I hadn’t made things worse. It felt good enough, considering, and I decided sex would count as doing my physical therapy exercises for the night.
I made my way to the bathroom quickly to clean up and dispose of the condom, before returning with a warm washcloth for Micah. He hadn’t moved, and I gently wiped the mess from his stomach before settling back into bed with him, the washcloth discarded to the side.
I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close while my heart rate returned to normal. Micah stayed silent for a long time, trailing his fingers across my chest and abs, before he spoke again.
“Areyouokay?”
I stroked my fingers through his short hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head, chuckling. “I’m great.”
“No,” Micah said, pulling back to look at me. “I mean, how are youfeeling?”
My chest squeezed tight hearing the underlying insecurity in his words. “No gay panic,” I reassured him. “That was probably the best sex of my life.”
He grinned slowly. “Justprobably? I’ve got to work on my game.”
I laughed and pulled him close again. “I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance. Just to be sure.”
“Right,” he murmured. “Just to be sure.”
The conversation we’d had previously drifted through my mind. “Seriously,” I said quietly. “I really liked that and I’m looking forward to seeing what else we can get up to.”
Micah trailed his hand down to my cock. “Give it a little while and we can get up to whatever you’d like.”
Chapter 28 - Micah
The next day on set, every time I caught a glimpse of Asher, my face burned with the memory of what we’d done and my chest squeezed tight with longing. I tried to focus, but found myself fumbling things, getting in the way of the camera, and tripping over my own shoelaces. I was a mess, to put it mildly.
Sterling, the show’s host, didn’t hesitate to call me out as he noticed I was off my game. “You okay? Seems like something’s got you distracted. Or someone,” he said lightly as I picked up a box of screws I’d knocked off a countertop.
“I’m great.” I was almost done putting the screws back into the container when I heard Asher’s voice from another room. My heart skipped a beat and the box slipped out of my hands. “Totally great.”
Sterling chuckled and shook his head, dipping down to help me pick up the hardware. “What’s their name?” His voice was quiet, really only loud enough for me to hear.
When I glanced over at him, he was smirking. “It’s not—”
He shrugged and waved it away. “It’s fine. You don’t have to tell me anything.”
I sighed. Iwantedto tell him. I wanted to telleveryone. But I also didn’t want to out Asher, not if he wasn’t ready. Besides, I knew how much time we had left—maybe two weeks, if we were lucky. A moment later, I was saved from the conversation by Max.
“Hey, can I get your help?”
