Louis
24 years
It’s strange to touch someone again after so many years. Someone whose body you knew inside and out. Every vertebra, every mole. The small scar above David’s right eyebrow and his crooked little finger. The remnant of a poorly healed capsule tear. Everything is so familiar and yet so new.
David is lying on his back, his eyes closed, and I’m sitting straddling his thighs. We got rid of his T-shirt and our pants on the way to bed, but his boxer shorts are still clinging tightly to his body, trying to keep his cock in check.
With my index finger, I draw a line from his Adam’s appleto his belly button and pause. A shiver runs through David’s body, his breath catches, and tears well up in my eyes. Damn, I missed him. Even more than I realized.
Everything that has been missing with the countless men over the last few years is here, with him. His skin is warm and soft under my hands, the freckles still dancing on his shoulders. Nowhere else, only there.
I pull my T-shirt over my head, let my forehead fall onto his sternum, and all my emotions collapse over me. Violent sobs wash through my body in waves.
Until the very end, I was afraid that there was still a “but” hidden somewhere, but now, here in his childhood bedroom, where we should have been many years ago, I know that no matter how much we suffered and no matter how shitty our detour was, we made it. We never lost each other, our hearts never let go. I press my naked chest against his, he wraps his arms around me, and I let him hold me.
The alarm clock jolts us both out of a deep sleep. David jerks violently behind me and pinches my chest in shock. Now I’m awake too.
“Oh, fuck! Shit! Sorry! Did I hurt you? Do you need a cold pack?” He jumps up, so upset I can’t even be mad at him.
“It’s okay. Kiss me.” David runs his hand through his hair, as he always does when he’s insecure. I sit on the edge of the bed and tug at his boxer briefs, which I can just reach. “Come here.”
He pretends to be reluctant, but he follows me, and I pull him onto my lap, so close that our chests are touching. A soft moan escapes his lips when he realizes what he’s sitting on. I push my hips up, and what was a soft moan is now a whimper. Ah, I love how sensitive he is to my touch. How he lets go.
“We...ah, fuck... we have to go down for breakfast.” David is right.
“But we can’t go downstairs like this.” I rub my cock against his balls again to emphasize my point, though it wasn’t necessary, my boyfriend is already delirious. “Get up, take your clothes off.”
He obeys without protest, and my underwear falls to the floor.
“Lube?”
“Bedside table drawer.”
I reach to the right without really looking at what I’m doing and grab something. I immediately sense that this is not the lube and grin. “Nice. Shall we take this with us for tonight?”
“I have some in Karlsruhe too.” David stands in front of me, stark naked, looking at his feet and waiting for me to tell him what to do. Nothing has changed.
“Come here, sit back down.” I lean back on one arm and reach for our cocks with the other hand. David groans but immediately bites his lower lip. “Get us wet, please.”
He carefully drips lube onto us and my hand slides up and down without resistance.
“You haven’t done this since then?” With his head thrown back and his eyes closed, his “no” is nothing more than a hushed whisper, and I love this answer more than I want to admit.
David belongs to me. He has always belonged to me, and he will always belong to me. “No one has ever touched your cock, no one but the two of us?”
He moans, shakes his head quickly, and pushes his hips up in quick succession, fucking my hand. His cock rubs against mine and fuuuuck, that’s so hot.
I feel the tension rising in his body, his twitching cock, hearhis quiet cry, feel his load in my hand and on my stomach. Warm and sticky and so hot. Two more jerks and I follow David.
Unlike him, I’ve had many orgasms with many different men over the last few years, but none of them was anything like this here and now. Not even close, because it has never been him, my David.
***
After breakfast, we traveled back to Karlsruhe. David dropped me off at home and then went back to his place. At eight a.m. sharp, I’m sitting in my first class when my phone vibrates. I scroll through our chat and a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.
“When do you finish today?”
“5 p.m.”
