And with those words, Luca is gone too. Not that it matters who you bring home here in this house, but basically, Papa is right.
“Would you two like to have a barbecue tonight? Hopefully, Jannis and Luca will have made up by then and can sit at the same table. You have a little time to rest while we clean up here.”
That sounds fantastic. As if on cue, I start yawning. I’m so tired—that nap in the car clearly wasn’t enough.
“Come on, Lou, I’ll take you to bed.” David stands up, holds out his hand to me, and I take it. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leads me up the stairs and into the last room on the left. He still knows his way around.
“Why did I have to set up this trip to your parents’ house? Why haven’t we visited before this?” David stands in front of me with his head bowed, tugging at my T-shirt. “Am I embarrassing you? Are you uncomfortable with us being together again after everything I’ve done? I know I hurt you, and to be honest, I only now begin to understand how much. I’m so sorry, but I can’t undo it. All I can say is that I missed and loved you every single day. That’s all I have, I just hope it’s enough.”
I lean forward, rest my head on his chest, and take a deep breath. “I was afraid to come back here. All our firsts happened here. When you broke up with me, I cried every single tear in this room. When I missed you so much that I didn’t know which way was up or down, I came here. On our anniversaries, on the day we broke up, because I couldn’t bear to be anywhereelse. Everything here is connected to the old us, but I don’t want to live in the past with you. I’m afraid that what we have now will be crushed by old memories.”
Two strong arms wrap around my shoulders, holding me tight. “But the old memories are also part of us—the good ones and the difficult ones. I’ll never forget how we kissed here for the first time, how we slept together for the first time. We were so curious, so eager for each other, and so, so awkward. Yet, I’ll never forget how it felt when you were inside me for the first time. We had better sex a thousand times after that, and yet it was special. And now we have the chance to create new memories. Maybe with something we’ve never done together here before,” he says before he pauses. “Come on, get naked for me.”
I don’t understand anything, but I follow David’s example and drop my clothes. One piece after another, until we’re standing naked in front of each other, both hard. I wait. What is he up to? What does he want to do? Normally, I’m the one who calls the shots. Not knowing what’s going to happen makes me nervous and excited at the same time.
David closes the distance, not a millimeter between our bodies, and pushes me step by step towards the bed. With every movement, his cock rubs against my stomach and mine against his thigh.
I don’t have to be dominant, I love to let myself go, our roles were just always clearly defined because David didn’t want to take the reins. Or couldn’t, who knows.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s still gentle, and if I didn’t follow his movements, we’d stand still. He has an idea, but no thoughts about how to implement it. He doesn’t have to. The edge of my bed hits the backs of my knees, and I tip over pulling David with me. I used to be on top, had to decide whether I wanted tokiss him or rub our cocks together, and I always chose the kiss.
Maybe that was a mistake, because admittedly, David has to bend a little, but he kisses me while he rolls his hips almost unbearably slowly. I never saw the appeal of rubbing cocks together when I could fuck—until today.
We have never been as close as we are right now. Our legs intertwined, hips against hips, chest against... well, almost chest, lips against lips. I can feel him everywhere. Nothing has ever felt more intimate.
“Is that... ahhh.” A shiver runs through David’s body as I press my hips against his while he moves. “Is that good for you?”
His question is more of a whisper than spoken words, so much uncertainty in his voice. I pull him a little closer to me, his face pressing into my neck, and I grab his hair tightly. “So good.”
He’s torturously slow. I feel like I’m hanging by a thread, dying if I don’t come right now, but I resist the urge to turn us around, the urge for more speed, more friction, to come faster. This is David’s moment, David’s way of showing me how much he loves me. Something we’ve never done before, a new memory, and I’m enjoying every second of it.
I’m close, my orgasm within reach, when David picks up the pace. I moan and hold myself tighter against him. “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop.” I try to suppress my cry, but it’s useless, too much pent-up lust bursts out of me, powerful and uninhibited.
My cock twitches and throbs next to his. He presses his head into the pillow beneath me, and only I can hear the loud, drawn-out moan. His cum mixes with mine, becoming one between us. One. Something we had been for so longand always have been, even when we weren’t together.
Since we’ve met, we’ve never really existed without each other. We might not have been together, but we were always in each other’s hearts. Six years without David, six years in which time didn’t heal any wounds. Time did not stop, it relentlessly moved on, at least that’s how it felt. But it was only rushing to reach the point where we could finally be together again. David and Louis. Louis and David.
We shower before getting back into bed, and David holds me so tightly, as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish into thin air. But I’m not going anywhere, I never would have gone anywhere. I’m the one who’s afraid. A little less every day, but especially in the beautiful moments, the memories rush back to the long time when no one held me, not like this. When I was searching for exactly this feeling, which obviously only he can give me.
Chapter 51
David
25 years
When I wake up, it is late afternoon. The house is quiet, and I wonder if we are alone. My hand rests on Louis’s back, who has turned onto his belly at some point in the last six hours. His outstretched arms accentuate the triangle formed by his broad shoulders and narrow hips.
I let my index finger wander down his spine. Thoracic spine, lumbar spine, I stop at his sacrum just as Louis exhales with a slight moan and pushes his bare ass towards me.
Does he want me to continue? I’ve never done this before... Is he into it? Has he done this before? Not with me, obviously,I’m not a top, but maybe... with others?
“Have you ever bottomed?”
“Hm?” Sleepily, he lifts his head and looks at me. I have to kiss him; I can’t help it. I close the distance and press my lips to his. Then I ask my question again.
“Yes, a few times.”
“Did you like it?”
