Oakley crooks his finger, pressing my own against my prostate. My leg shakes.
“Ready for me to take over now, princess?”
In answer, I slide my fingers free, and Oakley chuckles. He presses a kiss to the inside of my bent knee, another to my thigh. His hand slips up my leg, following the touch of his lips, his other moving inside of me, two fingers now pressing relentlessly in that slowcome hithermotion that both feels wonderful and stretches me at once. His lips continue upwards, a kiss pressed to my abdomen, one to my cock and then two, another to my pec. He stops there, his tongue slipping up the underside of my nipple in a teasing flick.
I curse, and Oakley chuckles again, likely pleased to have pulled afuckfrom me. His stubble brushes against my chest as he lays kisses, what feels like a hundred of them, a hoard of promises I’ll keep close.
By the time he reaches my neck and, finally, my mouth, I’m trembling. He’s not hesitant this time. Not scared by what this could mean or scared, maybe, of all the unknowns up ahead. His mouth meets mine as if we’ve always been saying hello this way. It’s a dance of sorts, not that I’ve ever been particularly good at that. But this is natural. Electric.
I slide my hands down the rough planes of Oakley’s chest and stomach, hair bristling my fingers, the man’s muscles jumping beneath my touch. His cock jumps, too, when I wrap my hand around it. His groan comes from deep within, and I want more of that sound. I stroke him firmly, the rhythmic tug of it mesmerizing. The feel of Oakley’s cock in my grip. The man’s reactionary moans and the bite of his teeth againstmy lip when I find a particularly sensitive spot to rub near the head.
“Oak,” I breathe out. “Want this in me.”
“Do you?” he asks almost lazily, three of his fingers inside of me now, the glide effortless as they fill me again and again. “I could make you come just like this.”
“You could. But we both know you won’t. You’re gonna give me exactly what I want.”
He lets out a softly amused breath, painted eyes meeting mine. My heart skips a beat at the imperfect perfection of his irises. An entire world of sky and earth looking back at me.
“You’re gonna pick up that lube,” I nearly whisper. “Slick yourself up. You’re gonna slide inside of me, not too slow because I can’t handle that right now, and not too fast because you’d never hurt me. You’re gonna fuck me, Oak. But we both know it’s not only that. And you’re gonna kiss me near the entire time. Isn’t that right?”
He swallows roughly, his fingers sliding free, leaving a whisper of cold against my damp skin. “You’re getting it now, aren’t you? That I’m yours?”
“You’ve always been mine. My best friend. My person. There’s no one else in this world who knows me the way you do.”
His eyes slip shut as he dips his forehead to mine. “God, Law. One of these days I’m gonna get used to the things that come out of your mouth.”
“I hope you don’t,” I admit. “I like you blushing for me.”
He groans, dropping his face to my neck and biting lightly. “You gotta stop.”
“Then put your mouth on mine, Oak. That’s a surefire way to shut me up.”
Oakley lifts his head, his eyes holding mine for a long moment. He leans over just long enough to grab a condom from the drawer, lifting it in question. I shake my head, the precaution not one either of us needs anymore. He drops it back in the nightstand, unopened. His eyes never leave mine as he settles in close. I pull my knee into the air, giving him plenty of room to get inside of me. His gaze flicks down for only a second or two, the pressure against my ass expected and welcome.
His eyes come back to mine as he presses forward. There’s so much it feels like he’s saying without words. I remember him telling me before, when I was tied up nearly in this exact spot, that he wouldn’t be pretending it was anyone but me in his bed. I should have understood all that meant. That I wasn’t interchangeable.
It may have taken me longer to catch on, but I can see it now. The rapture on Oakley’s face. The way he’s not hiding from me. Not trying to shy away from my gaze on him in return. He’s utterly bared, and maybe it’s always been this way. Maybe I really am a fool when it comes to love.
But all I see in Oakley’s eyes is relief to be where we are now. There’s no remorse. No pain or wishing things were different. There’s joy. Warmth. A little bit of disbelief and a whole lot of ecstasy.
And knowing I can make Oakley feel as good as he makes me feel simply by offering myself? Bybeingmyself?
There’s no greater acceptance than that.
Oakley leans over my body as his cock comes to rest fully inside my ass, not a single barrier left between us. His weight presses my own cock to my stomach, one of Oakley’s hands threading through the hair at my temple as blue and brown drowns out everything else.
When he kisses me, I’m fairly certain I can hear the breeze. Feel the sun on my face. We’re flying, just him and me, still lost boys in a lot of ways but, like always, together in our very own Neverland.
It never was about staying young forever. Everyone grows. We all age. All live our lives for however long that may be.
The important part is keeping close those we care about. It’sliving. It’s hope and love and chasing one another through the clouds.
It’s pixie dust. So much of it, there’s no room for anything else.
No, I never was running after Peter Pan. It was Oakley I was running towards.
Always.
