Releasing our cocks, I reach up for another pump of lube, then lower my lubed fingers to rub against his hole. He’s still soft and a little slick inside from the multiple times we’ve touched and played in the last twenty-four hours. Two fingers slide in easily, and he clenches around them. God, to feel that around my cock again.
Jesse lets out a low moan and writhes, rocking against my hand as I work them in and out, spreading my fingers to open him. I lean down to flick my tongue over the barbell in his nipple, then suck it into my mouth as I add a third finger.
“Luc, please,” he whines.
Pulling my fingers from his body, I trail my kisses up his neck, across his jaw, to his soft, pleading mouth. The way he looks right now is something I want to commit to memory–eyes dark with lust, lips parted, disheveled hair spread out on the pillow. I want the image burned into the back of my eyes so I can see him this way every time I close my mind.
It’s hard to look away from him for even a moment, but I have to if I want to get inside him, and if I don’t soon, we might both combust. I reach for the box of condoms sitting just behind the lube and end up struggling with it. It takes me far too long to get the box out of the impenetrable shrink wrap, and then the damn thing is welded shut with a baffling amount of clear stickers that are impossible to see in this light.
Why does this stupid box have more security than prescription drugs? Shouldn’t this be easier to get into?
I’m just about to rip the whole thing in half like a gym bro with a phonebook when Jesse takes it out of my hands.
“Let me help with that,” he says through a laugh and pushes himself up to sitting.
I lean back on my heels and watch him use a knife from the snack plate we ate and set aside earlier. That was smart. Not being able to think past my throbbing dick is just another example of how gone I am.
“I guess I should have thought ahead a little better. It took three days to even talk myself into getting them. I wanted to be prepared, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous,” he says, finally releasing the spoils of my battle with the cardboard and tearing one open.
Does he not keep them around?
He notices my confusion and answers my unspoken question. “I’ve had a bit of a dry spell, but I always use protection, I’m on PrEP, and I get tested regularly.”
I nod my understanding, distracted by his touch as he rolls the condom down my shaft, then realize this is the part where I’m supposed to share my status in return. Should we have done this before swallowing so much of each other’s cum? Hell, six years ago I didn’t give it one bit of consideration before or after. Jesus. I guess it’s too late for that now.
“Um, me too. I mean– I get regular health checks, and I’ve never had sex without protection. And it’s also been a minute.”And by a minute I mean six years.
Jesse leans forward and kisses me while his hand coats me with lube. He uses my cock like a joystick, guiding me to sit. He climbs in my lap and sinks down, his hot, tight body enveloping my cock and pulling a long, deep moan from both of us. When he’s fully seated, his arms wrap around my neck, legs around my waist. We stay like that, just kissing and touching, barely rocking together until neither of us can stand it anymore, and we have to move. Wrapping my arms tightly around his middle, I help guide him while his strong, lean muscles use my waist as leverage to ride me slowly. The whole time, his mouth never leaves mine.
It's intense. It feels fucking amazing, but this is so much more than sex. The slow glide of his body, the sweat slicking our skin between us, the desperate way we hold on to each other, the gasps and cries that echo in the room… It’s powerful.
Way too soon, I’m crying out a warning into Jesse’s mouth. He answers with his own cries, body tightening, and I know I can’t hold on. Keeping one arm wrapped around him to hold himclose, I move the other to his ass, keeping him steady as I switch positions, laying him on his back.
With Jesse’s legs looped tight around my hips, I prop myself on one forearm, holding myself steady above him. My palm cups the back of his head, thumb stroking through his hair, while my free hand caresses down his body to wrap around his cock. I roll my hips, thrusting in long, slow, firm strokes.
Jesse’s moans and little cries increase until he’s calling my name. And I swear, nothing other than the sound of him singing to me sounds sweeter.
ELEVEN
LUC
Something startles me from what might be the deepest sleep of my life, but the muffled voices I thought I heard blur into the background of my consciousness and whatever fleeting dream I was having. The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the beautiful man lying next to me, sprawled out on his stomach. There isn’t a stitch of clothing on him, miles of creamy skin etched with random designs. The curve of his ass calls to me. Memories from last night, or maybe it was early this morning, have my cock ready to greet the day before I’ve even stretched.
Jesse breathes in deep, shifts, and a soft, sleepy smile curves his lips.
“Morning,” he rasps without opening his eyes.
God, this man wrecks me. I press a gentle, reverent kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he sighs contentedly. He snuggles in closer to my side, face tilted up for more kisses. His hand skims my chest, fingers wandering lower to wrap around my stiff erection.
“Is this for me?”
I groan. It pains me to remember it’ll be weeks before we can wake up like this again, so I push it far from my mind. We still have a few hours before I have no choice but to leave. Technically, I should have left yesterday, but the day melted away and I ended up back in bed with Jesse. Nothing short of a natural disaster could pull me away from this even a moment before it’s absolutely necessary.
Or at least that’s what I thought.
I hear the voices again. They’re louder, right outside the bedroom. Before I can process or cover myself up, the door swings open.
I freeze, sheet tangled low around my hips. Too low. There’s nothing but Jesse’s hand covering my very obvious erection. Heat floods my face as I register just how much of both of us is on display, and that we’ve been caught. We didn’t even make it through one weekend. I pull the sheet up, covering my dick and Jesse’s bare ass.
