It was all I wanted, too, and so without another words I climbed up onto him. Usually, I was the type to lay back and let the other person do most of the driving, but with Leo, I buzzed with energy. I was hungry and eager, and I slammed a hand against his chest as I grabbed his cock and teased his slick crown to my rim.
I pumped his shaft and jerked myself in rhythm. “Do you have lube?” I asked.
He reached out and grabbed a bottle from beside the bed, then squirted some into his hand. The whole time, he kept his eyes on my body and raked me with his gaze. “Damn, River. I’m so in love with you.”
He pressed his lubricated cock up against my hole, and I whimpered. “Love you,” I managed to gasp.
I rotated my hips and pressed back, stretching my twitching rim over his crown. When Leo slid in, I let go of his cock and fell forward. It took both my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I rode down, taking more of him with each thrust of my hips.
Leo leaned up. He rested one hand gently on my back, guiding me, and with the other he held my cock. My hole tugged him in as I rode back harder, grinding down on his tip and dragging it across my tender spot as my orgasm grew.
“Leo!” I gasped. His grip was just tight enough. As I rode back hard on his stiff length, my cock bounced in the hot friction of his hand. My whole body lit alive, my nerves raw and aching, as my balls tugged up tight.
“River.” He grunted my name as his cock swelled. He filled me, and I grabbed at his shoulders to steady myself. “I’m going to come!”
Leo jerked his hips up hard right as I thrust back onto him, and I finally hit my climax. An orgasm rolled through my body as I went blind, the only sensations the ones rocking my muscles and singeing my nerves. I felt his wet load deep inside of me, and my cock twitched in his tight hand as I sprayed sticky cum in the air.
I fell against his chest. Leo was still buried inside me, and we were both wet and sticky with cum and sweat as our chests heaved together.
“Leo,” I whispered again, and my lips found his.
“River,” he answered, and my name sounded sweeter than it ever had before.
It sounded like love.
Epilogue
Leo
One year later
I wokeand stretched my legs straight out, then rolled over and pulled River into my arms. He wiggled, warm and cozy, and I yawned as I held him close.
“Morning,” he yawned.
After a long and loud night of fucking at his apartment, we slept wrapped up together in his bed. There was a pile of books on his desk and a couple old movie posters on the wall, and he’d slowly started filling the place with houseplants and little objects that he found at the thrift stores.
It was River’s place, and I loved it for that. I loved all the nights that we’d sneaked away here together, and I loved that he had somewhere he could be by himself. I saw how happy it made him to take charge of his life. I was just lucky to be there by his side while it all came together.
“Last morning in my River pad,” he laughed, using our nickname for the place.
“I’ll miss it,” I said. “And the park down the block. And the coffees at that place across the street.”
“Oh that’s right!” River pulled himself out of bed. “I almost forgot!” He was wearing a little pair of pink briefs, and he ran across the room to grab his jeans. “I can’t believe it.”
“Oh no,” I laughed. “Stay here! It’s the last morning. I want you in my arms more than I want one of those coffees.”
“Tough for you,” River joked as he pulled on his shirt. “I want one of those coffees.”
It was one of the little sweet things that we did for each other. River ran downstairs to get us fancy coffees and pastries, and I always made the bed because he hated to do it. We’d found a million little ways to support each other, and I was excited to find a million more.
After River got back, I tugged his clothes back off, and we lay in bed, drinking coffee and being lazy. I tickled my fingers over his belly button and traced his body until he was hard and practically begging me for more, then finally jumped on top of him.
“Our last romp in the apartment,” he laughed.
We played around for so long, we almost didn’t have time to finish packing up the River pad before Cass showed up to help us move. Once everything was packed up carefully in the back of his truck, River and I stood around in the empty living room kissing for a bit before we finally headed to our new home.
Cass pulled up to the condo building. “I missed this place,” River said. He was squeezed in the middle seat in the front of the truck, and he leaned over me to stare out the window.
