Stone fucking loves getting me off. I’m watching him come into his own with another man, and his attention gives me permission to go all out.
I drive my hips back hard, taking more of him, then drive them back again. Stone groans his appreciation as I thrust and fuck his fist, desperate for friction and release. My orgasm screams, demanding I hit climax, and the warmth of his tongue explodes through my consciousness.
There’s nothing except for the two of us. My face is in the pillow, and I can’t tell if I’m screaming his name. All I know is the pure sensations that ignite from my core as my rim seizes and tugs.
Fat jets of cum spray onto the blankets, and I tumble forward, unable to support my own weight. Ravenous, I don’t stop, but pull Stone up to kiss me. I don’t care where his mouth has been; I just need to kiss him.
Pulling him to the bed, I crawl down. My muscles are shaky, and I’m dizzy, but I keep going. I yank his pants down, find his pulsing, dripping cock, and shove it in my mouth.
I fist his length and slobber all over him, and Stone grunts over and over.
“Babe. Fuck. Babe, oh my god.”
His cock swells in my mouth. He tastes musky and salty as I take him into the back of my throat. Aftershocks rock through my body as I rub his balls and pump his base, needing his release.
With a groan that’s definitely not quiet, Stone thrusts up hard into the back of my throat and shoots. His release drowns me, dripping from my lips as I suck him up and think about the fact that his tongue was buried in my ass just seconds ago.
I lay there, exhausted, with my sweaty face pressed to his bare thighs. Stone, collapsed against the mattress, reaches out and rubs the back of my head as he catches his breath.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper once I can finally make words again.
He rubs his thumb behind my ear, caressing me. “You too, Matty.”
* * *
The next morning, I wake up annoyingly early and lie in bed for a while. Stone is deeply passed out, occasionally letting out little snores that I love, and I enjoy the feeling of just holding him like that.
After hooking up last night, I wasn’t sure whether he’d want to hang out with the geeks all evening. Two days in the vacation house would be a lot to spend with a bunch of strangers. As soon as dinner was over, though, he got wrapped up in a game of cards with Horatio, Alexander, and Rafael.
He could have sat at that picnic table all night if I hadn’t finally dragged him to bed myself.
Not that I minded. It’s just weird that most of my friends still think of Stone as my legitimate boyfriend.
Being reminded that he isn’t feels like the start of a major depressive episode, like that thunderstorm might crack open again. I don’t want Stone to just stick his hands in his pockets and saunter away, same as he sauntered in.
I want to be his. I want to believe this can work.
I trace my finger gently across the high arch of his cheekbone, then crawl out of bed. I wander to the bathroom and then downstairs for some water. The sun is just barely above the tops of the trees, and I expect that everyone else is sleeping, but after I notice the coffee pot on, I spot Milo standing on the deck.
I pour myself a mug and slip out to join him. “Having a good birthday weekend?”
He turns with a smile. He’s still in his flannel pajama pants, and he’s got a wool blanket hanging over his shoulders. “Perfect. Just watching the light on the water,” he says with a nod to the lake. “How about you?”
“Like every year, I’m having a wonderful your birthday.”
Milo laughs, and I join him at the picnic table. “I’m glad.”
“It’s so nice to meet Hilton, too,” I offer.
After years of torturing myself, pretending that I’m chill about Milo having a new boyfriend, I’m surprised that I actually say this without my gut twisting.
But it’s true. Hilton’s sweet and friendly, and he obviously treats Milo right. It has been nice getting to know him and nice knowing that Milo is happy, too.
We’re best friends, I realize. That’s who Milo is to me now, and that’s who he’s been for years.
There’s nothing sad about that. I’m just happy to be here with my friend.
“I’m glad you think so,” Milo says with a wide smile. “He likes you, too.”
