“Just like this,” he grunts, thrusting deep into me. “Just like this.”
My cock is pressed between our bodies, and the hot pressure is enough to send me over the edge. My groan turns into a holler as my climax rolls through me, starting at my base and thundering out. “Fuck!” I yell, spasming with the clench of my hole. “Stone!”
He throws his head back with a moan, and I can feel his cock thicken as he shoots his hot load. I spray cum in fat jets, splattering on my chest and his until Stone falls forward. The shocks of the orgasm level us both, and the lines between our bodies dissolve.
I crumble with relief as his limp body falls on mine. We’re both panting, and I’m dizzy as hell. It takes me a minute to even realize that I’m dragging my hands all over his body, but when Stone does the same, raking down my side, aftershocks erupt from my core.
“Damn,” Stone breathes, his lips whispering across my ear. “That was amazing.”
He starts to push himself up, but I grab his shoulders and pull him back down. “Stay,” I gasp. I wrap my whole body around him, hugging him tight. I can barely make words, but I need him right there.
I need to feel him against me, for the rest of my life if possible.
“Stay,” I gasp again.
“Sure, babe,” he says, curling me into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
STONE
Once I realizeMatty’s fallen asleep, I let myself just hold him for a while. His chest rises and falls with his breath, lifting my body, and his breath comes out in sweet whimpers.
He must be exhausted, and my chest fills with pride as I think of how hard he’s been working on his art.
I shift my weight slowly and glance at the clock. It’s six in the morning, which means I should probably get him out of here before other people start to show up. I slip carefully away, my skin cold with the absence of his touch. After I pull on my boxer briefs and a T-shirt, I find a few paper towels, which I tuck under my injured arm, and a bottle of water.
Dried semen sticks to Matty’s belly, and his hair is all messed up and sticking in different directions. It’s fucking hot, and I stand there for a minute, just looking at him, before I bend and gently clean him off.
Matty stirs, turning to me. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice sleepy and his eyes closed.
I freeze. “Sorry?”
He opens his eyes and slowly pulls his weight up. “I’m sorry I ran away from you.”
His voice is tender and light. It feels like it might shatter if I say the wrong thing.
Careful and slow, I trace the back of my fingers across his cheek. “You don’t have to apologize.”
Matty smiles and, with his eyes fully open, catches my gaze. “Yes,” he says gently. “I do. It was wrong of me.”
He reaches down and grabs his blue briefs, then tugs them on. My heart starts beating faster, and I feel confused.
People don’t apologize to me. I’m the one who has to apologize. I’m the fuckup, not him.
I squat down beside him. “I’m the one who turned your life upside down,” I say. “I remember the look on your face when those assholes stomped my hand. It breaks my heart, Matty, and you don’t need to apologize for being scared after that.”
He reaches out and take my cheek, holding it. “Stone,” he says, my name sweet on his lips. “I’m okay. You’re the one who had your hand broken. You’re the one who was in trouble. It’s my job to be there for you and to take care of you, but I wasn’t. You were there for me instead, and I just want you to know I’m sorry.”
I lean forward and press my forehead to his. We kiss as a warm sensation flutters through me.
Matty wants to be there for me.
He wants me.
“When I was a kid,” he says, “the bullying was a lot worse than I’ve really admitted to you. It wasn’t just the violence. I got shoved around and beat up, but the loneliness hurt so much more. There was no one to look out for me, no friends and not even my parents. They were too busy feeling ashamed of having a gay son to stick up for me when I needed it. I thought there was no one else in the world like me, and I was miserable.”
His voice catches, and I hug him. His legs dangle off the couch, and I kneel between his knees, just holding him.
