Mine.
When I reach his cock, I look up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “You like that? You like it when I worship your body?”
Jackson nods, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes…fuck, Dre. I love it.”
I take him into my mouth, sucking and licking him until he’s a writhing mess beneath me. With his hands in my hair, guiding me to take him deeper, I pull back. “Not yet. I want to take my time with you.”
I move back up his body, his cock pressing against mine, begging for attention—but I focus instead on the man in my arms. “I love you, Jackson." I whisper. “More than anything in this world. You’re more than my best friend. For a long time, you’ve been my everything.”
Tears well up in his eyes, and he reaches up, cupping my face in his hands. “I love you too, Dre. So much it hurts sometimes. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I just want you.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss him gently. “I’m all yours, pretty boy. Nobody else, from now on.”
“Nobody else.” He agrees, leaning in to kiss me again.
Reaching into the bedside table, I pull out a bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into my hand. I coat my fingers and reach between us, circling his ass before slowly pushing one finger inside. Jackson gasps, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into it.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, my voice low and soothing. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
I work him open slowly, adding another finger and scissoring them gently. I can feel his body trembling beneath me, hisbreath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Dre, please,” he begs, and it’s the sweetest sound. “I need you inside me.”
I smile, leaning down to capture his lips. “Patience, baby. I want this to be perfect for you.”
“You’re already perfect,” he groans as I stroke my finger against his prostate, his thighs quake just a little, and he wriggles down to take more of my fingers.
When he’s ready, I add more lube to his ass and my cock, position myself with his thighs in my grip, and push in slowly, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside him. We both let out a sigh of contentment, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
“Oh,fuuuck. You’re so deep like this.” He throws his head back into the pillows, whimpering and muttering unintelligible things. “Ugnh…fu–don’t sto–”
Just how I want him. Unable to form any coherent thoughts, especially ones that would make him think I would want anything but this.
I rock my hips, rolling in a slow, steady rhythm. I can feel every inch of him, every tight, hot inch that grips me like a vise. “You feel so good, baby,” I murmur, my lips on his. “So perfect.”
Jackson wraps his legs around me, pulling me deeper inside him, so I thrust into him harder, more desperately. I can feel my orgasm building, but I hold it off, needing him to come first.
I reach between us, my hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “Come for me,hermoso,” I moan, summoning every ounce of willpower I have not to come. “Let me feel you come apart around me.”
Jackson’s body tenses, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he cries out, his release spilling over my hand. “Oh fuck, fuck,fuuuck.” The sight and feel of him coming undone beneath me sends me over the edge, and I thrust deep, my own orgasm ripping through me.
“Fuck, Jack. That’s it, look at your perfect fucking body taking all of my cum. I don’t need anyone but you.” I slow my thrusts, looking down to where we’re joined.
This moment is perfect, and I never want it to end.
I pull out and roll off him, pulling him into my arms. Kissing his sweaty brow, I whisper, “I love you, Jackson.” My voice tight. “More than anything in this world. You are all I need. Well, you and baseball.”
He looks up at me, smirking. “I love you too. You and baseball.” He pants, pausing for a moment, then looks up at me. “So which apartment are we keeping, because I don’t want to spend another night sleeping without you.”
I stretch one arm over my head while the other holds him to me. “Yours has a better view from the balcony.”
“This is true.” He mumbles into my chest. I can feel his body sagging as exhaustion hits him. I need to put his pump back on him, but that’s something I can do while he’s asleep. This is what it means to be devoted to someone—to put their needs and desires above your own.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
FIVE
JACKSON
I wake up to birds chirping outside the window and the midday sun blaring through the blinds and curtains. My body aches from the five a.m. training session, but there’s a comfort in the familiar soreness. I roll over, groggy, and see Andres already up—his duffel bag open on the floor next to the dresser, a bunch of shirts and workout shorts half-unpacked.
