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“Are you gonna be good for me?” he asked, unruly locks of black hair falling over his sweaty brow. He pressed his hands against my chest, then inched them closer together until he was holding me by my neck. I was about to lose it.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I’ll be good.”

“You sure about that?” he asked.

Flutters filled me on top of everything. “I’ll do anything,” I gasped.

He quickened his pace, massaging my prostate with his cock relentlessly. He looked into my eyes and spoke the single hottest request I had ever received. “Come for me, Riley. Come in your mouth.”

I inhaled sharply, but quickly grabbed my cock, having to reach around my own bent leg to get to it. My mouth opened wide, my tongue sliding out. With a keen eye, Cameron observed every moment of my obedience playing out. He gazed, filling me and edging me, stretching me so much that taking all of him felt no different than if I was fingering myself, except that his cock could play with the spot that made me want to laugh and cry at the same time. It was driving me blind with lust by the time I began stroking myself, lapping at empty air and breathing through my wide open mouth.

“Harder, Riley,” he commanded and I obeyed.

I fisted my cock harder until my orgasm welled in me and exploded through my chest, stomach, and groin at the same time. Everything lost balance as my balls tightened and I tipped over the edge. I no longer had the chance to force myself to stay relaxed and open for Cam. Instead, like all my muscles, my hole tightened around the base of Cameron’s cock, contorting his pretty face in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Cum squirted in white strings of heat out of my cock, splattering my face and trickling down into my mouth. A week of waiting for this tour of heaven and hell made for a relentless stream of hot whiteness, pumping out of me for seconds upon delicious seconds. The sweet and salty flavor coated my tongue, more of the hotness filling my mouth until I felt it trickling down my throat.

“Give it to me,” Cameron whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine. Though he caught me by surprise and my body functioned on sheer instinct, making me swallow a good deal of my own load, Cameron’s tongue reached deep into my mouth and he shared the fruits of our sins with me.

I whimpered into his mouth as he swallowed my cum, each thrust of his hips sending an electrical current to the furthest parts of my body. My toes curled and my eyes rolled back as Cameron licked my lips and face for every trace of my orgasm he could lap up.

And when he grunted and throbbed deep inside of me, I clenched harder still, grabbing all of his body and pulling it close to mine. Sweat mixed on our bodies while air drained from Cameron and he filled the condom. And when he tried to pull out, I wouldn’t let him. I held him, feeling him inside of me and savoring every last moment I could drag out of this.

“Fuck, Riley,” he whispered over my stained lips. His cock eventually slid out and we shifted so that he could lie half on top and half next to me. He looked into my eyes, then kissed the very tip of my nose. “Are you alright?”

“Alright?” I murmured. “I’m never gonna be the same again.”

He chuckled, then laughed, then laughed some more. His lips pressed over mine and we kissed, laughing in waves.

And the longer I held him, the more I wanted to keep him right there. I wanted our lives to look no different than this. A merry fire on a snowy night and the heat of our sinful natures binding us together.

Why did it ever have to change?

Chapter Twelve

CAMERON

The puzzle was nothing like the one I’d had as a teen, which made it infinitely better. I was enthralled with putting it together. Riley and I spent countless silent hours working on it for the next several weeks. The festivities thundered around us and the few days of privacy we had, we spent wisely. Well, maybe not wisely, per se, but we definitely didn’t waste any.

It was only when the house was full of hockey players who had been treated to a few too many homemade meals and needed extra training and conditioning that Riley and I retreated to the privacy of my room for puzzle assembly.

The luckiest thing of all was the lack of interest on Caden’s part. He never asked, as far as I knew, where Riley was in those hours between ten in the evening and two in the morning. And we never made a sound. Riley was well familiar with the feel of my pillow between his teeth. So, time was passing. And though everyone said this winter was dragging, to me it was all just snippets in a fever dream. Flashes of joy and lust, followed by deep, immovable loneliness.

It’s you, I thought once while we were working on the corner of the puzzle that featured the Millennium Falcon. I glanced at Riley who was so lost in his work that he wasn’t even aware of my gaze. You’re the piece I was missing. The loneliness that had haunted me for three years in California had come out of nowhere. It had crawled into my bed and into my heart within weeks of arriving there. I’d thought, foolishly, that it was just a reaction to a big change. I had never traveled far and for so long before. I had never been that alone. But, as I met people and formed so-called friendships, my sense of isolation had only deepened.

It had run so deep that when Coach Murray reached out with an offer, I accepted it without thinking. To return to my home state and be near something familiar was all that kept me from going crazy in the final few months.

And I had known, all that time, that returning to visit my parents was not something I would do any time soon. Worse still, I had known that facing Riley after leaving for three years would be painful.

What had never crossed my mind was this. The longing for home was satisfied when we sprawled out on my floor like those school boys we had once been. When we found the missing pieces and finished each other’s threads, revealing more of Han or Leia.

When Riley and I had first gotten together, Fallen Order had been the newest game on the market and every gamer geek, myself included, had gone crazy for it. The friendship that had, for years, existed between Riley and me only deepened and reformed when we began playing the game together. Then, when we stopped playing as much with his console and discovered there were some interesting activities we could be doing instead, it had been akin to forging two souls together in the deepest core of our Sun.

It confused me to my core how I ever thought that leaving that behind was a bargain. Especially now, when I found myself looking at Riley and leaning in to kiss him.

Day after day, week after week, Riley captained the Titans and Coach Murray grew bigger with pride. “My best boys,” he started calling the entire team.

Winter gave way to spring at the very end of February when oddly warm winds swept most of the snow away. The team toured the state and won all the crucial battles against everyone who was foolish enough to think they stood a chance against us. The Breakers occasionally played against us in a friendly match and we won as many as we lost to them. But nothing could hinder our joint determination to win the state cup and get the championship Riley deserved.