Twenty-Four
Nate
Jace does everything he promises he’ll do—everything he used to do before we were torn apart. He holds my hand on the way to the theater, singing with me to all our favorite songs from that summer. He distracts me with kisses whenever a scene is too gory or scary. I don’t need to hide from them as much as I used to, not with how safe I feel secured in his large arms, and with his strong scent flooding my nose.
We share a Slurpee and our hands occasionally bump each other as we reach for the popcorn. I get his smiles again. His laughter. I get him. It really will hurt when he leaves me again but we have a deal. I’ll have to learn to get past it—I’ve done it before—but it feels so much harder this time, like I’m about to lose more of myself.
“What did you think of the movie?” He swings an arm around me, steering me toward the parking lot.
His fear of cars has been nowhere to be found. At least, it’s what he wants me to believe, and he’s doing a good job at hiding the truth if this really is some act of his. I don’t think so, though. There are many things he handles easier now that so much time has passed. No guilt is visible in his eyes when he drinks a Coke. He doesn’t second guess shoving handfuls of candy in his mouth and the dark areas of the parking lot don’t faze him.
It makes me smile at how much he’s healed. Has our being apart really been for the better? He’s getting along just fine without me—better even. My stomach knots. He’s right, isn’t he? Going our separate ways is the right step to take. But fuck, it’s painful. I’m dreading the day he walks out of my life again.
“It was good,” I finally answer before hopping into the driver’s side. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah. It was entertaining enough. Although that twist was a little annoying.”
“Sometimes they can be. I kind of figured which one was supposed to be him, though. Expect the unexpected.”
He laughs, nodding and strapping on his seatbelt as he settles beside me. “I can’t believe you still have the same car.”
“She still runs perfectly so why wouldn’t I?”
His shoulders lift one at a time. “I don’t know but I’m glad you do. I’ve missed being in here with you. I’ve missed being everywhere with you.”
“Yeah me too.” I lock my fingers around his, smiling lazily. “Where should we go to next?”
He looks up, rolling his head against the seat before meeting my eyes again. “Ice cream?”
A smile forms on my lips and I drive out of the parking lot. “Sounds perfect. I could go for some more sugar today.”
“Me too,” he says, wagging his eyebrows, and lays a quick kiss on my lips for the brief second I have my head turned.
His fingers stay intertwined with mine the whole drive, and I hate when our hands separate for the short time it takes for us to get out of the car. But my hand is quickly being swept up by his as soon as we both step onto the sidewalk. He holds the door open for both of us, and relief washes over me at how empty the place is. Fewer prying eyes.
We order our ice cream—his three scoops and my two—and with our cups in our hands, we find a table that’s kind of hidden out of sight. Whenever more people start swarming in, he drops my hand and links his ankle around mine. I smile, shoving a spoonful of ice cream between my lips.
As I’m swallowing down my last bite, he reaches over and wipes the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Still can’t keep your food in your mouth, huh?”
“No, but that’s what I have you here for.” I wink. “Feel free to wipe my mouth later tonight too, in case there are other things I can’t keep in my mouth.” I bat my lashes and he sputters a laugh.
“Still got that dirty mouth too.”
“What? I was talking about when we have dinner.”
“Sure you were. I want to kiss you so bad right now.”
“Then take me home so you can do it as much as you want.” My breaths stutter.
“Your house?”
“Yes. More privacy there. We don’t have to worry about Mom walking in on us again either.”
Heat reddens his cheeks and he ducks his head. “You just had to bring that up, huh?”
“You know you’ve been worried about the same thing.”
He sighs. “Maybe a little. She’s finally acting somewhat normal around me. Not sure I’d get that back a second time.”
“You’re her son and she loves you. She’ll always want to be there for you. You should have seen how many times she looked at her phone when she was waiting for your calls. She always had the biggest smile as soon as she heard your voice on the other end.”
His lips shake a little. “You’re not only telling me what you think I want to hear so I can feel better, are you?”
“No.” I rest both arms on the table, leaning forward. “I’m telling you what you need to hear. Now let’s get out or here so I can see what rocky road tastes like on your lips.”
I get a little sample of him mixed with ice cream in the car, and again when he shoves me against the wall next to my front door. The keys nearly fall from my hand as his mouth travels over my lips. I don’t care who sees us. We could be broadcasted on TV right now and I wouldn’t stop.
He only stops long enough for me to get the door open and shoves me inside, attacking my mouth again. Laughing against his ravenous mouth, I kick the door closed behind me and he leads me to the couch.
With all his weight on top of me, he pulls off my shirt and then his. He takes a brief look around, smiling. “So this is where you live? I expected everything to be more bright and loud in color.”
“You haven’t seen the bedroom yet,” I grin and he laughs, stroking one of my nipples.
“I’ll let you give me the grand tour later. Right now I want to recreate a first that should only have stayed between us. Not because I’m ashamed, but because I don’t want to share anything between us with anyone else.”
“I don’t think we can add greed to the list.”
He huffs, tugging on my hard nub. “What about generosity? Selfishness? But what I’m about to make you feel should fit all those categories.”
My breath hilts. “You’ll have to do it first before it can count.”
A sexy smirk plays on his lips and it’s so damn sinful, but nothing compared to his hands that won’t stop exploring my body as if it’s their first visit.
“Let’s not waste any more time then.”
Licking his way down to my belly button, he tugs down my pants and underwear in one swoop, rubbing his nose in the dark hair around my stiffening cock.
“So damn sexy.” He traces the veins on my shaft with the tip of his tongue, working his way to my leaking tip. “I’ve missed tasting you here.”
His tongue swipes over a bead of precum and his deep groan is like fire under my skin. “And here.”
“Here too.” He lowers his head to my balls, sucking each one into his mouth as he strokes my cock.
“Especially here.” He rubs a finger over my twitching hole and lifts me by my hips to bury his face between my cheeks. His moans vibrate against my hole, adding to the delicious pleasure I’m getting from his sucking mouth.
His tongue thrusts inside me, tasting me everywhere it reaches and making my body tremble.
I rotate my hips, pressing my ass harder to his face as he licks deeper. Adding a finger, he swirls his tongue around it while giving my cock more hard tugs.
My nails sink into the cushion and I close my eyes, holding back the erupting pleasure inside me. I’m waiting for him to say the magic words—for him to let me know he’s ready for me to let go. I didn’t realize how much I’d longed for this until earlier in the shower. Glen never edges me like this. He never sets my soul alive the way this man can while also having me combust at the seams.
Maybe it’s a bad idea to know what I’ve been missing. To get a taste of what could be mine if things were different. My body tenses against the couch as he continues to drive me out of my skin with his hands and mouth. I’m his to do with as he pleases. To play with however he wants. Those thoughts alone have my hole pulsating and cock twitching. I’m not sure how much time passes while he’s feasting on my hole and plunging his fingers into me.
All I know is when he’s finally shoving his cock inside me my body lights up, inviting him in, inch by delicious inch.
“Please,” I beg. “I need—”
“I know what you need. To have someone else guide you. To make me proud by being so damn good. So damn patient.”
“Yes,” I squeak, wiggling beneath him as he pulls out his cock only to slam it back in harder and faster. He doesn’t take long to find my sweet spot, listening to my body better than anyone else has. He rolls his hips, circling my prostate with his tip before going back to moving in and out. Stars shoot across my closed lids as he grinds his cock, hitting me in all the right places.
“Fuck,” I scream and he kisses my neck, trailing his lips to my parting mouth.
“So perfect for me. You’re doing so good. Just a little more.”
Lifting my ass high, he slams his hips forward, coming on a grunt. Warm liquid fills my hole and he goes back to palming my cock while using my squeezing hole to milk himself. I flail my arms, tears streaming from my eyes, and low whines slip from my lips.
I move my hips in sync with his hand and his lips tickle my ear, whispering, “Give me your cum, baby. Give me more of you to taste.”
My body spasms at his words and I sink into the imploding pleasure, drowning myself in it until my whole world is tilting. His warm lips claim mine, our mouths moving lazily against each other.
“You did amazing, little brother. You’re so damn perfect and all mine right now. Not Glen’s or anyone else’s. Only mine.”
My heart sings, feeling elated, full. If only this wasn’t temporary. If only we weren’t on our way to our last goodbye. We lie tangled in each other, sweaty and sticky. My mom calls to tell us she and Dad can’t make dinner after all and will have to reschedule for tomorrow. As she’s saying her goodbyes, Jace starts licking me clean, swiping his tongue over the leftover cum on my skin.
I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning when he laps his tongue around my spent cock.
“Yeah. We’ll see you tomorrow. That’s okay, Mom. We’ll go out somewhere together. Maybe the taco truck we used to eat at during the summer.” I send him a glare when he sucks my tip into his mouth, grinning around me.
“Love you too. Bye.”
I hang up the phone and toss it on the coffee table. “You’re an asshole.”
“What? I helped you get clean so you could add more to that list of yours. I want to help you fill up a whole page before I leave, so I have so many good things to read over on my trip home.”
“You could have waited until I got off the phone,” I huff.
“Oh, you were on the phone? I didn’t notice.” He grins up at me, running his nose over my inner thigh.
“Yeah, okay. I’m hungry and we no longer have dinner plans.”
“I can cook us something.”
I guide his body up higher, kissing his lips sweetly. “No. I’m not ready to separate from you yet. Let’s order delivery. Chinese or pizza?”
“How about Texas Roadhouse? I miss those buttery rolls.” He rubs his stubble over my chin.
“Sure. I haven’t had those in forever.”
Stretching out my arm, I grab my phone and search for the number. I order food and we laze on the couch, sharing an infinite amount of kisses until the food arrives.
A loud knock has Jace scrambling from the couch, and I laugh when he ties a throw blanket around his waist to answer the door. With food in hand, he walks back over to me, shaking his hips so hard the blanket falls to the floor, and I fall back on the couch in a heap of laughter.
We move to the table to eat our food, Jace dragging my chair closer to his. His foot rubs over the top of mine, and we can’t fully stop touching each other in some way. He helps me clean up, rubbing his hand up and down my back as we make our way back to the couch.
We get lost in each other’s bodies again, Jace teasing me for hours before letting me come again. Worn out and loving where I am too much, I cozy up to his chest and drift off, saving the rest of the house tour for tomorrow.