22. Jake
Jake
Iwatch him walk toward the door and it feels like my heart is being ripped from my chest.
He told me everything, and listening to him, I think he is truly sorry for how his gifts affected me. That he realizes while he didn’t intend to hurt me by sending them, he did.
I needed to think. To decide what to do. But he left. Said goodbye.
Realization hits me like a sledgehammer.
I love Victor like I haven’t loved anyone before. In just the short time we’ve been together I’ve seen a future for us. You’re supposed to grow in a relationship, overcome obstacles and learn to communicate.
Did we just do that?
If I let him go, will I regret it forever?
There’s only one answer.
I know what to do.
I’m up on my feet and moving toward the door. He’s already stepped out of it so I need to move fast. My pace increases, my hands landing on the door, pushing it open without a second thought.
Stepping out on the sidewalk, my head swivels from left to right scanning the area to see which way he went. I see him just about to turn the corner, heading in the opposite direction I’d be going.
“Victor!” I scream. “Victor!”
On the second shout he stops and turns around to face me. I feel like everything is moving in slow motion. I quicken my speed, rushing toward him at the same time he starts heading back toward me.
“What is it, Jake?” His voice sounds defeated and I hate that I added to making him feel that way.
“What you did hurt. And I’m not going to lie that it’s going to take me some time to move past it.
But I love you and the last few days have been a living nightmare.
I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and regret not seeing if we can make it for the long haul.
An us is what I want.” I clear my throat.
Fuck, the pain in his eyes makes me want to smack myself.
“I might make a mistake and bring up what you did for spite. I’m like that sometimes, and it’s something I know I need to work on.
Just tell me to stop, or Penguin. That can be my codeword not to keep rehashing the subject. ”
“Penguin?”
I just shrug my shoulders. “It’s the first thing that popped into my head. But I don’t really say the word a lot so there won't be any confusion.”
“I can do that. Are you saying that you want to start over? To get back together? You want me back as your boyfriend?”
“Yes, and you were never not my boyfriend in my heart. My head, well, it needed to get on board. But you need to know that honesty is very important to me. I don’t want any secrets between us. We need to be truthful with each other about everything.”
“Absolutely. And I have been about everything except the gifts and knowing who you were.” He drops his gaze to the ground, and shifts his weight back and forth on his feet. “Can I hug you?”
“I’d rather you kiss me,” I say. He doesn’t wait for me to do it, though and he steps into me, his hand cupping my head as he presses his lips against mine and kisses me like a starving man. I’m all too eager to give him what he wants. My arms slip around his waist, holding him tightly.
The kiss is primal, controlling, life altering and I’m loving every minute of it. His hold on my head is firm, keeping me from pulling away from him as his other hand slips around my waist, connecting us even more.
“You should be ashamed of yourself. That’s for the bedroom, not out in the open for all to see.
There’s children around, for God’s sake,” an old cantankerous voice chastises us.
We pull apart to see an older woman, gray hair pulled tightly into a bun, dress, stockings up to her knees, hands gripping her walker.
But what has me trying to hold back my laughter is the scowl on her face aimed right at Victor and me.
“You are correct, ma’am. We’re so sorry for our very public display. But when you get good news you just have to celebrate.” I use my best I’m sorry voice on her. She just waves her hand at me and continues walking past us, mumbling under her breath.
Victor shakes his head, placing his hand on my chest. “Are you the elderly whisperer?”
I just shrug my shoulders. “Maybe.”
“Thank you for forgiving me. Being apart from you gave me a long time to think and truly understand your side of the situation. What I did was odd, creepy and could've been seen as scary. Especially with how long I did it.”
“It was.” I lift my hand and run it through his hair. “I may not want any gifts for a while. Surprise ones anyway.”
Victor lifts his arm, bending it at the elbow, holding up three fingers. “Any gift given to you will come directly from my hands. That’s a promise.”
“Did you just give me the Scouts honor?”
He just nods.
“Want to go meet my niece and sister?”
“I’d love to, but first I want to take you back to our room and make up properly.”
Victor smiles, and that’s all the confirmation I need.
Grasping his hand, I start walking in the other direction back to the hotel.
It doesn’t take us long to get to the room, both of us wanting, no craving, the other.
Thank God there were people in the elevator to keep us from having some very public sex.
When the hotel room door clicks shut behind us, all obstacles keeping us from each other are out of the way. Us together now feels right, like the wrongs of the past have been corrected. We’re starting out fresh, all secrets bared, and this time nothing will keep us apart.
I still can’t believe that we’re here. Together. It’s something I wasn’t sure was going to happen, and it’s mostly due to me. My inability to listen. Thank God for friends who help me to see the light.
“I missed you so much it hurt,” Victor’s rough, breathy voice tells me.
I’m moving, crossing the room in three strides to where he stands by the bed. My hands lift to cup his cheeks, my lips pressing against his, begging for more. I only pull away from him to speak. “I was such a fool to walk away from you. To not listen to you sooner.”
Our mouths crash against each other again. He parts his lips, welcoming the entrance of my tongue. I can still taste the small amount of coffee he consumed at the café. Victor’s hands fumble with the bottom of my shirt, lifting it upward.
“I need you naked,” he mumbles into my mouth.
“And I need you on the bed. Now.” He pulls away from me to say, both of us breathless.
I quickly remove my shirt, Victor doing the same. I step into him, gripping his waist, urging him to step backward until we hit the bed. I push him down so that he’s sitting, my tongue gliding over my lip as I gaze at him with hunger.
I unbutton my pants with ease, taking hold of the zipper, sliding it down. My eyes flick down to Victor’s lap, seeing the outline of his hard cock straining against his pants.
“Look at you so hungry for my cock.”
Victor moans as I slide my finger under the edge of my pants and boxers, sliding them down at the same time. When they hit the floor, I carefully step out of them, kicking them to the side.
“I need you inside of me,” Victor moans, his voice low and desperate. It’s fucking intoxicating.
“Pants off now.” I order as I step over to my still unpacked suitcase and open it. Inside is some lube that I packed just in case things went well. Thank God they did.
I keep glancing over out of the corner of my eye, watching Victor remove his clothing. My eyes soak in all the hard lines of his body. My eyes land on his hard cock, already leaking precum.
“Get on the bed in the middle and lay down on your back.” My hand grips my cock, slowly rubbing it from base to tip, squeezing lightly.
He does just as I say and I love it. I walk toward the bed, lube in one hand, cock in the other. Placing a knee on the mattress, it dips under my weight and I crawl between Victor’s legs. I drop the lube and it lands right beside his hips on the blanket.
I place my hands on the mattress, my body suspended above his, my dick pressed against his. “I forgot how perfect you look, what it feels like to have you like this.”
I lower my head, peppering kisses along the side of his face, down his neck, my body crawling backward the lower I go. When I get to his stomach, I take my time, teasing lazy circles with my tongue. He squirms beneath me, his hips lifting up, pressing his manhood into me.
All I can think about is tasting him. I move lower, until I’m face to face with his dick. Taking hold of it, I drag my tongue along the underside before taking his length into my mouth. Victor groans, his hips bucking upward, pushing him deeper into my throat.
I don’t waste time; I suck him like he’s a fucking popsicle with a toy hidden inside.
“Fuck, Jake, I’m not going to last. I’m going to come.”
That’s exactly what I want him to do. I want to swallow him whole, consume him, committing what he tastes like to memory to make sure I never let him walk away again.
“Oh Gooooddd,” he growls out as he shoots ropes of warm cum down my throat. I don’t stop; I keep going until I’ve sucked him dry. He’s delicious.
“Your mouth is amazing, Jake,” he moans.
“My cock is even better,” I remind him, popping my mouth off his cock.
“On your knees, baby.” I sit up, giving him space to move.
Victor does just as I say, getting onto his knees, his head down and ass on full display for me.
It’s like he’s presenting it to me on a silver platter.
I pick up the lube, opening and placing some in my hand.
I rub it along my shaft before adding more to his tight ass, running it along his tight ring of muscle.
I tease at his hole, letting the tip of my finger press deeper inside of him, as Victor pushes back against it, helping me to enter him further. He’s my perfect needy little slut.
“Put another one in,” Victor says, his cheek pressed against the pillow as his hands grip the blanket.
What my baby wants, he gets. I add another finger, scissoring them inside of him, stretching him so that he can take my cock. Then I add another, making sure to hit the male G-spot, causing his body to jerk beneath me as he moans out in pleasure, as I thrust them in and out at a steady pace.
“Are you ready for my cock, baby? Do you want me to fill you with my cum?”
“Yes, pleassseee,” he mewls. “Fuck me.”
I pull out my fingers, putting the head of my cock at his entrance and push in slowly. My thick length stretches his hole wider than my fingers had. Victor’s clutch on the blanket becomes tighter. I sink into him deeper until my balls rest against his flesh.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I growl, my hands taking hold of his hips, gripping him so tightly I’m sure when we’re done he’ll have mooncrest indentations in his skin.
My hips begin to buck, thrusting in and out of him in a steady rhythm, with Victor pushing back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
“Harder,” Victor begs.
And I give him just what he wants. I’m fucking him so hard I’m sure the people in the next room can hear us, masturbating to our lovemaking because they’re so turned on.
“I’m close,” I tell him.
One of his hands disappears beneath him, and I know he’s fucking rubbing out another orgasm.
I piston into him, each move bringing me closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck, Vic baby, I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Me too.”
It only takes two more thrusts before my climax hits and I empty my cum inside his ass, I grip his hips tighter holding him in place, until my orgasm ends.
“Makeup sex is the best,” I joke, as I pull my now soft cock from his ass. “I’m going to clean us up.” I move from between his legs and stand up, my legs wiggling like jelly.
Victor nods and mumbles something incoherent as he rolls over onto his back, exposing a pool of white, creamy liquid. Evidence of his second orgasm.
I quickly clean myself, then head back to clean up Victor with a rag, as well as the spot on the bed, then I lay down beside him. He rolls into my arms, resting his head on my chest, as I pull him in tighter to me, our bodies glistening with sweat.
“Jake, promise me that you’ll never leave me again. That we’ll always talk to each other before walking away.”
“I’m never leaving you, Victor. You’re stuck with me forever.”
And I mean it. What these last few days have taught me is that we toss away people of importance far too easily. Instead of listening, we judge. My arrogance and hatred for something I didn’t fully understand made me almost lose the most important person in my life.
Now we both have a future ahead of us. One filled with happiness. New adventures and many more stories to write. But I know for a fact that we’ll be doing it together until the very end when we both take our last breath.
The End.