Beau
It was wrong of me to assume Rein would want to top. It's just that in my experience with straight guys, that's usually what they've preferred. I'm vers, but for Rein, I'll happily never bottom again and gladly be the powertop of his dreams.
I grab him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom. Part of me still can't believe this is real, that my decades-long feelings for him are not only reciprocated, but we're back in each other's lives with a proper shot of creating something real and lasting. That's the real win here.
Sex is a very close second, though, and I hang back slightly so I can cop an eyeful of his ass as I wave for him to go first into my room.
"You checking me out, Katona?"
"I am," I reply, giving him a playful shove through the bedroom door. "Your fault for having a delectable bubble butt."
"Uh-huh. You're totally innocent."
"I am," I say as he spins around. I immediately move in, close enough that our breaths mingle, and wrap my arms around his waist and tug him into me.
He smirks. "You're hard." I make my d'uh face. He smirks some more. "I like it."
"Good. 'Cause I like you."
"Yeah, well, I love you."
He says it with a smile, but I know he means it with all his heart. I swallow, threading my fingers into his dark hair. "I love you, too, Rein. I have for so many years. Even after everything that happened and not seeing you for so long, a part of me, a big part of me, never stopped loving you."
His left eye twitches. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you, too. But that's behind us now, okay? We have a bright future ahead of us. Starting with…"
I grab his globes in my hands as I bring my lips to his.
"You making love to me" manages to spill out the corners of his mouth.
He's got no idea what he's in for. Years, no, decades, of pent-up forbidden lust and attraction is flowing through me. I've waited for this moment for so long, and now that it's arrived, I'm determined for it to live up to the hype.
"You ever sucked a cock?" I ask, pulling back, cupping the soft skin of his cheeks.
He shakes his head. "Not a real one anyway."
It takes my lust-adled brain a second to get what he means, and as soon as I do, my mind fills with an image of Rein fucking himself with a dildo that will live with me forever.
"Wanna try the real thing?"
He licks his lips. "Shit, yeah."
I kick off my sweats and climb onto the bed, Rein following close behind.
I prop myself against the headboard and spread my legs out wide, leaving him plenty of room.
He positions himself lower, brings his tongue to just above my knee, and runs it up the inside of my thigh.
It tickles a little at first, but that quickly turns into an erotic tingling I feel all the way up to my eyebrows.
"Jesus," I mutter as he flicks the tip of his tongue against my piss slit.
"You like?" he asks with a knowing smirk.
"I do," I reply, threading my fingers into his jet-black locks and guiding his mouth to where I want it.
His smirk grows. "Coach likes being in control."
"Always," I affirm, although, not five seconds later, when Rein takes my dick in his mouth, I lose all control and surrender to the bliss sweeping through me.
He may not have a lot of experience, but Rein is treating me to the best blow job of my life. He's confident like he is with everything he does, his cheeks hollowing and filling as he goes down on me deeper and deeper.
And he's so goddamn beautiful I think I could cry. But I won't, because that would be a majorly traumatizing thing to do to someone going down on a dude for the first time.
Pleasure percolates in my core, slow and steady, like water just beginning to simmer. I hook my hands under his armpits, tugging him to me. His lips meet mine, wet and salty with my arousal.
"My turn," I growl.
"You wanna blow me?" he asks.
"No. I want to eat your hole."
His mouth falls open, but when he recovers, he gulps and moves off me. "How do you want to do it?"
"Get on your back. Lift your legs in the air."
He grins, doing just that. "Yes, sir."
I pull his jeans off him and throw them onto the floor. I do the same with his boxer briefs until my best friend's ass is exposed for my viewing pleasure.
"So pretty," I murmur, crouching down beside it. Smooth, pale, and irresistible. I can't control myself and bite it with no teeth. Just lips. Then tongue. Then one finger on each side to stretch him out so I can make out with the gape.
Along the way, I spit on my fingers as I work them inside, one at a time, twisting, flicking, spreading to a chorus of moans, groans, and 'Shit, yeahs.'
But spit ain't gonna cut it for what I want to do next, so I shuffle over to the bedside drawer and pull out a bottle of lube.
Rein chuckles.
"What?" I ask.
"You always had lube in your bedside drawer."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I used to check when I came over." He makes my duh face at me. The audacity of this man.
"Where do you keep yours?"
"Bathroom cabinet."
"My way is more handy."
He thinks it over for a beat, grinning the whole time, and, fuck, I am so in love with him it's ridiculous. "True."
I pour lube into my palm and spread some over his pink hole before sliding the rest up and down my rock-hard cock.
"You ready for this?" I ask.
He swings his arms over my neck and draws me down close to him. "So ready."
I make sure my dick is angled right and in position before bringing both hands to his face as I slowly slide into him. His green eyes sparkle in the low light of the room, his breath pushing out of him in slow bursts as I sink farther in.
"This good?" I check.
His eyes roll into the back of his head. "So gooood."
I keep going until I'm fully seated in him, then I just stay there, wrapped up in the warmth of his body, his face inches away from mine, an easy half smile playing on his lips.
It's impossible to describe what this moment feels like.
It's nothing like I imagined it would be, probably because all of my fantasies were a collage of porno scenes I superimposed onto us.
But that's not who we are, so of course it won't be how we make love. We're us, and this moment right here is so perfect and peaceful I never want it to end.
"Um, excuse me. Impatient bottom down here, wanting to get fuc—er, made love to."
"Right. Of course." I smile and oblige, rocking my hips.
Rein's channel is tight, so I go slow at first, only speeding up when I get the sense he's ready for more. By which I mean, he digs his nails into my biceps and pleads, "Give me more, Beau."
So I give him more.
I give him everything I have in me. I give him all the love and wanting and desire I've kept bottled up inside me for decades. I give him my dick in every position on the bed, on the floor, against the wall. I give him everything I have until I have no more left to give.
He comes first. We’re both on our sides, his foot resting on my thigh as I pound into him.
He lets out a mighty roar as he jerks himself off, his release spraying the sheets.
The clenching of his channel sets me off, and I bury my load deep in his ass, wanting him to have a part of me inside him forever.
I pull out slowly, both of us panting, but I can barely hear it. At some point, it must've started raining because heavy drops are pelting down on the roof, drowning out all other sounds.
"Is there anything better than getting fucked and then falling asleep in the rain?" he asks.
"Actually, there is," I say, brushing my hand across his cheek. "Getting fucked, falling asleep in the rain, and being wrapped up in each other's arms."
"You're right." Rein smiles at me, blinking slowly, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion. "That's way better."