Chapter 4
FOUR
ANDRES
“You.” Kiss. “Silly.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Man.”
I pull him away from the wall and push him toward the dark hallway.
“Dre… what are you—”
We enter the bedroom and head straight for the shower.
“Undress and get in.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening right now,” he whispers, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside while I get the water running.
Emotions are running high between us, and I’m trying to calm myself down, but the scene at Layla’s apartment keeps replaying in my head.
I spin around and pin him against the wall, with his pants and underwear around his ankles. “What’s happening is I’m getting you in the shower and washing away the scent of her off both of us. If you’re going to smell like anyone, it’s gonna be me.”
Jackson’s lip trembles, and I’m hit with a sinking feeling. I don’t want him scared. I lean in and kiss him, trying to calm his nerves.
“Get in the shower, baby,” I whisper softly in his ear. His shoulders relax, and he begins to move toward the huge, black-tiled shower when I realize his pump is in his hand. “Wait.”
He pauses and I grab the device, hitting the home screen and seeing he only has two units left. His blood sugar is great so I stop the insulin and instead of detaching it, I take the site out completely and put the pump and tubing on the vanity.
“Now you can get in.”
Inside, I waste no time in washing myself and then him. I take my time with Jackson, showing his body the appreciation it deserves. I know he has some issues with how he sees himself and all I want to do is tell him how beautiful he is.
“Eres el hombre más hermoso que he visto. Amo cada centímetro de ti,” I say, lips pressed to his ear.
Jackson’s face softens, like he can’t believe that I’d love every single part of him.
“Dre, you don’t have to…” His words stop when my mouth is at his neck, leaving soft kisses as I work my way down and across his shoulder.
The spray from the water hits both of us and I feel his body melt into mine.
“I know I don’t have to do anything. I choose to do the things I do, Jackson. Like make you the most important person in my life.” I turn him around, now face-to-face with the man I’m hopelessly in love with.
Because that’s what this is between us.
Love.
That soul-crushing, can’t breathe without you kind of love.
“Sometimes I tell myself I’m a burden in your life. If we weren’t best friends…” He pauses and it’s like he’s trying to find the words to explain how he feels. “I tell myself you don’t want me the same way I want you. I hide the way I feel because I’m afraid you’ll end up hating me and leave.”
How could he think that?
I’m hurt and angry that he would even for a second consider that I’d leave him. That I could walk away from him. Like there’s any part of me that could ever hate him.
“You think I just take care of people for fun? No, Jack. I take care of you because I fucking love you. I want to spend every second of my day with you and every night with you curled up next to me in bed. How could you ever think that I would hate you?”
Jackson is mine, and now there’s only going to be us. No more fucking other people, separately or together. No more women.
He’s mine and I’m his.
End of story.
I turn the shower off and drag him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, our bodies still dripping with water. “Get on your knees and open your fucking mouth, Jackson.”
With his eyes on me, he does what I ask—knees hitting the hardwood, chest heaving as he looks up at me through his lashes, mouth open.
I’m going to show him how mine he fucking is.
I lean over and spit into his waiting mouth. “Don’t swallow,” I warn him, one hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it, the other gripping his neck as I slide down his throat.
Only a few pumps in his warm mouth have my balls tightening. “Does that feel like I hate you? You feel how fucking hard you make me. You think I don’t want you?” His gaze flicks to mine, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes.
He shakes his head. Wiping away his tears with my thumbs and then pushing his hair from his forehead, I grab a fistful and take control.
“That’s it.” Thrust. “Take it, baby.” Thrust. “Fucking take it all. It’s all yours. Every inch and every last drop.” Jackson takes every brutal thrust I give him, moaning around me. He doesn’t even attempt to get himself off like this because he knows.
He knows that I’m going to be the one to make him come.
I pull out of his mouth before I get to the point where I can’t stop. Jackson gasps, a string of saliva hanging between us, connecting his mouth to my cock.
Fuck, he’s so fucking beautiful.
“Get on the bed.” I caress his face, feeling his stubble on the pad of my thumb.
He scrambles onto the bed, staring down at the mattress and then back at me. “How do you want me?”
“On your back, hermoso. I want to be able to kiss you while I make love to you.”
“O-Okay.” His voice shakes, and my heart does a little somersault at how adorable he sounds. Jackson lies back and spreads his legs for me.
“Like this?”
Fuck me.
“Yeah,” I stroke myself, taking in the view of his perfect body. “Just like that, baby.”
I climb onto the bed, positioning myself between his legs.
This is the first time we’ve ever been face-to-face without someone between us.
Chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. Jackson’s eyes never leave mine as I lean down, capturing his lips in a soft, gentle kiss.
This is different from the rough, passionate encounters we’ve had.
This is a promise, a declaration of my love and devotion.
All we have is time, so I explore his body, my hands and lips tracing every scar, every mark that tells the story of his life.
Each one is a testament to his strength and resilience, and I honor them with my touch.
“You are perfect, Jackson,” I murmur against his skin. “Every part of you is perfect.”
He shivers beneath me, his body responding to my touch. I can feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of my own. I move down his body, taking my time to kiss and suck at his skin, leaving little marks that all say the same thing.
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, his breath 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.