Chapter 38
Poznań
Brady
I take a sip of the kompot. The two ice cubes from earlier have melted and the once ruby colored beverage is now closer to pink.
All things change. Hayes looks at me, puts his drink down and says: “What if you take the bonus Aisha offered and use it to get your teaching certificate at North Boston U… with me?”
I quickly swallow so I don’t choke. I’m uncharacteristically still. My mind isn’t racing. It’s calm. I want to understand exactly what Hayes is asking.
“Brady, after the museum in Berlin I was in the business center looking up my fall registration at NBU, and I went to look at their education grad school. Out of curiosity.” There is a momentum in his speech that I’ve not ever heard from him before.
“It’s a great program. One of the best for early childhood, and they have rolling admissions so you could apply when we get back from Capri and start in the fall.
And you could use the money from the bonus to at least pay a deposit to start taking a class or two and we’ll figure out the rest. I have a lease on a small studio but it’s big enough…
” The words come to a hard stop. He takes a second, not sure if he should drive over the cliff, because we both know if he does there’s no turning back.
“It’s big enough for the two of us and we can see if we can work it out.
Work everything out together.” His hands reach across the table and hold mine.
But I can’t help remembering all the times he told me he could never be in medical school and in a relationship.
I pull my arms back slowly. “But Hayes, how would it work? Senior year you kept saying how much time medical school would take. How hard it would be to be in a relationship on top of your studies.”
“You’re right. I did say that. A lot. I was so scared that I would disappoint you.
That I wouldn’t be able to give you what you need.
What you deserve. But being together this summer has been incredible.
What is the point of finally achieving my dream if I can’t do it with you?
We are better together. You said that yourself about becoming a teacher.
This way we would both be pursuing our dreams and supporting each other as we do it. ”
This is what I have wanted for so long. Not only to be with Hayes, but also to be following my own path.
To break free from my family’s soul-crushing ideas of law school and working in the family business.
I’ve been on track to become part of the family business since I was in utero but I knew I’d never be able to reach the final destination my parents have always wanted.
I never thought I’d have the courage to tell them I want something else.
Would they accept my decision? Could I survive without their support?
There are so many obstacles to think through, but I want to do something that makes me feel good about myself, and I want to do it with the person who believes in me more than anyone.
I don’t need to be in Poland to give him an honest answer.
It’s a complicated question but the answer is easy.
“Yes,” I say. “I want that. I would love for us to give everything a try. Again. I never thought…” I can feel my eyes filling with tears, from relief or joy I don’t know.
Hayes raises his hand toward my face and gently touches my upper cheek and I feel a tear fall down.
He catches it. “I’m sorry,” I say. I don’t know why I say it.
I’m so used to apologizing the words just come out.
“I don’t ever want you to apologize for having your feelings.”
“Yes,” I say. I turn my head so my lips meet his fingers.
I start kissing them, slowly at first and then more intensely, never taking my eyes off of his.
He takes my hand with his other hand and brings it to his mouth.
He kisses my fingers and I can feel the energy between us begin to shift from something tender to something more passionate.
It only takes a second for his eyes to confirm with mine.
He puts his mouth on my ear. “Should we head back to the room?” he asks, and I can feel his breath reverberate inside my head and it makes me shudder.
I breathe in quickly before I put my mouth next to his ear, exhale sharply and say, “Yes.”
It only takes a few minutes to pay our bill and walk out of the bar.
The last time we did this in Barcelona we were both pretty drunk.
This time we haven’t had a drop of alcohol, but I feel higher than that night because this isn’t about a drunken misstep.
This is about making a commitment to each other, reconnecting both our minds and bodies.
Letting us show each other the choice we’re making in our hearts.
As we enter the lobby of our hotel, we both realize this isn’t a For Us resort.
The bright overhead fluorescent lights and the smell of industrial cleaner instead of an artisanal scent reflecting the region remind us that we need to make our way through the lobby and up the elevator like business associates retiring to their separate rooms after a long day of work.
Not two horny guys who can’t wait to rip each other’s clothes off.
We race down the hall. In my excitement I drop the keycard.
Hayes picks it up gallantly and opens the door for me to enter before him.
I shut it behind us and I turn toward him.
My mouth opens to meet his and our tongues twirl and twist around each other.
I can feel how much he wants this and I try to show him how deeply I want him.
My hands start moving across his body over his shirt.
I can feel the strength in his chest, barely able to contain all of his muscle in my hands.
My mouth starts moving faster around his body, traveling across his back, shoulder and neck before returning to his face and kissing him again even more deeply.
Hayes pulls back, slowly releasing my mouth from his.
He puts his hands on both sides of my face and looks me in the eyes for a few precious seconds before he says, “I’m excited too, babe.
But I want us to take our time tonight. We aren’t two horny college kids sucking each other off before an exam.
I want to show you that this is more than that.
” He places his mouth on mine firmly and I respond with equal quiet intensity.
We both let our hands drop. He reaches for my dick at the same times my hand moves toward his.
It’s a way of checking in to make sure we are both on the same page. It’s all green lights.
I let my hand feel the fleshiness of his cock around my fingers. I know exactly how it’s going to feel inside me again. Finally. He steps out of the embrace but holds my hand, guiding me to the bed. There are finally two beds in the room, but we’ll only use one tonight. “Is this alright?” he asks.
“Yes, Hayes. That’s what I want too. I want what you want,” I say without letting my eyes leave him.
“Whatever you want,” I say, my voice stronger.
I want him to know that I want him to be in charge.
I need him to be in charge. I wonder if I should be more direct, but before I can figure out the words, he presses his mouth on to mine.
This isn’t us kissing each other, this is him kissing me.
My mouth greedily receives his tongue. I open wider to show him that my mouth is his to explore.
Then he wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me up off the floor.
His thick muscles embrace my smaller frame.
It feels like he could toss me across the room but he uses his strength to control the experience and make sure I am safe.
That is what turns me on the most and I feel the connection throughout my body in places that tingle and vibrate.
He lays me down and pulls my shirt off over my head as I wriggle out of my shorts and everything else I’m wearing.
I’m naked in front of him. Not even my socks.
A few bracelets and nothing else. I love feeling so vulnerable and private in this moment.
The freedom of being completely naked in front of him gives me a dizzy rush of excitement.
I run my hands over my body, enjoying the sensation.
I suck on a few fingers reminding him how welcoming my mouth can be and then use the wetness to glide my hands across my nipples.
Hayes steps back to look at me. I am the object of his gaze and the attention makes me feel strong, beautiful and powerful.
Like I can do anything in the world. It takes only a second to realize that’s the whole point.
To feel this way with another person. To have their love make you feel your absolute best. To feel completely free.
I start to squirm on the bed and let my ass rise and fall.
I stretch my arms over my head, showing him my lack of inhibition.
I run my hand through my curls and then put my knuckle in my mouth.
I close my eyes and bite down hard, letting him see I can take anything he wants to give me.
It must send him over the edge because when I open my eyes his pants are off and his dick is at attention like a thick warrior ready for action.
He gives it a few strokes to show off, which I love.
He lifts it up from the head, showing me the meaty underside, and then turns to show off the length.
He grabs his balls, signaling he’s ready, his eyes on mine the whole time.
Hayes steps next to the bed and his hand touches my face.
I turn my mouth to suck on his fingers, giving him a preview of things to come.
My tongue slides over his ring finger and then I pull his next two fingers into my mouth to join the other one pushing my jaw open wider so they can go deeper down my throat.
He doesn’t push forward. He lets me pull his wrist and demonstrate how much I want him.
I push his fingers as far down as I can and then even further, enjoying each second of him inside me even though it’s only his fingers, for now.
He pulls his arm away and tugs the edge of his t-shirt.
He remembers how much I love to watch him pull his t-shirt off after a game of soccer in the quad when his body would be covered in dirt and sweat.
He delays by running his hand in front of his face, and then pushes his hair back and lets his hand come forward over his face again slowly until the fingers that were just in my mouth pull his lower lip down and then enter his mouth.
It’s all a show to turn me on and I am loving it.
I think he’s going to do the front pull, but then he must remember that I confessed one night how hot it is when he pulls his shirt off from behind his neck.
It’s a weird thing that only athletes and OnlyFans performers seem to do and maybe it’s cliche but I am freaking love it.
His hand reaches behind his neck, his triceps bulging, and then he yanks the entire thing off in one movement.
He stretches his arms over his head not to make his muscles more limber but to show me how wide and strong his back is.
He’s preening in a way he’s never done before, and I don’t want him to stop.
I have to grab my dick. I can’t stay off it a second longer.
His thick muscles are presented in front of me like a reward for some wonderful kindness I bestowed in a past life.
How else could I deserve to have somebody as wonderful as Hayes, as hot as Hayes in front of me ready to make love to me?
But then I look in his eyes and realize this isn’t about the past, this is about now.
I deserve this because of who I am today.
It’s time to show him how much I’m enjoying it.
I spit on my hand and stroke my dick without taking my eyes off his body.
I focus on his pecs and the small shadow underneath each one and that makes my body throb.
I throw back my head, close my eyes and moan, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of my hand over my shaft.
Then I feel my hands are not alone. Hayes is on the bed, his mouth kissing the inside of my thigh, moving closer toward helping my hands.
I keep my eyes closed so I can focus on the sensation and his mouth moves from my thighs to my dick.
He takes my thick head in his mouth. Hayes’ dick is bigger than mine, it’s bigger than everyone’s, but mine is a beauty.
I know that he loves having it in his mouth.
I squeeze all of the muscles in my groin to make it pulse so he can feel the fullness of it.
He starts off working the head with his mouth and then rubbing his tongue over the opening in a way that sends an electric vibration from my dick all the way up my spine.
I shiver wildly for a second and he stops.
“Please, don’t stop. Keep doing that,” I say.
His head goes back down and he rubs his tongue over it again, this time more intensely.
I clench my muscles, trying to enjoy the feeling without losing too much control.
Then he puts his hand on top of my stomach, steadying me and preparing me for what he is about to do.