Chapter 49
David
He’s crying again. His face changes every second between pain, relief, and pure euphoria. Only now do I really understand what I did to him and what it cost him to respect my wish to let me go.
Thick tears run down Louis’s cheeks and drip onto my stomach every time he thrusts hard.
It hurts to see him like this, stabbing me deep in the chest like a knife.
It’s my fault, and at the same time, it makes me incredibly happy to see him like this again.
His eyelids flutter. It’s his sign that he’s close and I’d better start using my hand.
“I...”
“Shh, I know.” And with those words, I grab my cock.
A soft whimper accompanies his next thrust. It doesn’t take much to get me where Louis wants me to be, and the next time he brushes hard over my prostate, I fall over that imaginary edge into a delirium of warmth and bliss.
My cock squirts and my ass pulsates, holding Louis tight, never wanting to let him go.
I watch his every movement, every blink, feel his whole body tense up. When he comes, his moans turn into a tear-choked cry, his whole body trembling and twitching. I let my legs fall further apart, pull Louis toward me, and his head falls onto my chest.
Once again, all floodgates break, and shaken by tears, he clings to me. And I hold him as tightly as I can, in a desperate attempt to prove that I will never let him go again.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so terribly sorry for everything.” I murmur the words into his hair over and over. My tears are silent, just running down my temples, but my heart is breaking. What have I done?
I knew he was afraid to get back with me again, but he never said a word about how he felt back then. Now I know that I broke him, and then again when it became clear that I wasn’t out. I knew what I had done to myself, but Louis always seemed so strong.
His cock goes limp inside me and he grabs the condom before pulling out.
We didn’t use them in the past. I know he had sex with other men, a lot of sex.
I also know that other men could never give him what he was looking for.
Still, it stings. I always loved the feeling of his cum filling me up and then dripping out of me again.
My fingers gently glide through Lou’s curls, my other hand strokes up and down his spine until his breathing calms down, settles into a steady rhythm, and I know he fell asleep from exhaustion.
As much as I’d like to stay in bed, I have to clean myself up; I can’t sleep like this.
Carefully, I roll Louis off me, slip into my boxer shorts, and sneak out of the room.
The door clicks shut just as someone clears their throat behind me.
Startled, I turn around and see Paul leaning casually against the kitchen counter.
“Water?”
“Uh, yes, please, in a minute. I... I just need to go to the bathroom first.”
“That way.” Smiling, he points to the door at the end of the hallway, and I follow his directions.
The bathroom is beautiful, with matte, dark tiles and elegant ceramics.
The sink is set off with wood, the rainforest shower is completely glass-enclosed, and there’s a freestanding bathtub against the wall.
“Chic, isn’t it?” And again I flinch. Paul is standing close behind me in the doorway. “I’ve never had a bathroom like this in my life. When I first came in here, I thought I was in a movie.”
My parents tend to go for more is more, with marble and gold faucets. This simple elegance isn’t my mother’s style, but the bathroom is actually beautiful.
“Ah, you have money too, don’t you? Or you’d be more impressed by all this.” Paul’s not wrong; the apartment is very much like my own home. My parents had a small house renovated for me, and I just nod silently.
“You can take a towel from here. Have fun.” Fifteen minutes later, I come out with a towel around my waist. Paul is back in his place in the kitchen.
“It’s nice here.”
“I feel like I’m living in a palace. Without Louis, I’d probably still be on the streets.” I’d like to ask, but I don’t dare. “And you had fun?”
Paul turns around, grabs a large glass from the cupboard above him, and holds it under the tap. Memories come flooding back. Even back then, Louis always drank tap water, not the expensive Himalayan stuff my mother orders. I always admired his fathers’ modesty in some way.
Both of them have always worked in their regular jobs.
Philipp as a middle school teacher and Adrien as a senior electrical engineer in the development department of a large French company.
Neither of them would ever have to work again if what I read online is true.
At the time, I didn’t really think about it, but today I see them in a different light.
Paul is still looking at me expectantly. “I heard you, don’t bullshit me.”
Embarrassed, I run my hand through my hair and nod again.
“No need to be embarrassed, I’ve heard a lot of things here. But you probably don’t want to know.” I think I could have handled that statement alone, I know that’s how it is. But when he grins cheekily at me? That’s a bit more difficult. At that moment, the door opens behind me.
“Where... ah, hi, you’re home.” Without looking at me again, Louis runs to Paul and hugs him, while Paul buries his head in my boyfriend’s neck, holds him tight, and takes a deep breath.
They whisper something, but I can’t understand anything.
Jealousy spreads like wildfire to every corner of my body.
Just friends, my brain tries to counteract.
Just friends. Just friends. Then their embrace breaks, Louis turns around and presses his naked body against mine.
Yep, naked. Completely. My boyfriend was just standing completely naked in the arms of another man.
Okay, his best friend, but my jealousy is completely understandable, right? Totally normal.
“Why aren’t you wearing anything?” I wrap my arms around him and try to whisper as quietly as possible.
“Awww, is someone jealous?” Ah, fuck, Paul heard me anyway. “I can reassure you, we walk around naked all the time here, but we’ve never been hard for each other.”
“Come on, let’s go back to my room, the bed was terribly empty without you.” With these words, Louis pushes his hips forward to get me moving.
“Have fun with round two.” And sure enough, the cock pressing against mine is suddenly pretty hard again.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Louis takes a step back, that magnificent hard cock looking up at me. “Just for you. I promise. For no one else. Never again if...”
He swallows and his look changes. He lets me in, lets me see everything, especially his fears. This is a side of Louis I haven’t been allowed to see before, one that was always well hidden behind a challenging smile and cheeky remarks. One that he may not have had before.
“If?” My voice fails me even with this one word.
“If you keep me.”