20. Jaxon
I’m still laughing when Alex gets into position, wiggling his little ass. Laughter is what makes being with Alex so different from everyone else I’ve dated. He's funny. Even when he's about to be dicked down.
I remember my parents and the laughter they always shared. I’m not naive and I know it wasn't a smooth ride, but it's what they always came back to. They would have a fight but at the end of the day I could always hear my mother’s laughter float down the hall.
I look down at the ass on display, still wiggling. As much as I would love taking him from behind, tonight I need more.
“Change of plans baby,” I say, flipping him onto his back again. “I want to watch as you fall apart underneath me.”
Alex lets out a delighted squeal, and when his eyes meet mine, his beautiful smile brightens the room.
I reach over into the nightstand drawer and pull out the bottle of lube and slick my fingers. Laying down next to Alex, I lift his leg so it’s draped over my hip.
I take his mouth in mine, sucking and nibbling at his bottom lip before reaching around and circling his hole with one of my lubed fingers. His breath hitches as I slowly start to push in.
“That's it baby boy.”
Once I’m past the final ring of muscles, all the tension leaves his body and he lets out a low moan. I slowly work my digit in and out, finding that little bundle of nerves and running the pad of my finger over it before adding a second, and starting all over again, scissoring him open. By the time I add a third finger he's practically whimpering in my arms.
“Jaxon, please I’m ready. I need you in me… Please?”
“What do you say, baby boy?
“Uncle… uncle… you win.”
I roll so my full weight rests on him.
“Good boy.”
I place light kisses down his body as I reach for the lube, and slick up my length.
“Are you ready, baby?” I ask, throwing his legs over my shoulders and lining my cock up with his hole.
Alex gives me a very enthusiastic nod and I slowly sink into his impossibly tight heat. The grip his muscles have around my cock makes my balls tighten, and I have to fight back the urge to come. I bottom out, holding still as his hole relaxes around me.
“I’m ready, please fuck me,” he begs, and I pull out and thrust back in, hard.
“Yes!” Alex hisses, “More.” So I go to town, giving him everything I've got. I let out a strangled moan as I set a punishing pace. Snapping my hips, I ignore the tingling in my balls.
Alex slides his legs down my shoulder and around my waist. I rock my hips and change my angle in search of the bundle of nerves that will make him see stars. I know when I’ve hit the spot because his mouth drops open and he arches his back off the bed. I punch my hips harder and deeper, hitting the spot over and over again until he's trembling and his heavy breaths match my own.
“I’m sorry baby, but I’m not going to last long,” I groan, “You feel too fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
“I’m close.”
“Do you need my hand, baby?”
“Yes,” comes out in a harsh breath when one of my thrusts hits its target.
I wrap my hand around his straining cock, The head is deep pink with a stream of precum dripping from the tip. I want to lap it up, but instead I capture his lips as my hand smears the clear slippery precum over his cock head, and I begin to shuttle it back and forth in my hand, in pace with my thrusts.
“Yes, fuck! Right there. Jaxon, please don't stop… Please!”
“Come for me, baby,” I say through gritted teeth, trying to hold back my impending orgasm. My knees tremble as I struggle to keep up the pace.
Alex lets out a low garbled moan before his whole body tenses up. His inner muscles squeeze and clench around me, as I watch rope after rope of his cum hit his chest. I finally let myself fall, and the view beneath me is beautiful as I find my release.
With trembling limbs, I lean down to kiss the man I never realized I was dreaming about when I wanted a love like my parents.
I slip out of him and I kiss away his wince.
“Sorry, baby.”
My body collapses on the bed next to him as we both suck in deep breaths. I turn my head to look at him, and when his gaze meets mine with a giant smile, a bubble of laughter escapes us both.
Leaning over, I kiss him, slow and languid.
“I love you, Alex,” I say against his lips.
“I love you, too.”
I shift away and he lets out an adorable whine. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back,” I say, walking into the bathroom and wetting a warm washcloth before coming back and wiping the cooling cum from his chest and hole.
Alex’s eyes are closed and he has a goofy smile on his face when I quietly exit the room again. When I return a couple minutes later I have Chester with me, and I motion for him to hop up at the end of the bed and lay down. His back leg slips a bit as he tries to jump on the bed. I wonder if we can get him a set of doggie steps.
I’m in awe over how well behaved Chester is. It makes me wonder why nobody in this town has ever adopted him.
As I slip back into bed and pull Alex close to me, it becomes clear when the quiet man in my arms has a single tear cascading down his cheek.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
I kiss the top of his head, “What? I couldn’t leave him down there all by himself in a big, scary, house.” Alex chuckles softly into my skin as his head lays on my chest.
We lay quietly for a while, nothing but the sounds of our breathing and the occasional doggy snore as my fingertips trace circles on his skin.
“So I’ve been wondering something.”
“Yeah? What is that?”
“For being the owner of a tattoo shop, you don't have as many tattoos as I thought you would. I figured your whole body was inked under your ridiculously tight shirts.”
I let out a chuckle, the sound vibrating through us both.
“Do you take issue with my ridiculously tight shirts?”
“Never,” he says, leaning in to kiss the skin on my chest.
“I love tattoos, don't get me wrong. They can be beautiful against the right skin.” I bring his wrist to my lips, kissing the inside of the smooth tender skin.
“What you put on your body is a big deal. I decided a long time ago that I would only fill my skin from the ink in my heart.”
“Love in Ink,” Alex says softly.
“Exactly, it's a reflection of who you are and I choose to reflect that in colors and shapes that represent the things I love.”
Alex places his palms on my chest and rests his chin. He looks up at me. It's been a very long time since someone looked at me with so much love in their eyes.
“Getting that call about Jasper must have been scary for you. I’m so sorry I wasn't there.”
“It was terrifying.”
Alex places a soft kiss over my heart.
“Losing my parents wrecked me. I felt like I lost everyone in my life, but I guess they were kind of everyone in my life.”
“Not anymore,” Alex says, looking up at me.
“Not anymore,” I repeat.
Maybe, that's the reason why this one scared me so much. We have developed this family, showcasing the kind of love we all should have had but never got or was taken away too soon.
“I’m not going to lie, I’m worried about Jasper. He lives his life so close to the edge, I’m worried it’s taking a toll on him mentally and physically.”
“But he has never had an Olly in his life before now.”
I chuckle, “Very true.”
My mind drifts back to my parents, and I hug Alex a little tighter. My mom always told me that you hold on to the things you love and you protect it fiercely.
“Seeing what you had to put up with as a kid tonight, God, Alex I’m so sorry. Your parents are awful.”
He shrugs, “Yeah they are. Even if my parents were supportive I don't think I would have been happy anyway. The universe gave me the real family I deserved in the end. And I wouldn’t give it up even if it meant I got their love.”
He's quiet for a moment and I can tell he has more to say as his fingers cascade over my stomach.
“Do you want to know what makes me happy? It’s knowing that you got a chance to see what that kind of love looks like.”
“I am very lucky,” I say, squeezing him tight.
“You would think that would make me sad, but it doesn't.”
“Why do you think that is?” I ask, curious.
“I think it's because I’m happy with the family I have. This little group we have…” Alex takes a minute to gather his thoughts, as my fingertips dance along his forearm.
“It's almost like, if I could have chosen my family growing up, this is it, this is what I wanted. So in the end I won after all.”
“I’m pretty sure we all won. And I hit the jackpot.”
“I don't know,” he says, “I come with a lot of baggage, and a dog.”
“See it's funny you should say that, because I also come with a lot of baggage and a dog.”
Alex chuckles and the vibrations from his laugh spreads warm through my chest.
“Did you mean what you said?” Alex says, resting his chin on my chest and looking up at me.
He's so beautiful.
“Do you really want me to move in with you?”
“I meant every word. I love you, Alex McKay. There is no reason why we shouldn’t move in together.”
“You don’t think it's too soon?”
“Baby, I hate to break it to you, but you are already moved in. And I don't want to follow some made up timeline. Plus, it's not like we have only known each other for a week.” My hand comes to rest on his cheek and he kisses the inside of my palm.
“I know you, Alex. Just like you know me, and we are continuing to get to know each other every day. So let's not worry about if it's too soon, let's just enjoy what we have.”
“Okay, I can do that.”
I’ve never felt more content with my life than I do right now. This moment, this feeling, this love that is in the air, this… “Oh God, what is that smell?”
“That's horrible,” Alex says, plugging his nose.
We both turn to look at the dog, who is looking at us over his shoulder with a giant dog grin.
“Leave it to us to have our tender moment interrupted by dog farts,” I say, and the room fills with my favorite sound.