Chapter Twenty-Six
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Marshall
O ur sweaty bodies are entangled on the bed, Jay and Reggie talking about work and school. Jay tells Reggie what he’s making for dinner—chicken with sun-dried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, and orzo that he wants to play around with. I listen without adding much to the conversation. It’s not that I don’t feel comfortable or as if I’m out of place, but I enjoy watching him, seeing him interact with Reggie, the joy making his voice go up an octave when he talks about dinner.
Outside of their having slept together, Jay and Reggie remind me of what John and I used to be. The way we could talk for hours about everything and nothing. The way we laughed together and felt comfortable. The pain in my chest pushes to the surface again, tries to strangle me, but I do my best to swallow it down. I don’t want to ruin this moment for them, don’t want to bring heaviness to something that was fun and beneficial for us all.
I don’t want Jay to feel guilty because I know he will, and that’s the last thing I want for him.
When Reggie’s stomach growls, Jay says, “I’ll go get cleaned up so I can start dinner.”
“I need to use the restroom first.” Reggie gets out of bed, walks naked to the bathroom, and closes the door behind him.
Jay rolls over to face me. “Hi,” he says softly.
“Hi.”
“Do you promise we’re okay?”
I smile, his words helping temporarily patch the holes in my heart from missing John. “Yes. Very okay. But I would like to do something before you cook.”
He nods. I roll him to his back, then straddle his head, rubbing my balls all over his face so he doesn’t smell like another man’s jizz anymore. The wet washcloth helped with that, but I do want him to smell like me.
Jay moans in the most delicious way.
When I sit beside him again, he smiles at me. “Mmm. Now I smell like my Sir.”
“Yes. You do. You can wash everything but your face.”
“Okay.” Another grin. “I’m going to run upstairs, clean up, and put on fresh clothes.”
I nod, and he heads out. I looked earlier to make sure his ass doesn’t need cream on it, but I check again while he goes. Just as I’m sitting up on the edge of the bed, Reggie returns.
“JT?”
“He went upstairs to change. I think he’s excited to start dinner. He loves cooking.”
“Yeah, that’s really cool. I didn’t connect the dots until earlier, but now that he’s been here and talking to me about it, I realize it’s something he’s done often for me at home too. He makes the best homemade chicken soup when you’re sick.”
“I’ll have to ask him to make it for me…hopefully without the illness.” We both chuckle.
Reggie grabs his underwear and begins to tug them on. “Listen…I want to thank you for today. It was fun. And I want to make sure you know JT and I are just friends. While I enjoy hooking up with him, it’s nothing more than that.”
I nod. “Thank you for telling me and for today. I enjoyed myself.”
He lingers a moment, picking up his shorts but not putting them on right away. “I know this might sound dumb, but I just want you to know that he loves you, and I can see that you’re good for him. I’ve never seen him so happy, and while JT has always been strong and independent, somehow he’s becoming even more so. I notice a new confidence in him. I think he’s coming into his own in ways I didn’t realize he needed.”
I smile, not because of anything I did, but because of Jay and the fact that Reggie is right. “I appreciate it, but that’s all on him. I haven’t done anything but love him.”
Reggie smiles. “Loving someone is the best thing you can do for them. It’s not some magic fix, but it makes us stronger, and from that strength, anything is possible.”
My thoughts spin with his words, my gaze holding his. He’s right, of course. Even when I look at myself—a forty-year-old man set in my ways—being with Jay has made me stronger, made me want more. “You’re wise,” I tell him.
“For my age?”
I shake my head. “No. Just wise. I’m glad he has you.”
“I’m glad he has you too.”
I wait while Reggie finishes getting dressed and then goes to talk with Jay in the kitchen. I clean up, get dressed, and strip the bed for laundry, then sit down again, staring at my phone for what feels like an eternity.
Me: John…we need to talk. We’ve been friends for too long to throw it away because I’m in love with your son. I love him, John. I should have told you that day. Please talk to me. I miss you.
I smell garlic and tomatoes when I head for the kitchen and hear the sound of Jay’s and Reggie’s laughter, which makes my chest feel lighter.
The three of us talk while Jay makes our meal, then sit at the dining room table together to eat.
Jay forces us to try dinner one at a time so he can see each of our reactions, which Reggie pretends to think is ridiculous, but I don’t think he does. The food is perfect and delicious. When each of us tells him, after he makes sure we’re serious, I practically have to pull him down from the ceiling, he’s so excited.
Reggie stays for a little while after we eat, but then says he’s going to go home. I hug him, but Jay walks him out to his car to say goodbye, while I head up to our room.
I can’t help looking at my phone again. I bring up the message to John and see there’s no reply. Just as I toss my phone to the bed, Jay comes back in.
“Hey, you.” I do my best to give him a smile.
“Hi.” He walks over and takes my hand. I let him, Jay leading us into the bathroom. I don’t ask what we’re doing because it doesn’t matter. Whatever he needs, I’m going to give it to him—and will probably need it myself. That’s the thing about us—our needs match up so well, and part of that is because we get so much out of providing something for the other.
Jay begins to undress me, and I allow it. Once I’m naked, I watch as he takes off his clothes, then again holds my hand, pulling me to the shower. He doesn’t turn the water on, cluing me in on what he wants.
When Jay kneels in front of me, a surge of possessiveness swells in my chest.
“Please?” he asks, and that one simple word unravels any pretense of self-control. I want this as much as he does.
“Yes.” Holding the base of my cock, I angle it at him. It takes a moment before the first spurt of urine splashes against his chest. Jay moans, leans in, and closes his eyes while I mark my territory.
He dips his head, my piss in his hair, running down his back, his shoulders, his chest—a moment that others might not see as beautiful, but to us, between us, it is.
When my bladder is empty, he looks up at me—wet and smiling and so fucking perfect, he steals my breath. I pull him to his feet and crash our mouths together, not caring that I taste my urine on him. I press him against the wall, rut against him, kiss him like his mouth is the only place I can draw breaths from.
We’re writhing and moaning and so close to coming that when I sense we’re both seconds away from losing control, I pull back, then pluck the lube from the shower rack. “Your Sir wants you to fuck him.”
Jay’s pupils blow wide. I’m surprised at my own request, but I want it. Even if this isn’t something we’ve ever done, I want it now, in this moment between us.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” Jay takes the bottle from me.
I press my hands against the wall. “Lick me first.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The positions we take during sex don’t matter. Regardless of who is taking cock, I’m the one in charge. We both know that, and we both want that.
Jay kneels, spreads my cheeks, and pushes his tongue against my rim. Pleasure shoots through me, his tongue working me up as he licks and tastes and devours.
“Slick your fingers and push one inside.”
“Yes, Marshall. God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
I spread my legs, but that’s as much as I’m willing to give him. A second later, one of his digits is pushing at my hole. It’s been a long time since I’ve been penetrated, my cock beginning to soften as I adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion. But then he fucks me with it, brushes his finger against my prostate, while saying “Thank you, Sir” and “I love you, Sir,” all that getting in my head and making blood rush to my groin.
“Two now,” I demand, and Jay gives it to me, my cock hardening and aching, breathing picking up while my body’s losing itself to my hole.
When I tell him three, he does that too, the stretch uncomfortable, but it doesn’t take me long to adjust, and I stroke my cock in unison with him.
“Stand up. Fuck me, boy. Show your Sir you’re just as good with your cock as you are with your ass.”
“I can’t wait to feel what it’s like to be inside you.”
My ass feels strange when he pulls out, leaving me empty. Jay stands behind me, slicking his cock. I try to lower myself some so the angle is right, and then he’s there, pressing kisses to my back while his cockhead pushes against my ass.
The initial discomfort swiftly gives way to pleasure as I soak up all the greedy sounds he makes and whispers of love and affection.
We breathe out together when he’s fully inside, before I say, “Fuck me hard and fast. Show me I’m yours. You have my permission to come at any moment.”
“Yes, Sir, but I want you to come first.” Jay pulls back before slamming into me again. He wraps his arm around my body, and I let him jerk me off while he ruts into my ass.
“Hell yes. Fuck your Sir. Please me. Make me shoot my load all over the shower wall for you.”
My orgasm is already building higher and higher. Each time his dick rubs against my prostate, I’m pushed closer and closer to that edge until I can’t stop myself from falling, cum spurting from my cock, balls high and unloading.
“Thank you, Sir!” Jay says from behind me, his dick swelling and jerking as he releases his cum inside me.
“Lick it up,” I tell him. He drops down, licking up all my cum—and then he’s tonguing my ass again, swallowing any of his own jizz that he can get.
Later, after we’ve actually showered, washed, dried off, and are naked in bed together, he says, “I liked fucking you. It’s never really been what I want, but it was wonderful with you.”
“I’m glad.” I kiss his temple.
“But I still want you to fuck me most of the time.”
I smile. “That’s good because that’s what I was planning anyway.”
He’s quiet. I’m pretty sure there is more he wants to say, so I wait.
“I loved today. I loved being with you and Reggie together. I’m glad I had that experience, but is it okay if I don’t want to do it again? I told Reggie already, when I walked him out. I only want you.”
His words jump-start my heart, make it accelerate. “Yes, sweet boy. I only want you too.”