Chapter 29 #2
“Mm.” He rolls onto his side to face me, brushing his lips against mine. “Less athletic works. Like that one Sunday morning when I dragged you on a ten-mile run, and when we came home, we spent an hour in bed grinding against each other nice and slow.”
My breath hitches and fresh heat rushes through my body at the memory.
I know the morning he’s talking about. It had started to rain, and we frotted against each other in time with the slow, steady drumbeat of the raindrops on the window, kissing until our lips were sore.
When we finally came, it was so intense I nearly blacked out.
“Yeah, just like that,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his.
Butch pulls me closer until our bodies are aligned in all the right places, with our legs tangled around each other, his hard, bare cock against mine, and our chests meeting with every heavy breath we share.
BUTCH
My cock drools a slippery strand of precum onto the head of Percy’s.
He whimpers and thrusts against me in the same slow, lazy rhythm our lips and tongues have found.
A hard, wild fuck, trading sloppy blowjobs, or torturously unhurried frotting—it makes no difference to me.
As long as I have him naked in my bed, moaning and writhing with pleasure, I’m more than satisfied.
The salty taste of sweat between our lips and the shape of his smile against mine just make it that much better.
I reach blindly for the lube without breaking the kiss. But once I grab it, I realize my plan isn’t going to work with one arm trapped underneath Percy. I chuckle against his lips and put the bottle of lube into his hand.
“Pour some of that on my fingers for me, baby.”
He laughs right back and helps me out, then tosses the bottle back onto the bed, and we fall right back into the kiss, rocking against each other, his cock dragging against mine, our balls colliding with every slow thrust. I slip my fingers into the crease of his ass, and he groans loudly around my tongue as they glide over his already soft, tender hole.
I circle his rim, teasing him, making him gasp and his thrusts stutter momentarily.
His cock twitches against mine, and the feeling has my balls tightening and another rope of precum oozing out to slick between us.
I happily swallow every horny sound he feeds me, and ease him back into the idle, relaxed rhythm we had before as I carefully inch the tip of my finger inside him.
He gasps my name, and a possessive growl rumbles in my throat as I kiss him deeper.
His rim clenches and relaxes around my first knuckle, then my second knuckle, until my finger is deep inside his hot, tight channel, thrusting at the same lazy pace as our frotting.
His moans vibrate continuously between us, his muscles trembling from exhaustion and from the mounting pleasure.
I’m in the same boat, all of my muscles twitching and aching just enough to keep me from rolling him over and fucking him into the bed, but not enough to keep me from getting completely lost in our endless kiss and the feeling of his body against mine.
I’ve enjoyed men with all different body types over the years, but no one has ever fit me the way Percy does.
The drag of his cock against mine is fucking heaven, the clench of his tight hole around my finger is goddamn perfection, sweaty skin against sweaty skin.
Even the way his hands move over my body makes my cock ache and the heat in my gut tighten.
But more than anything, it’s the way his sweet little breaths dance over my lips in between each hungry kiss.
It’s the way he whispers my name, and the dizzying sounds he makes every time my finger thrusts deeper or my cockhead catches against his. It’s Percy, and he feels like home.
Our rhythm doesn’t speed up, but the urgency in every kiss mounts.
Our bodies know each other by now, and it turns every movement into something beautifully mindless and feral.
Our hips know exactly how to move so our cocks drag together in just the right way, my fingers know the way he likes his rim tugged and how deep to thrust, and when he starts making little gasping noises around my tongue, the primal part of my brain has no doubt his orgasm is close.
My balls tighten in anticipation and a guttural groan lodges itself in my throat.
Percy lets out a strangled sound, digging his fingers harder into my shoulder blades and arching his back.
His inner muscles clench tight around my fingers and his cock starts to twitch and spasm against mine as he pants and moans against my lips.
The feeling of him quaking and his cock jerking is all the permission my body needs to let go and follow him over the edge.
Heat explodes in my gut, and my cock starts to pulse, splattering ropes of cum all over his belly and both of our cocks.
We pant into each other’s mouths, our hips jerking involuntarily to chase every last twitch of pleasure that rocks through both of us until we’re spent.
Our kiss slows and finally stops, but we stay close, pressed against each other, sticky with sweat and my cum.
Percy rests his forehead against mine, his eyes fluttering closed and a contented smile tugging at his lips.
He’s so fucking beautiful and sweet. Loving him almost feels like too much, but in the best possible way.
“Move in with me,” I blurt.
His eyes snap open and he sputters a breathless laugh. “Seriously? Or is this just post-orgasm insanity that I shouldn’t read too much into?”
“Seriously.” Sure, the idea only occurred to me this morning when he mentioned his rent going up, and I haven’t really thought about the logistics, but just saying it out loud feels like a weight lifting off my chest. Like I’ve been wanting this without realizing it.
“Where? Here?”
I shrug one shoulder. “I don’t know. We can find a new place if you want. Maybe there’s something closer to campus or closer to the gym.”
His smile grows and he bites his bottom lip. “I want to say yes.”
“So say yes.”
“I don’t know. Should I feel guilty?”
“About Juno?” I frown. I hadn’t thought of that.
“Oh, no. They actually have a legit job at a lab at the university, so they make decent money. Plus, they have zillions of friends, so they could definitely find another roommate if they want one. It’ll be weird living apart for the first time in our adult lives, but they’ll be fine,” he says.
“But what about Fender? Is he going to hate me for stealing his roommate away from him?”
I chuckle and brush Percy’s sweaty curls off of his forehead.
“He’ll survive. He could probably afford a small place on his own. And, if it makes you feel any better, AJ mentioned his brother is thinking about moving to town and might need a roommate, so Fender can always torture him instead of me.”
“Yeah?” His eyebrows go up and he absently uses the tip of his finger to draw little hearts on my chest. “You really want to do this? Living together is kind of a big deal.”
“I really want this,” I say firmly, without a hint of doubt in my voice or my heart.
“I want to wake up with you every morning, I want to pick out shit to hang on the walls together, I want to spend every night with your feet in my lap while I watch ESPN and you frown at your laptop and grade papers. I want a life with you.”
His breath catches in his throat, and his eyes get glassy, making me worry for a second that I might have said something wrong. But then he sniffles and laughs again.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.” He laughs one more time, and then we crash together in another kiss.
Later we’ll work out all the details. Maybe we’ll even drag ourselves out of bed and go meet everyone at the bar so we can buy a round and tell Fender and Juno the news. But for right now, we just savor this moment, wrapped up in each other, smiling into an endless kiss.
THE END