Twenty-Five
Jace
Morning light casts shadows on Nate’s back. I don’t have to worry about waking up next to him this time. I don’t have to worry about him getting out of bed before me. He makes a soft sound when I make shapes out of his freckles with my fingers.
His eyes twitch, lashes fluttering, and he presses his face to my chest. “Mm, morning.”
“Morning.” I brush a curling strand of hair from his face and kiss his nose.
“What time is it?” he asks between yawns, placing his leg on top of mine.
“No idea.” My stomach groans and I glance between us. “Food time.”
His laughter tickles my chest. “I think I’m in the mood for donuts.” His eyes flick up at me.
“You saying you want to go to the bakery down the street?”
He shakes his head. “No. I want to have some delivered and stay on this couch with you for as long as I can.”
“You mean until dinner and our parents.”
He stifles a groan, shifting to his back and pushing me more to the edge. “Don’t remind me.”
“You wanted it to be like old times.” I purse my lips and he elbows me in the chest.
“Yeah, except for the part where I had to wait hours for us to be alone so I could kiss you.”
“No one said anything about hours.” I trace the seam of his lips with my thumb, kissing his forehead. “I’ll put the order in this time.” I search around us, lifting my pants from the ground and swiping my phone from my pocket. There’s a missed call from an unknown number waiting for me.
“What is it?” Nate lifts himself halfway up on his elbows, looking between my questioning face and the screen.
“Some number I don’t know. Probably a scam call.” Twisting my body, I place my feet on the ground and throw on my pants.
“I like the throw blanket better,” he says, smiling up at me with a little bit of beard burn on his neck and other random places on his body. Will Glen see all the marks I’ve left behind? Why do I suddenly have the urge to make more?
Shaking off the thought, I lower my face to peck his sweet mouth. “And I’ll freeze my ass off less in these and get fewer weird looks from the delivery person.”
“Okay fine, but when it’s just us, I don’t want you wearing anything at all.”
“Does that mean you won’t either?”
He stretches his arms up above his head, giving me a cheeky grin. “Yes. We’ll put on clothes to have dinner and then we’ll immediately take them off once we walk back through that door.”
“Sounds like you got the rest of our day together all figured out.”
His lips turn downward and I hate myself for mentioning it too. This is our last day together, so we have to make it count. I fly out tomorrow afternoon and he’s going to want to kiss me at the gate, playing out a scene from one of those romantic comedies he’d ask me to watch after we’d seen a movie he found to be too scary.
After deleting the missed call, another one comes in from the same number and I hit ignore. If they call again, I’ll probably hit the block button. I don’t give my number to a lot of people. Swiping to the Uber Eats app, I place our food order, adding lots of extra rolls, and throw myself back on the couch. Nate and I roll around, kissing until we’re both out of breath and flushing.
His swelling cock digs into my clothed hip and I count the minutes until the food gets here. Quickly slamming the door shut as I send my tip, I set the donuts on the coffee table and take off my pants.
Loud giggling is forced out of him when I jump on him, rubbing my naked body against his. My leaking cock leaves a trail behind on his hip and I smear it into his skin. Head tilted back, his eyes flutter and he ruts against me, making addicting needy sounds.
His moans are muffled with my mouth as I dip my tongue between his lips. “We should eat something.”
“Yeah, we should.” He goes back to assaulting my mouth with his tongue and I circle my fingers around his nipples, teasing the area and never actually coming in contact with the darker skin.
“We really should,” I say, climbing off him and he sticks his arms out, puffing his bottom lip in a pout.
“We’ll eat, shower, and then you’ll give me that tour you promised me yesterday.” I hand him a donut and he downcasts his eyes.
“Fine. Or how about tour first and then shower?”
“Either order works for me. As long as they both come after much needed sustenance.”
He sinks his teeth into the powdered dough, moaning around it. I can’t believe I’m jealous of a donut. Glen’s one thing, but food? I want the pleasure of pulling those sounds from him to be mine alone.
White power dusts his lips, and I do what I’d wanted to at the ice-cream shop, sliding close enough to lick them clean.
He purposely covers his lips in jelly and sugar as he eats his last donut, tempting my mouth some more. I eat my kolache and grab us both water from the fridge to chase our food down with, and we share more kisses on the couch before he shows me the guest room where I was supposed to be sleeping. It’s filled with softs blues and greens. I laugh when we enter his room next—nothing about it is subtle.
Bright, colorful artwork lines the walls, and there are red curtains with matching bedding. Zebra-striped throw pillows are scattered on top, and don’t get me started on his polka-dotted chair.
“Why does it look like a circus threw up in here?”
We both burst out in laughter, tumbling together onto the bed. After wrinkling and dirtying his bedding, I sit on his obnoxious chair while he rides my cock, but I don’t drag either of our orgasms out this time, desperate to see more of my cum dripping from his hole. He comes before me, bouncing up and down while sounding exasperated.
I push my hips upward, arching up until I’m deeper and surrounded completely by his warmth. He cries out from being too sensitized, digging his nails into my shoulders as I finish using his tight channel to get off.
He slumps against me as I come, grinding slowly as I lose myself in each sensation racking through my body.
“Got any more rooms for me to see?”
A laugh pushes past his lips and he kisses me. It’s slow and patient. That’s exactly how loving him has felt. Long-lasting and with no end in sight. Blocking my view of him never lessened it before, so why do I think it’ll work this time?
“Can one of you boys get me the flour?”
“Sure,” I clip, marching toward the pantry.
Her next words are hard to make out when I get too far away, but I hear Nate say, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll get it.”
The door to the pantry taps closed behind me and Nate greets me with a large mischievous smile.
“What are you doing?” I grab for the tall container labeled flour from the second shelf.
“Getting the sugar Mom asked for once you were already out of sight. And getting my kiss.”
Balancing the container in one arm, I step forward and brush my lips over his. They lock together, tongues fighting to let go, but I press my hand to his chest when he tries to dive in for more. “We should get this stuff to the kitchen before she suspects something.”
He groans. “Fine.” And snakes an arm behind me to grab the sugar. Mom’s mixing something in a bowl when we return, and Dad’s laughing at something on the TV. He joins us in the kitchen when Mom asks him to set the table, and sits with Nate and me at the table, chit-chatting while we wait for the food to be done.
Mom brings everything to the table and looks between me and Nate when she sees us sitting close together. Nate kicks his foot against mine, reaching under the table to link his pinkie with mine in between clearing his plate. Whenever he thinks our parents aren’t paying attention, he shoots me a flirty glance and slides his hand deeper into mine.
Dad suggests another movie night and we all remind him how bad he is at them. “I think we need to have a movie day with you,” I say.
“He’ll fall asleep during those too,” Mom says, dabbing her mouth with a napkin.
The kitchen fills with laughter and everything really does feel like before. I enjoy it while it lasts, suggesting we eat our dessert on the back patio. Outside, we share more laughter and exchange stories under the stars.
Dad is the first to turn in and then Mom, leaving me and Nate alone, leaning into each other. After making sure the coast is clear, he sneaks in a kiss and we walk over to the old tree house. The ladder is a little wobbly, and I swear I see my life flash before my eyes when I step on a loose board once inside.
Nate scoots around me, sitting down on the old mattress and reaching for the old games. “I can’t believe this is all still up here.”
“Yeah, and it looks like some wildlife got in,” I say, pointing to the box of twinkies with bite marks in it.
Nate wrinkles his nose, pushing it back with a stick, and jumps back when his phone rings. “Shit.” His eyes widen when he glances down at the screen. “Glen. I forgot I was supposed to call him back last night.”
“Why don’t you talk to him now?” I suggest, hoping he doesn’t listen.
He nibbles on his bottom lip, hitting the answer button and pressing the phone to his ear. “Hey, babe.”
I cringe on the inside, trying not to show my feelings of disgust and jealousy on my face. I pretend to go back to looking at everything we left in here all those summers ago, and Jace looks away from me, scrubbing at his face.
“I can’t wait to see you either. Yeah, sure.” He sighs softly, poking at a small hole in the blanket underneath him. “I will. How’s work?”
His eyes move from side to side as he leans back, supporting his weight with his other hand. “That’s good.”
Hating how Glen is cutting into the last few hours I have with Nate, I decide I won’t let him take any more. After all, he’s about to take everything from me again soon. Crawling forward, I yank on Nate’s shorts and he lifts his hips, not fighting me as I place my face between his thighs. I lick at the wet spot on his underwear.
He winces, slamming his foot forward when I push my tongue into the opening of his underwear to tease every bit of skin I can reach. He keeps giving his fiancé short answers while letting me have his body. Once the button is undone on the front, his cock springs free and I take it all the way down to the back of my throat. I bob my head up and down, smiling around the fullness in my mouth.
He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut as he breathes solely through his mouth.
“I love you too,” he says, and the words are like nails on a chalkboard. Feeling primal and possessive of what feels like only mine right now, I yank the phone from his hand and hit end.
His eyes round, and when he tries to reach for it when it rings again, I toss it behind me after shutting it off.
“Why did you do that?”
“You can talk to your fiancé for the rest of your lives. All I get is now, and I’ll be damned if I let him have that too.”
I slide my mouth back down his length, running my tongue all over his sensitive spots. He thrusts his hips and I meet each swing of his hips, gagging when I’m choking him down. He moans, body shuddering as he tugs at my hair. His cock grows in my mouth and his hips press to the floor. As he’s about to let go, I pull off him, and he looks at me as if I’ve splashed cold water on his face.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Tell me you love me.”
“What?” His eyes are wild, hair mussed.
“Tell me you love me. The same way you did him, but I want you to mean it.”
“You know how I feel, Jace.”
“I want to hear it. Over and over as you come from my mouth.”
“I . . . I love you,” he says softly.
“Louder,” I demand.
“I love you. God, I love you, Jace. I fucking love you.” His words shift to long moaning when I go back to servicing his dick with my mouth, adding slight suction to the tip on my way up.
“I love you,” he shouts, thrashing underneath me as he shoots down my constricting throat.
“I love you,” he whispers. “Only you.”
Pulling off with a pop, I lick my lips, collecting any missed drops from his skin. I place a kiss to his tip and crawl up his body, throat aching and heart sulking from the pain it can already feel from the blow that’s about to come tomorrow.
“I know, baby.” I say against his lips. “I know. I love you too.”
I guess I get to have one thing more than Glen after all.