Thirty-One
Sawyer
Now this isn’t how I imagined this meeting going and yet, while I’m being lifted from my lightly bruised knees, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I have never felt more like me, the most authentic me, when I am with Avory, in any situation. Having his dick in my mouth just moments ago was an added reward.
He listened. He actually listened to me and the words which tumbled out of my mouth. His eyes focused on me as I spoke, and the way his lips crashed with mine just confirmed everything I needed to know about us. That we could somehow make this work, but we’ll talk about that later.
Right now, his hands are gripping to every part of my body while I palm him through his boxers which he hastily pulled back up. We stumble against the door frame, then past his bedroom door, our lips and tongues locking and that familiar scent of Avory floating in the air. Avory had tucked the rest of his clothes and any evidence of our interaction on the sofa under his arm, but that all found its way to the bedroom floor quickly as my palms press against his chest, guiding him to the bed. His moans, buried into the depths of my throat, made these shorts and briefs feel incredibly overwhelming as they stretch to their full potential. Avory rests back on the bed, his elbows propping his gorgeous frame up with my guidance to do so all while displaying the wet patch on his boxers where his tip stands prominent. As I bring a knee to his side, he resists my attempt to join him.
“Baby, are you okay with me taking these off you?”
Two of his fingers crawl into the waistband of my shorts and boxers, and I nod to his request. My words are rare and few right now since my mind is just a raging hormone oven which can only produce gibberish or something that would be a horrifying attempt at flirting.
Avory slowly peels the damp fabric from my waist, pulling them further down to reveal the hardened mess he has created. I step out of the fabric which now surrounds my ankles.
I have never been on display for anyone before.
The sudden realisation smacks me hard, pulling me from our hazy moments of bliss as I realise no one has ever seen these parts of me. As I hide behind his sleeves, Avory’s eyes beam up at me. All of me. He doesn’t see me as if I am some sort of display, he looks at me in a way I have never been looked at before – he looks at me like I am the most beautiful being he’s ever seen. He makes me feel that way, too.
“Baby, you are so damn beautiful.”
I finally crawl onto the bed and over his lap, every inch of his skin radiates heat which I wish I could bottle and taste whenever I crave him. That bottle would run out pretty quick.
Sitting on his lap, his hands grasping my waist as my palms press against his chest, I could feel the adrenaline yet nervousness flowing throughout my veins. I have never done any of this before, and I’d never wish for anyone else to carry me through this, but feeling Avory’s hard cock pressing against my cheeks, while mine presses against his stomach at times as I lean down to kiss him, I know that we are here, together, for each other. My hands move into his untamed waves, pushing them off his face as his hands travel from my waist to my ass, cupping both cheeks and squeezing gently.
His voice, deeper and with each word being pronounced and prominent in this thick, warm air, presses against my ear. “Do you want me to guide you through this, love?”
I nod into his shoulder because that voice. I’m so incredibly weak for him, I want him to lead me through this. I want to succumb to his touch until it’s the only thing I’ll ever recognise and remember. Unfortunately, one of his warm hands had to peel itself away from my cheek as he reaches for a small black wash bag on the floor, his hand fumbling as his tongue pokes out past his lips slightly. How can he be so incredibly hot, yet cute as well?
He clutches a small, clear bottle before opening it on his bedside table and asking for my assistance with squeezing a considerable amount onto two of his fingers. Thank God for lube.
“I want to ease you into this, baby, okay?”
That goddamn voice, mixing with the sensation of his fingertips of my skin, makes my entire body quake. The best I can muster is a hum in agreement as I bury myself into the crook between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his salty yet musky scent. I slowly begin to plant kisses along his neck, his clavicles and every dip and curve I can find as a sudden cold spark brings me back to reality from the hot, sweaty, did I mention hot, world we have created. His fingers begin to slowly trail against my opening, my kisses becoming messy and wet as I struggle to focus on anything other than his touch.
“Relax my love, my boy, relax,”
he whispers into my ear, and I try my hardest to bury my whimpers into his neck as his first finger teases, massages then slowly inserts into me.
He eases himself into me, slowly gliding in and out of me, that damn bass to his voice reassuring me as eventually, he inserts two of his lengthy fingers, stretching me out and forcing me to learn about parts of myself which I tried my hardest to ignore for far too long. The feeling, sharp enough to cause a hiss through my teeth at first, slowly drifts into a mist of warmth, burning heat actually, which floods this bliss which spreads over my core.
As he tauntingly moves himself in and out of me, I begin to feel the fabric of Avory’s boxers now soaking in himself beneath me, as my length begins to spill onto his stomach, leaving my trails to fill his natural, muscular curves. His fingers slowly begin to settle in me, and as my mind begins to follow in suit, and the stars that fill the room begin to dissipate, they suddenly shine brighter than before as his fingers begin to roll inside me. He finds a part of me that feels phenomenally overwhelming, and I don’t want him to stop. No, I want more. I need more.
“Baby, you feel so incredible. Does this feel good?”
I struggle to think of any words that can remotely describe how he feels right now, but my voice only escapes in a mixture of whimpers and sharp breaths.
“Ah, ah—Avory, you feel amazing—fuck!”
My back arches back into his fingers which causes a moan of surprise it seems to erupt from Avory, and I want more of that. I want to hear him, I want him to feel good, I want him to feel as amazing as he makes me feel every, single, day.
Avory clearly senses my need as I find myself practically grinding against his fingers, his name escaping between every moan. His free hand grips my hip, forcing me to slow down and giving him enough time to gently remove himself, leaving me already feeling sensitive to his touch. Avory cups my jaw with one hand so my face meets his, his lips plastering my face and neck as I regain my breath.
“You did so well, my love.”
“Baby please, I want more of you.”
My desperation for him is blatant and obvious, but I don’t care. I want him. I want Avory. Not only because it’s Avory, but because we are doing something that I never believed would be possible in general let alone with someone I love. This, right here, is the biggest acceptance of myself, a man who loves other men, and specifically, a man who loves this punk guitarist who happened to stumble into his old café. I continue to repeat to myself not to blurt that out right now, but that’s a conversation for another day. Not right now.
Avory’s light laugh holds some sort of devilish intent behind it as he helps me lift off my knees, allowing him to free himself and his standing cock, already glistening with precum which begins to leak down his length.
“I want you to take your time, beautiful. I want you to feel good, so good.”
Avory’s words remain calm, but I struggle to believe they’ll stay that way.
As Avory guides me with one hand, holding his cock still with the other, I position my already sensitive opening over his slick head. I slowly lower myself, trying my best to relax myself as Avory’s free hand now begins to rub my thigh slowly, back and forth. My eyes force themselves shut as I begin to feel his head pushing against my behind, and very slowly, his head passes into me, my breath catching in my throat as both of Avory’s hands begin to support me all over my body.
His voice forces me back into the room. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well.”
His words encourage me as low grunts escape past his lips and into the already stuffy air. “God, do you know how pretty you are, Sawyer?”
No one has ever called me pretty before.
“You’re my pretty boy.”
His words, mixing with his length slowly making its way into me, causes everything in my body to sear with heat, and I find myself lowering my body entirely onto him. The nipping pain of my first time slowly turns into pleasure as Avory gasps. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as I settle onto his length, onto the warmth and stiffness which now sits inside me.
My thighs tremble around him and my body already appears weak as my hands catch me from falling face first into Avory. My hands grip the duvet either side of Avory’s chest as his hands fumble with where they want to grip. From tangling in my curls, to cupping my jaw and kissing me slowly and tenderly, to digging his painted nails into my waist as he holds me in place.
I slowly bring myself to grind on his cock, my length rubbing against the fabric of his hoodie hanging from my shoulders as I roll my hips back and forth. His member continues to rub and press against the same spot his fingers found, and this overwhelming pleasure drives me to grind faster. Faster. Avory’s moans fill the room as he praises and sings my name, and I have never felt so important in someone’s life before, and I find myself moaning and praising his name right back.
“F-fuck, ah, Avory, I’m so close.”
I continue to leave continuous trails of myself over Avory’s sculpted frame as everything begins to tighten within me.
“M-My pretty b-boy, you’re doing so fucking well, fuck, don’t s-stop.”
Avory’s back arches up ever so slightly as he begins to thrust up into me, gently, but only at first. My whimpers and moans turn into yelps and curses in a matter of moments as I find myself collapsing onto Avory’s being, his arms wrapping around me tightly as he continues. My lips and teeth find any of Avory’s skin that I can reach to kiss, lick, bite, and moan into as his breaths become quick and short, with beads of sweat forming on him, on myself, between us, and every one of my limbs turn weak, trembling with every movement.
“B-baby, please I’m so—”
My words are cut off not only by my own whimpers as my entire core tightens, but by Avory’s sheer strength as he rolls us over as one, his weight now falling on top of my petite frame as my back presses into the mattress, my legs clenching around his waist.
Avory pants, his face flushed and his hair sticking to his temples as he gazes down at me. As I try to form the words to tell him how utterly gorgeous he is, Avory’s lips press hard into mine, his tongue having no problem finding mine as he starts to thrust himself into me, slowly at first. Our kiss is full, messy, wet, but it is so overwhelmingly hot, each thrust of his causing a moan from the both of us to fill each other’s mouths.
Avory’s teeth find my bottom lip as his moans turn to whimpers, and mine begin to match his pitch and volume. His speed picks up suddenly as curses slip past his lips, his entire build tightening around me as his forehead presses against mine, and the overwhelming bliss he buries me in grows stronger.
A sudden heat builds within my core as Avory tips over the edge and releases himself inside me. He mutters my name with each of his final thrusts, the heat feeling like nothing I thought was even possible, and I have never felt so incredible, and it’s all because of him. Not only does the act itself cause a high to daze my mind but knowing that this is a life I want to lead, this is the life I have been denied for so long which is now mine, is a high that can never be beaten.
Avory slowly pulls himself out of my swollen and sensitive behind, and as I only begin to notice how comforting it is to be surrounded by Avory’s minty shampoo as I lay on his pillow, Avory kisses from my jaw to my hips, guiding him down the bed. Confusion clearly plasters my face as his eyes tell me to stay put, which I happily do, letting my aching body rest until Avory’s free hand grabs onto my thigh, forcing them apart as his head fills the empty space between, taking my swelling dick in his mouth in almost one movement. I gasp whatever air I can find throughout the intoxicatingly delicious scent we have created in his room; my back arching more than I thought it ever could, accidentally forcing all my length past Avory’s sweet lips.
Good to know he’s capable of that.
From gripping the duvet, to covering my entire face with his sleeves, to winding my fingers through his wild waves and curls, I struggle to focus or understand anything other than Avory’s warm mouth surrounding me.
I call out, “A-Av—Baby, I can’t hold it—”
As his mouth continues to massage my length repeatedly, I feel a tightness grow inside me until it loosens with a wave of fiery heat throughout my body, and I release down Avory’s throat, my entire body boiling over as the warmth and waves of pleasure spread rapidly. My arching back collapses into the mattress as I attempt to shuffle myself onto my elbows, only weakly holding myself up as I watch Avory wipe the corners of his mouth with his thumb, and lick clean anything he swipes.
My entire body sinks into the mattress, a tremble spreading over every limb possible. For minutes, the room is filled with our heavy, trembling breaths and I’m sure that if we’re quiet enough, you could hear the beads of sweat trickling over our bodies. We don’t speak for minutes, but our eyes never leave the other’s quivering body, soft yet adrenaline filled smiles remaining on both of our faces.
My legs fall flat on the bed as Avory rises after kissing every bit of my exposed skin and enters a room to the side of his bedroom, and as I remain star-fished, Avory returns with a wet towel. My eyes begin to drift shut as he gently massages the warm cloth over my thighs, my behind, and around my slowly relaxing dick. Everything continues to be highly sensitive, but as Avory slides himself into a fresh pair of boxers, then behind me and rolls me onto my side, our breathing begins to fall into sync. His arm grips around my stomach while the other falls under my neck, my hand fiddling with his, and nothing has ever felt so right. He feels so right. Everything about this, us, feels right.
“Hey, Avory?”
“Yes, my love?”
I feel my cheeks rise in heat at the word. Love. He leans over and kisses my bright red cheek, my neck, and finally my shoulder as I roll over in his arms to face him.
“I love you.”
I have always been made to believe that I’m not worthy of those words, and that those words would never be able to leave my lips, because how can anyone love me like this? Well, I am me, and whether he accepts that or only wants me as a one-time thing before packing his bags, whether he returns those words or laughs right in my face for ever believing in us, I muster the courage to say those words for the first time, to make those words feel familiar, and for those to come from my own thoughts and beliefs.
He licks and bites his lip in a failed attempt to hide the growing smile on his face. A smile I never want to stop seeing.
“I love you, Sawyer.”
I can’t remember falling asleep, but I’ll happily remain here for the rest of my days if it means being buried in Avory’s scent on his sheets, in his clothes which smell like comfort while also serving as a constant reminder to our incredible night just gone. I think the dull ache in my behind and my muscles also serves as a reminder for that exact reason.
My surroundings are blurred as I begin to shuffle myself up the bed and reach over to the side table. As I grab my cold frames, the chill on my face suddenly aiding me in waking up, I notice my phone plugged in to charge sat next to a pile of fresh clothes. Avory’s clothes. As much as I don’t want to part with this hoodie, I can imagine that it definitely needs a wash now. Avory must have done all of this as I notice an empty half of the bed, and his bedside table empty.
As if he knows my ponderings, his laugh alongside a deeper bellow float under the bedroom door from the main room of the flat, and that is most definitely Avory’s laugh, alongside who I would assume is Marcus. I force myself to leave this safe Avory haven as I throw the duvet and twist my body, so my bare feet press against the warm floors. I slowly undress last night’s dirty clothes and fold them onto the pillow before dressing myself once more with what Avory has left me; a similar outfit to last night and I can’t help but smile.
I unplug my phone, seeing message after message which I must have amassed over our night together. Avory’s voice begins to travel to me again, and I struggle not to just run to him, practically begging for his lips on mine again, but I don’t cave. I slide my phone open, finding Gwen, Xander, and her have messaged.
Gwen: BABE! WHERE ARE YOU? HOW DID IT GO?
Xander: Sawyer, bud! Are you alright? Do you need us to come get you?
Gwen: 4 missed calls
Gwen: SAWYER! Are you staying overnight? *Wink wink*
Xander: Please ignore Gwen, just be safe, whatever you do!
Tracey: Come home this instant.
Tracey: Why aren’t you at the shop?
Tracey: You’re late.
Tracey: Sawyer Sombre, get home now.
Even once I’m gone, she expects me to continue to be her loyal dog. I hold her name down, and with a slight hesitation, I delete her messages. That’s for another time.
I reply to Gwen and Xander, letting them know that I’m okay, I’m safe and with Avory, and I shove my phone into his hoodie pocket before I can read their replies.
My hand grasps the door handle, lingering for a moment as I realise how surreal everything has become in an instant, before opening the door and being met with a beautiful sight. Avory, in his joggers and a black t-shirt, sits on a stool by their kitchen island, leaning on his palm and stirring a mug of something. His curls and waves, looping themselves around each other as the length taunts the neck of his shirt and I’ll never believe how gorgeous he is.
Marcus potters around the kitchen, multiple frying pans on the stove as golden, seeded bagel halves fly upwards from the toaster. He has a couple of inches on Avory, but his build is undeniably bigger. Broad shoulders, defined pecs which his shirt plunges into, a slightly tanned complexion and thick black and silver stubble, which matches his quiff perfectly. Even when you know that they aren’t father and son, and even when they look so different to each other, they somehow look so similar, like two puzzle pieces which you never thought would click together, yet it all makes sense when they do.
“Hey A, are you finished stirring my coffee?”
Avory nods, sliding the mug across the island which Marcus then scoops up through the handle and swigs. His face immediately scrunches up as he struggles to swallow his mouthful.
“Goddamn sachets. That tastes like crap!”
“That’s because you’ve probably burnt it!”
My voice creeps past my lips at a volume I’m not used to and before I can even process that I have spoken, he’s looking at me.
“Good morning, beautiful!”
Avory’s smile grows wide as he pulls the stool out next to him. I plant myself on the leather seat as Avory’s turns my jaw to face him, kissing me quickly before Marcus’ throaty grunt interrupts us. I laugh quietly into his sleeves as Marcus’ eyebrows raise, his eyes darting between myself and Avory.
“Oh right, I have some explaining to do.”
Avory’s hand slides over and rests on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles as Marcus turns to me.
“Sawyer, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
Marcus scoffs into his burnt coffee as I speak, and I instantly wonder about everything I could’ve done wrong in a matter of seconds.
“Just Marcus, will do! Come here!”
Marcus practically dances around the island as he approaches my stool and wraps his bulging arms around me. He radiates warmth and spicy cologne, similar to Avory, and I find myself sinking into his hug as Avory attempts to push him off. His hands remain on my shoulders as he speaks with such a joyful tone.
“Now, are you some sort of mage? Wizard? Because I never, in all the years I’ve been with my lad, imagined him having someone like you in his life. Avory, can I say it?”
He peers over my shoulders and Avory has his head in his hands, and his voice muffles into his palms.
“You’re going to, anyways!”
“A boyfriend! A boyfriend in his life!”
My cheeks flush at the word, as Marcus dashes to tend to his over sizzling pans. Avory’s hand returns to my thigh as he mouths the word, sorry, over and over.
The entire morning is filled with cooked breakfasts, stories of Bright Lights on their travels, and Marcus learning everything about me which he didn’t already discover through Avory, including my trick to fix burnt coffee by adding a pinch of salt, making Marcus reconsider every burnt cup he’s ever had.
Avory keeps many chapters of my life private from Marcus, and through our constant glances at each other and need to always be touching each other somehow, I hope he realises how grateful I am for that. For him.
“Right, you two, I need to get showered, and Avory and I need to finish packing, we’re off tomorrow morning, you!”
As Marcus strolls over to what I assume is his room, he shouts across the room before closing his door, “Hey, A! You better ask him now!”
Marcus’ chuckle bounces off his bedroom walls, the bass vibrating throughout the flat.
As I bring myself under Avory’s arm, resting my head against his chest, his heartbeat echoing throughout my mind, he speaks with a quieter and higher tone than usual, is he nervous?
“Sawyer?”
I peer up to him as he speaks, his neck tensing then relaxing over and over as he thinks. I’ve always loved how you can see when Avory is thinking, planning his next words. He pulls my legs over his lap, turning my body into his as his pools of cobalt blue look directly at me, all of me.
“Please come with us.”