Chapter 25 The Song Of Us
TWENTY-FIVE
THE SONG OF US
ALEX
For years, the best part of spring for me was watching the cherry tree behind the Draper house bloom.
Like so many others, I loved watching the light pink petals sway in the wind and eventually drift to the ground.
What I loved most about it, though, was that the tree reminded me that everything changes.
I wasn’t here to see it this year—because Sebastian and I had been so busy that the family moved the reunion from mid-February to the end of March so we could attend—but I knew that just four weeks ago, the tree had still been bare and dormant.
Without any leaves, it was nothing but a skeleton, barely hinting at the beauty it would one day reveal.
It was just like me.
The first time I came to Seastone, I was freezing.
It was already April, but it was still snowing.
“Nothing too uncommon in the mountains,” Dany told me back then, but it felt unnatural.
It was as if the cold I felt inside me after losing all ties to my family was so strong that nature had no choice but to mirror it.
Dark thoughts haunted me back then. Everything around me seemed bleak, as if I were close to the end and would never see a good day again. But eventually spring came—and with it the warmth. The tree blossomed, and so did I.
The room that both Sebastian and I once called home (albeit at different times) looked as it always had. The bed, the walk-in closet, and the nightstand were all still there. Only my instruments were missing. Still, the room felt empty somehow, stripped of the energy it once held.
Perhaps this was how Sebastian felt when he came back after three years and found me occupying his old space.
I poked my head out the window and took in the majestic, pink glow of the cherry tree in the spring sunlight. A pair of hands snuck around my hips, soon followed by a head seeking comfort between my shoulder blades.
“I’m already so tired,” Seb groaned, the vibration of his voice rippling through my body. He clung to me as if I were a battery he could recharge from. “All these people. All these questions. It’s too much.”
“That’s why I came up here.”
I didn’t mind talking to any of the Drapers, but when we arrived—and thanks to Sebastian finding every possible way to be late, we were the last to join—there were so many conversations happening at the same time that my ears got overwhelmed, and I had no choice but to step away.
“Because you’re the smart one.”
“Says the person with a bachelor’s degree to the college dropout.”
“It’s not like you dropped out because you were a bad student.”
“True. But I wasn’t exactly a great student, either. If I could skip class to make music, I would.”
My time in college felt like a distant memory, almost as if it hadn’t really happened, but belonged to another life I had lived in a dream.
Back then, I had so many visions of what my future might look like, but I never would’ve guessed it would turn out like this.
Things were pretty damn good, despite the sad reality that I still hadn’t heard from my mom.
Around Christmas, I had tried to reach out to her again.
So much had changed and happened that I wanted to share it with her.
Sebastian had encouraged me to try, and he had been there with me when the message I wrote was read but left unanswered.
“Let’s not talk about that,” I said, realizing how far this small thought had pulled me back down the rabbit hole. I had a new family now, one that loved me more than I could have ever wished for.
Below us, the door connecting the kitchen to the backyard opened.
Dany, Laura, Mila, Darcy, and several other relatives stepped outside.
They were still chatting and laughing as they made their way past the cherry tree toward the old barn, now a party room.
Dany reached the glass door first and turned to hold it open for the others, but then he spotted us.
He raised his arm, motioning for us to join them.
Laura paused beside him and started waving too the moment she saw us.
I waved back, then pulled my head inside and closed the window.
Sebastian let out a disgruntled sigh. “I don’t want to go down there again.” When I turned around, he stayed close, not letting go of our embrace. “Can’t we hide up here and make out?”
“You know, I’d love that, but—”
“No. If you love it, then there’s no ‘but.’ Becoming famous can’t just mean working all the time.
There has to be sex involved. That’s what the movies and books have always promised.
” He stood straighter, hovering his mouth in front of mine.
“Wouldn’t you agree that a few minutes to ourselves wouldn’t hurt?
” His breath tickled my lips as he leaned closer, stopping just short, waiting for me to close the distance.
The thought of doing it with him sent a thrill through me. Even though we were always together, we rarely had time alone, and when we did, we were usually too exhausted for anything more.
“How about a preview now, and after dinner, we sneak away?” I suggested. “Just like in the good old days.”
“Sorry, but a preview won’t cut it.” He closed the distance and kissed me with a newfound energy. His right hand slid to the back of my neck as he opened his mouth and invited me in. His left hand rushed to my bulge, kneading my dick through the fabric of my jeans.
His fingers were practiced enough by now to unzip my jeans with just one hand. He pulled the zipper down, felt up my dick through my briefs, then tugged them down, too. “I want your cum. Now. I haven’t tasted it in too long.”
“It’s been two days.”
“Too long.” He squatted down, opened his mouth, licked along my shaft, and wrapped his lips around my glans.
His right hand slid under my shirt and fondled my pecs.
His thumb and index finger searched for my left nipple, and when they found it, they pinched it just right, sending little jolts through my chest.
His head bobbed up and down, his tongue working my shaft as he made sure the tip of my dick brushed the back of his throat.
I brought my hands to his head and ran them through his hair, as I surrendered to the sensation.
By now, he had as much practice with my dick as with his guitar and knew exactly what strings to pull to make me give in to his wishes.
I rested my head against the wall behind me, closed my eyes, and let out a moan.
Getting head from Sebastian was something we both deeply enjoyed.
While he still loved surrendering his ass to me, there were times when he wanted nothing more than to look up from between my legs and watch my body shake under his control.
He had admitted as much back when we were long-distance, and ever since then, I had been more than happy to play along.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, brushing my fingers over his cheek.
“Mhm,” he replied, his sparkling eyes meeting mine. He pulled his head back and replaced his tongue with his right hand. Instead of jerking me off, he slapped my dick against his face. “This just… hits the spot.”
“Not just for you.” I reached for my cock, ready to stroke it and give him the sweet release he craved, but he smacked my hand away.
“Nuh-uh. That’s my job.”
He wrapped his lips around me again and sucked my dick as if it were the only thing he wanted in the world.
The warmth of his mouth, the softness of his tongue—everything worked together to push me closer to the point of no return.
After a few minutes, I was getting close, but I couldn’t quite get there.
He switched to jerking me off and licked my balls.
That made my legs shake, but it still wasn’t enough—until his tongue moved lower, sliding beneath my balls, all the way to my taint.
That unexpected shift tipped me over the edge. Everything rushed through my body, and I barely managed to gasp, “Oh, fuck I’m cumming,” before the first spurt shot out.
Sebastian quickly wrapped his lips around my dick, catching everything from the first to the last drop.
Four spurts landed right in his mouth. My knees buckled, and I arched my back, holding his head as I unloaded.
I panted. Cumming was one thing, cumming inside the guy that I loved was on a totally different level.
We held this position while I caught my breath until he finally pulled his head back and swallowed it all.
He pressed his thumb against my shaft and dragged it toward the head, coaxing out one last drop of cum.
“There’s always more,” he grinned, licking it up and swallowing it, too. “This was a nice preview.”
“I thought a preview wouldn’t suffice.”
“Let’s just say that after getting a first taste, I’m hooked.
” He pushed himself to his feet and walked to the door.
While I stayed where I was, still leaning against the wall, my hard dick hanging out of my pants as I caught my breath, he wrapped his hand around the knob, then turned when he noticed I wasn’t right behind him.
His eyes roamed up and down my body. “Well, that’s a sight to behold. ”
“It won’t be the last time you get to see it,” I said, finally finding the energy to push myself off the wall.
“Tonight?”
“And every night until we die.”
As soon as we walked into the party room, all eyes were on us again. The room was as festively decorated as last year, except that instead of white candles, Laura had chosen blue ones.
Sebastian’s great-aunt Darcy pushed her way through the crowd, trying to reach us before anyone else.