Gabe
The moment Mom leaves, Jason scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bedroom. When he sets me down, he immediately falls on top of me, and the weight of his body presses me against the mattress in a way that makes me feel protected.
Our lips meet, and I taste him once more, knowing this isn’t temporary. My chest contracts, and my head feels light—it’s like a two-year stress headache has suddenly vanished.
I don’t feel ashamed—I breathe a sigh of relief. “I will. I promise.”
Jason kisses me again, then whispers, “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?” I ask.
“I promise.”
He kisses along my neck, and I run my fingers through his hair. My cock hardens, and I rut against him, chasing the friction. “I need you,” I confess.
Jason looks up at me with a whole world’s worth of emotion in his eyes. “I want to make love tonight, Gabe.”
“Please,” I gasp.
Jason sits on his knees and tears off his shirt. I pull off mine, and we both hurry to remove our pants and underwear.
I want to be completely naked with him—feel his skin against mine. Connect in ways we haven’t before. Jason goes to the drawer and gets the lube.
When he returns, he says, “I want you on all fours at first.”
I don’t ask questions; I just do what he wants, excited that we get this moment to be together.
When I’m in position, Jason pulls my dick between my legs and licks from the tip, along the shaft, over my balls, then up my crease.
“Oh, fuck, Jason,” I pant. “That’s so good.”
He does it again, making sure to massage the tip of my dick with his tongue before licking along my shaft and ass—not just the crease and hole, but the cheeks as well. His hands grip my ass as he alternates between kissing and licking my entire butt.
My head is pressed against the bed, and my ass is up—fully submitting to him.
“Did that feel good?” he asks.
“Yes.” I’m pretty sure I’m drooling on the bed, but my brain has been wrecked by this man who eats ass like a champion.
Jason laughs, then urges me to get on my back and fold my legs up. I do—still buzzing from how good it felt to feel his tongue lick me all over.
He snags the lube and slicks his cock before dripping some on my ass.
Jason presses the head of his cock to my hole and smears the lube around the rim using his dick.
He pushes in just the tip. “Does my boyfriend want more?”
I stop breathing and look at him. Hearing him say that feels like a dream.
“Yes,” I say. “Please.”
The head of his dick is still inside me, and I release a low moan when he pushes in further. “Yes, Jason. Stretch me. Please.”
He slides all the way inside me and stops. When Jason leans back, he says, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He thrusts, pumping me slowly while we lock eyes. His fingers thread mine, and we kiss.
We don’t say anything else—we just breathe as Jason makes love to me.
It’s not wild.
It doesn’t hurt.
It’s just wonderful.
Jason smiles as I whimper against his lips.
He maneuvers onto his knees, holding my legs up, and fucks the deepest part of me while stroking my dick. When Jason goes this deep, I become almost euphoric. The mix of pleasure and pain puts me into a trance-like state. “I’m gonna come soon,” I tell him.
“Come for me, Gabe.”
A few more strokes of his hand, and my release explodes out of me, landing on my stomach. Jason scoops it up, licking his fingers as he picks up speed. “I want to come in you,” he says.
“Please,” is all I can manage to say.
Jason's head goes back as he groans, his stomach flexing as his body shudders from the force of his orgasm.
Jason falls on top of me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him like a koala.
“Gabe,” Jason whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s get a place together,” he says.
“Yeah?”
He nods, then kisses my cheek. “I can’t act like we’re not serious anymore.”
“I always had a hard time acting like we weren’t serious,” I reply.
Jason slants his lips with mine again. “So let’s not make the same mistake twice. We’re getting a place together.”
“Okay.” The word doesn't feel enough for the moment.
Jason's face shifts, an unreadable expression washing over him.
“What is it?” I ask.
He takes a few breaths before saying, “It’s scary.”
I shift uncomfortably in bed. “Living with me?” I ask.
Jason shakes his head. “Loving this much.”
My heart pounds in my chest. “Why?”
“Because it’s so big,” Jason explains. “I’m used to big feelings, but not good ones. This is so intense and so…great.” Jason swallows, his eyes becoming glassy. “I’m afraid it’ll go away.”
I close the distance between us and kiss him. “So let’s not let it.”