44. Sal
Forty Four
Sal
Cole shuffles into the room wearing a smirk.
“Get over here,” I order lovingly.
Flicking off the bathroom light, he lights up further when I open my arms to him and he burrows into me.
I hold him against my chest, planting a kiss to his messy hair that tickles my nose.
He lets out a long sigh.
“You alright?”
Cole cranes his neck to look up at me. “Yeah. I guess I’m wondering what happens now.”
“Well, if you’re tired we can go to bed.”
“No,” he starts, then squirms from my grip and props himself up on his pillow. “What I mean is, where do we go from here.”
Oh.
“Like, you and me?”
He shrugs.
He wants a definitive answer? I’d laugh if he didn’t appear so discontent.
“We’re boyfriends, yeah?”
A little eagerness floods into his face. “We’re boyfriends?”
The way he says boyfriends it’s as if he’s tasting it out.
“Okay,” he says with finality.
I don’t want to ask, but I have to. I’m not a mind reader. And despite everything I’ve observed and heard, that he’s not been loved right, I don’t want to jump to conclusions.
“That’s okay with you, right?”
“Yeah.” He’s smiling but not looking at me. Instead he scoots back into place in my arm. “What does that look like for you?”
Living together, my brain says.
Jesus, it’s too soon for that. Isn’t it? It’s only been three months.
I bite my bottom lip trying to find where to begin.
Clearing his throat, he holds his hand up and I take it, running my thumb over his hand.
“I know what.”
Gratitude swells in my chest. I’m at a loss for words, thankfully he’s not.
“Tell me.”
“I want to have fun together, more dates. Maybe go on a trip, I haven’t traveled much. There’s some restaurants I’m dying to try.”
I remain silent, hoping he’ll keep going and continue to paint a beautiful mental picture of all the things we can do together, writing down a mental list.
“I want to go hiking with Kahlid and maybe go to a rave with Rumi. She was talking about that the other day. Since you and I hit it off, I started talking to people at work more and it’s crazy how much I missed… I don’t know where I was but now I’m actually present.”
My gaze drifts along the ceiling as he speaks his heart.
“After the gala I feel like I have more figuring out to do for myself, but I’m in a good place.”
Burrowing into my chest he pulls my attention to him and he’s covering his face.
“That was so fucking cheesy.”
“Hey, no it wasn’t!” I say soothingly.
I need to say something, to be vulnerable as he has been with me.
“I… I’ve struggled to picture my future.” There’s a weird lump in my throat.
“With me?”
Panic laces through my heart.
“No!”
How do I explain this? I have to get it out quick, his stare feels worried.
The words will come out but I have to keep my gaze pinned out the window, as if the city will help release the words.
“Being gay and rejected for it hurt me, which led to me hurting my boyfriends in the past. Sure, I loved them.”
“What were their names?”
“Andy and Gabe.”
He quiets down. How have I not said their names to him before?
“I guess I’m learning how to do it right, and I hope you can continue to be patient with me.”
I didn’t expect to be making a request.
“Of course,” he says gently, it’s almost a whisper.
I try to swallow that lump still creeping up my throat and making my eyes itch.
“I want to keep going on dates around the city. I want to show you off, and give you everything you deserve.”
I want to leave all my things at your place, I think but keep that thought to myself. I offer something a little less daunting. “I want to hang that picture up in your living room for you so you see it and think of us.”
“I’d like that a lot.”
The lump in my throat finally dissolves and there’s a fluttering in my chest when we lock gazes.
“I love you, Cole.”
“I love you, too.”
Our lips find each other and it stirs up desire deep in my chest and travels down. Enough words. I need to show him now with action.
Pulling him down on his back, he yelps as I spread his legs.
“Are you ready for tonight?”
Cole nods.
“How late does the farmers market go?” I ask, lathering lube onto my dick. I stroke it several times to get it hard again, not that it takes much.
Cole’s naked body wiggling in anticipation is fucking hot.
“One or two in the afternoon.”
“Perfect.”
I’ll try to keep it only a couple hours.
A shiver works through his body and I can’t help but grin as I stick the tip of my dick against his ass.
* * *
Cole’s mop of hair is drenched in sweat, it’s visible even in the dim lamp light.
Colors are beginning to break across the sky as I work my way into his ass and pull out.
He’s hiked up on all fours and has spent the last five or so minutes moaning.
I initially began with him on his back working myself into him and massaging his thighs.
Then we spent about a half hour with me sucking him and spreading kisses along his body like a wildfire.
He’s taken everything like a champ. I was worried he’d be too tired.
His moaning comes to a halt and I speed up the pace, slamming into him harder. Is he about to cum? Nothing happens for a minute.
“Cole,” I warn. Why isn’t he saying the word?
Slowing down, I work my hands along his back and gently squeeze his sides.
“Cole?” Worry laces my voice. I’m almost begging him to say the word now.
“Yeah?” he says, breathlessly.
“Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer, but sinks his entire body onto the bed.
“Cole!”
My dick pulls from him and he turns his head and looks at me with a faraway look.
Hovering over his body, I pat his head. “Are you okay?”
All he gives me is a little nod. “You’re supposed to say waffles if it’s too much.”
Then he laughs. “I can still take you, Sal. But apparently I need to start doing more leg days.”
The pretty smile on his face melts the worry away. “Jesus, you scared me.”
I kiss his smile and his eyes flutter closed, his hands grabbing my jaw.
That gets me moaning and his body twists so his dick jabs me in the belly. Easing against his body, I reach between us so I can stroke his dick.
“Mm mm,” he moans into my mouth.
Fuck. That’s hotter than I expected.
Adjusting my knees, I put more weight on them and my hard dick rubs against my hand seeking any kind of relief.
As hot as tonight has been, my impatience has gotten worse thanks to this sexy guy. It wants relief.
“I’m, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”
I pause kissing him and stop stroking his dick.
Light is starting to overtake the dark of night. Exhaustion is creeping into my bones.
“We can keep doing this, or we can take this to the patio.”
Cole perks up. “Patio.”
Climbing off him, the moment my bare feet touch the flooring, my body protests by popping and creaking.
Guess I’m more tired than I realized.
“Come on old man,” he says, standing and pulling me behind him.
“Hey!” I scold.
Two white ass cheeks are right in front of me so I take my revenge by slapping them both.
“Ow!” Cole whines, cupping the only one he can reach.
Mm mm, that’s a pretty little sight I didn’t expect. My red hand print on his ass.
Out on the patio, Cole faces away and bends over.
Oh, that’s even better.
Stroking my dick, more precum leaks out the top and my balls tug, begging for release.
His ass easily takes all of me with no protest and grab his hips and try to find the right rhythm.
There are people down below, and the light of headlights. I pray this will be quick before anyone spots us.
“Ohhh, yeah,” Cole moans.
Then he clamps one hand over his mouth.
I chuckle, though my heart is beating fast as I spot someone looking around for the source of the sound.
Leaning closer, I whisper in his ear. “Do that again and I’ll have to spank you again.”
“Mm mm,” he moans but it’s muffled greatly by his hand.
“Good boy,” I say, pecking his neck.
When I stand upright, I alternate between pulling all the way out and a faster rotation. Chills spread across my body. I’m not going to last long at all.
Cole starts pumping his dick and throws his head back. His other hand drops and he starts moaning so fucking loud.
Keeping to my promise, I use my right hand to slap his ass.
“Ow!” He whines. But he doesn’t use the word.
I leave it at though, not wanting to draw more attention to us from anyone walking by.
Cole moans a little and I can tell by the way his hips jerk that he’s cumming. Watching him lose control undoes me. My balls tug and the orgasm rips through my body, my load pumping into his tight ass.
This feels different then other ones and a moan threatens to burst from my mouth. Instead, I mumble.
“Fuck..” I say through clenched teeth.
Cole slumps in front of me and I pull my dick from his ass.
Ready to collapse, I pull him inside, clean us up at the sink, then tuck us into bed. He’s limp as I turn off the light and pull him into my arms.
“Are you alright?” I ask, unable to keep my eyes open.
“Oh yeah,” he answers, nuzzling into my neck.