36. Shawn
Shawn
After dinner and more wine and hearing lots of adorable stories of Blaze and Brooke as kids growing up in the woods by the lake, she finally heads to bed and tells us to do the same since we all have to work in the morning.
I’m going back to the construction crew, she’ll be at the dental office, and Blaze has early morning fishing scheduled with a retreat guest.
Misty settles in for the night on her bed in the living room while I bring in some clothes and toiletries from the Bronco, taking my turn in Blaze’s small bathroom.
It’s not as luxurious as the one in my cabin, and it’s not as spacious as the one in the new house will be when it’s finished, but all I care about is that when I come out dressed in sweats and a ratty old gray T-shirt, I’m getting into the same bed as Blaze.
He’s already there in a University of Southern Maine tee and plain blue boxers, a single lamp burning to illuminate the room. I’ve slept over here before, but this time it’s different. This time, I don’t have to hold anything back because whatever my future holds, Blaze will be in it.
I let out a huge yawn, belying my long day of travel and emotional conversations.
“You could use some sleep,” he says as I climb into bed next to him. “We don’t have to—”
“To what?”
“Do anything,” he says, sounding adorably shy.
“We don’t have to. But I want to.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I missed you. All of you.”
Slipping into a kiss, touching each other, warming up the sheets, it all feels so easy, so natural. Like we’ve been doing it for years, and we’ll be doing it for years to come.
He gets his hand around me, and I groan loudly. He stills and whispers, “Shit. Brooke.”
“Oh yeah,” I whisper back. “Oops. Do you think she can hear us?”
“I have no idea. We’ve always been careful about keeping this out of the house.”
The safe thing to do would be to back off, to turn over and go to sleep and deal with my hard-on tomorrow when we have more privacy.
“I’ll be quiet,” I negotiate. “I promise.”
“Yeah?” Blaze resumes stroking me, flicking his thumb around the crown. I squirm, widen my legs so he can reach between them with his other hand and play with my balls. “You promise?”
“Yes,” I grunt softly. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop unless you make too much noise,” he murmurs, stroking me harder, causing me to buck into his hand. His other fingers tease the soft skin behind my sac, rubbing circles on my perineum. I hold off on another groan, breathing heavily. Surely that’s allowed?
Blaze grins at me wickedly. “Oh, you’re doing good, Shawn.
Stay nice and quiet for me.” Then he slides back farther, teasing my hole.
I stuff the meat of my palm into my open mouth to muffle the yelp I want to make.
My teeth bite into my flesh as he dips his finger inside me, keeping up the pressure on my dick.
I squirm at the competing sensations of being entered and being jacked off.
“Feel good?” he whispers, and I nod frantically, not trusting myself to free my tongue. “Want more?”
I nod harder, and he pushes a second finger into me, the fire of my arousal building, reaching a crescendo when he licks his lips, bends forward, and takes the tip of my cock into his mouth.
I’m coming before I realize it, squirting endlessly, practically shoving my hand down my throat to stifle my cries.
“Holy shit, you look so good,” he says after he’s swallowed and carefully removed his fingers from my ass. I reluctantly release my palm, and he inspects the damage—deep indentations from my teeth, but I didn’t break the skin. “You okay?”
“Yeah, now it’s your turn,” I say in a low growl, bliss making me confident. “Can you keep quiet?”
“I don’t think it’ll be a problem,” he says with bravado.
“Not even if I do this?” I push his T-shirt up to his chin and lave my tongue over his right nipple. Hair gets in my mouth, but that turns me on. I lightly bite down and get an audible yelp out of Blaze as my reward. I lick the spot I nipped with my teeth, lift my head, and grin at him.
“You fucker,” he says, near-silently laughing. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”
“Just paying you back. You need a gag or something?”
His eyes darken. “Maybe next time.”
Next time. I couldn’t be more excited that we get to have unlimited next times.
“All right, how about you scream into this while I suck you off?” I say, tossing him a flannel-encased pillow.
“I don’t think I’ll need it, but thanks.”
“Whatever you say.” I pull his boxers down, and his dick slaps against his furry belly, mouthwateringly hard.
It tastes fresh and clean, and I can take more of it now with the practice I’ve had.
I pull off to suck on his balls, one after the other, and when I look up again, he’s not screaming into the pillow, but he’s got two knuckles in his mouth, an echo of what I had to do to shut myself up.
It’s fucking hot, and he grunts as I slide down his shaft again.
I suck him hard, and he spreads his legs, planting his feet on the bed so he can thrust up into my mouth.
I take it, loving the feeling of his hips rising and falling as he fucks my throat.
Then I take him a little too far—I don’t cough or pull away, but I make some kind of sound that has him tugging at my hair.
I come all the way off, blinking up at him in confusion.
“Baby, you’re too good at that.”
“Yeah?” I whisper, my voice a rasp at this low volume. “You wanna come?”
“So bad. Come here.” Then he’s hauling me up so he can kiss me while he jacks himself with nothing but my spit coating his dick.
He sticks his tongue in my mouth. I suckle it eagerly, a pseudo replacement for what I was just sucking on.
We’re fused together, mouth to mouth, when he spills with a surprised moan.
I chase his tongue when he tries to pull it away, but we finally have to break contact.
He makes an unintelligible noise and flops back onto the mattress.
I sink down next to him, resting my head on his chest. “Well, maybe we were quieter than it felt like we were. Either that, or we traumatized your sister.”
He sighs. “Whatever. She’s moving out anyway.” And then he laughs, and I can’t help but join in.