Chapter Eleven Just Like Heaven #3
He took Julian’s shoulders in both hands and pried him off.
Julian had the dazed look of a dog who’s had a bone suddenly wrested from its jaws.
His carefully coiffed hair was already sensuously mussed, fringe falling into his half-lidded, dilated eyes.
Rahul very nearly tossed out what little pride he had left to dive right back in and kiss that sinfully red mouth silly.
But he was pleasantly surprised by the strength of his convictions.
“Are you --” he began, voice distractingly husky. He cleared his throat before continuing. “Are you gonna do that thing again? The one where you regret it in the morning because you were wasted?”
“I’m not that wasted,” Julian laughed, trying to go back in, but Rahul kept him at bay.
“I mean it, Jules. I’m not going through this again with you. Are you too drunk to make this decision?”
Julian sat back on Rahul’s thighs, looking a little more serious.
“I’m not. And I’m not going to regret it in the morning.
Unless…” He caught his kiss-swollen lip between his teeth, worrying it as he dropped his gaze.
“Unless you are. Which… I mean, is fine. We don’t have to.
You’ve got a partner now and all. And I was a right twat to you before. I wouldn’t blame you if --”
Rahul shut him up by cradling his face between two large hands. Julian looked at him with wide, vulnerable eyes. “I’d never regret being with you,” Rahul told him, infusing every ounce of meaning he could into those few words and hoping Julian could hear it. “Never.”
He wasn’t sure if Julian felt all of his meaning, if he sensed the unspoken “I love you” underneath Rahul’s words, but he closed the scant distance between them and kissed Rahul with so much feeling that Rahul thought he must have done.
No one could kiss with that much… everything and not know that he loved him.
I love you, Rahul reiterated in his thoughts as he ran his fingers through Julian’s silken hair, so much longer than it used to be.
I love you, he thought as Julian’s tongue plundered his mouth, licked his teeth, took from him everything it wanted.
I love you, he thought as Julian’s fingers carded through his short hair, his lips traced their way back to Rahul’s neck, his teeth sunk into his sensitive flesh and Rahul cried out.
Julian’s hips strove forward, pushing his hardness against Rahul’s stomach.
He moaned into Rahul’s neck, the vibration going through him all the way to his own erection that strained against the inseam of his trousers, just barely grazed by Julian’s arse.
His hands quested beneath Julian’s top, craving the feel of his soft, warm flesh.
Rahul could hear his own panting breaths in the quiet of the room, the record spinning impotently in its inner grooves.
Julian made a frustrated little whimper as Rahul dragged his blunt nails down his back. He needed more. They both did.
Without warning, Rahul flipped them and threw Julian down on the couch.
He didn’t wait before recapturing his mouth just as his hips bore down into Julian’s, their restrained cocks coming into brusque contact.
Julian gave a breathy cry into Rahul’s mouth.
Rahul drank it up, let it fuel him as he rutted against him, Julian’s legs encircling his waist and bringing him closer, closer, closer…
It wasn’t close enough. It would never be close enough.
Not where Julian was concerned. Rahul needed Julian like he needed air, like he needed water, like he needed release.
He was his missing rib, the puzzle piece which perfectly fit the hole within him.
He could never be as close to Julian as he needed until they were the same person.
Until then, there was just one other way to join with him.
Rahul’s fingers felt thick and clumsy as they fumbled with Julian’s belt, the zip of his trousers.
Guessing his intention, Julian leapt in to help, eagerly yanking his trousers and pants down to his knees and flipping over on the couch, proudly displaying his perfect, lily-white arse.
Rahul couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and kissed, then bit, into that yielding flesh.
Julian gave a yelp of surprise, which soon melted into contented sighs as Rahul kneaded the taut muscle.
He loved Julian’s arse. More than he thought possible.
He’d dreamt of it, imagined it, fantasised about it.
Now that he had it, he could hardly believe his luck.
He wanted to worship this perfect arse. Wanted Julian to know how much he loved it.
Even though he’d never done it before, he took a leap outside of his comfort zone and spread Julian’s arse cheeks apart to give a tentative lick at his puckered, pink opening.
Julian gasped and tensed beneath him but didn’t stop him.
Taking that as invitation enough, Rahul kissed and teased the entrance with his tongue before delving in, just a little at first, then farther.
Julian’s sighs turned to whimpers, encouraging Rahul further.
He reached between Julian’s legs, underneath him, and sought out Julian’s erection, pumping in slow, steady jerks in time with the ministrations of his tongue.
Before long, Julian’s hips were rolling, down into Rahul’s hand, then back into his mouth.
“Nn-fuck,” Julian cursed, hands clutching at the couch cushions. “Rahul, that’s… Yeah. That’s good. F… fuck…”
Rahul was so attuned to Julian’s body it was as though he’d slipped under his skin, grabbed a hold of his nerves and felt the electric pulses coursing through them.
His desire for them to be the same person was so nearly realised.
He felt the way Julian drew extra breath into his lungs, the way his heart sped up, his cock throbbed.
He was nearing climax. His mounting ecstasy was Rahul’s ecstasy.
Without even touching himself, he felt as though he were near.
He could have kept going and they both would have come, just like that.
But he was inside Julian enough to understand his needs.
He knew what he really wanted. And he knew he could give it to him.
He replaced his tongue with fingers. Two, to start.
Then three. Stretching and preparing, the way he’d been taught.
Julian was used to it. He took two fingers like nothing and only whimpered in pleasure at three.
Rahul could attribute it to loosening him with his tongue, but he knew it was likely because he was regularly fucked by that bastard.
Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though.
He quelled the anger in his chest before it could take root.
Who cared about Michael when it was his fingers up Julian’s arse?
He withdrew said fingers from his friend’s bum before going to his own trousers and fumbling with the button. That’s when he hesitated again.
“Erm, sorry.” He winced, hating how awkward he sounded. “D’you have a condom? I didn’t…”
“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Julian stammered eagerly, slipping out from under Rahul to pull a drawer open in his coffee table.
He retrieved an aluminium sheet and a half-empty jar of Vaseline.
Rahul couldn’t help chuckling a little as Julian shoved them into his hands.
They had a moment then, when their eyes locked, and everything suddenly became very real.
Julian’s face hadn’t somehow morphed into that of a sexual vixen.
He was just Rahul’s friend. His best friend.
His crush since childhood. The boy he’d fallen in love with.
The man he was still in love with. He was still him, under the mussed hair, unevenly flushed cheeks, and glazed eyes.
He was about to fuck his best friend. Scratch that.
He was going to make love to his best friend.
Because Rahul was going to infuse every ounce of his love into every second of this if it killed him.
He needed Julian to know, needed him to feel, his love for him.
It wasn’t about gratification. It was about becoming one with him.
He kissed him then, forgetting where his mouth had been.
But Julian forgot, too. And they kissed just as desperately as they had at the start.
There was something unspoken in that desperation.
A silent communication of their needs. Rahul couldn’t put it into words, but somehow he knew what it was Julian was asking.
He couldn’t tell you at gunpoint what the answer was, but his body knew. And it was eager to provide.
He rolled off the couch and brought Julian with him.
He flipped the smaller man around and onto his knees, bending him over the couch cushions.
Julian inhaled sharply and braced himself.
The sight of him like that nearly sent Rahul over the edge, but he took a deep, steadying breath and ripped open a silver packet, rolling the condom over his straining member.
He dipped his fingers into the Vaseline and retrieved an unconscionably large glob, slathering most of it over Julian’s already wet entrance and the rest over his own cock.
Just his own slick touch through the latex made his vision whiteout slightly.
He worried about how long he’d last once he…
began. This was something he’d wanted for so long, wanted it even before he could put a name to it.
It wasn’t just bumming, it was making love to the love of his life -- for real this time.
And, not knowing what the future had in store, it might be the only time.