Chapter Thirteen Close To Me #2
Julian captured Rahul’s earlobe between his teeth in a fairly effective distraction technique as he sank a finger into him.
Rahul was already so relaxed and receptive that it didn’t feel terribly intrusive.
He breathed into the sensation, finding it different but not unpleasant.
He spread his thighs a little wider, allowing Julian better access.
Seeing Rahul take it easily, Julian pushed an additional finger inside him.
This one had Rahul creasing his brow and trying to readjust. He wanted Julian to find his release inside him, as thoroughly as he’d found his own inside Julian, and he was determined to do that at any cost. He wanted it to feel good, of course, the way Julian had felt good when Rahul had fucked him, but he was also resigned to allowing it even if it hurt more than was entirely pleasurable.
But Julian’s long, clever fingers soon crooked upwards and brushed against a place Rahul hadn’t known was inside him, sending an electric charge shooting through his body.
He seized up as if he really had been electrocuted, his balls tightening and orgasm suddenly cresting forwards out of nowhere.
He clutched senselessly at Julian’s back, trying to bring him closer and push him away all at once. It was too much and it was everything.
“Good?” Julian asked, barely restraining his laughter.
“Fuck off,” Rahul tried to say, but then Julian was adding a third finger and pressing down on that spot again and he thought he might black out.
Any fear he’d had that this would be a painful encounter melted away.
This was incredible. He needed Julian to do this every fucking night for the rest of their lives.
Tendrils of pleasure shot straight from his prostate to the tip of his cock.
If he kept this up just a few seconds longer he’d be coming like a nelly all over the place.
Luckily, Julian’s fingers withdrew. Rahul felt their loss keenly but his belly erupted in butterflies at the thought of what was to follow.
He allowed himself to fully open his eyes and look up at Julian.
Julian, who was kneeling between his splayed thighs, looking beautiful and dishevelled and a little uncertain.
Love struck Rahul like an arrow to the heart.
He reached up and pushed the hair out of Julian’s face in a tender act that was entirely incongruous with their current positions.
I want to be one with you, Rahul thought. Instead, he said, “I love you.”
Julian’s eyes might have misted over. Or that could have been a trick of the light. Either way, he leaned down and kissed Rahul with just as much tenderness as Rahul had shown him. A sweet, unhurried kiss that contradicted what it was they were about to do. And then Julian did it.
The pressure was near unbearable. Rahul thought that surely something would rupture before Julian was entirely inside him.
But then the pressure stopped increasing.
It maintained, and Rahul realised that Julian was in.
Above him, Julian braced himself against the bed’s headboard, face screwed up in concentration or ecstasy or both.
“Mmmfuuuck,” Julian groaned. “So -- Christ, you’re so -- Rahul --”
Rahul knew. He didn’t have to say it. Even though it was quite uncomfortable, Rahul took Julian’s hips in both hands and pushed him farther in, then pulled him out almost entirely.
Julian cried out like he was in physical pain.
He began thrusting into Rahul in a slow, steady rhythm, babbling away nine to the dozen.
“God, Rahul, amazing, you’re -- so tight -- I can’t -- fuck --”
His whole body was shaking like a leaf. Rahul held him, content to just let him get his end away.
This is what he was here for, after all.
He was a vessel for Julian’s desires. It didn’t matter if he reached his own peak, or if it hurt.
He just wanted to be what Julian needed him to be.
But that’s when Julian readjusted his position and found himself thrusting a little more upwards and --
“Aw fucking Christ,” Rahul gasped, his entire nervous system on fire.
“Like that?” Julian asked breathlessly.
“Y-yeah,” Rahul tried to say through his shameless moans. “Just like that, Jules.”
Julian let go, his hips bucking wildly into Rahul, every thrust of his cock grazing that hyper-sensitive place inside of him.
It felt so mind-numbingly good that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
He took his cock in a rough fist, needing the release, and pumped hard and fast, trying to keep time with Julian’s thrusts.
He felt close to Julian in a way that was similar but entirely new to how he’d melded with him before.
Their needs aligned once more, but he was at Julian’s mercy.
His pleasure was in Julian’s hands, to do with as he wished.
He was putting a trust in Julian that was heretofore unknown.
This was the ultimate way to get close to him, to become one with him.
Rahul didn’t know how he’d never thought of it before.
He’d been an idiot. This was where Julian needed to be.
He needed to be buried deep inside him, filling him with his very essence.
Above him, Julian gave an aborted shout before his back arched, giving two, three final shallow thrusts before his body stilled.
As Julian took his first, gasping, post-coital breaths, Rahul jerked himself fiercely, looking into Julian’s hazy eyes, feeling the girth of him still nestled inside him, bumping against his throbbing prostate.
He was so close. His gut was already clenching with the onset of his orgasm.
He wanted to come with Julian still inside him.
He needed them to stay connected, to merge into a single being.
Julian pulled Rahul’s hand away and took over for him, fist blurring over Rahul’s length as it stroked him off, twisting every pull in such a maddening way that Rahul’s toes were curling, his whole body tingling.
Even as he softened, Julian drove into him, hitting him in just the right spot.
He whined with oversensitivity but still he thrust. Rahul would have been moved if he weren’t so overcome with pleasure as to be near comatose.
“Rahul,” Julian gasped, breath catching in his throat.
Rahul only had enough time to clutch feebly at Julian’s mercilessly pumping wrist before he spasmed white hot jets over his own stomach and chest, Julian’s hand, Julian’s stomach.
Really, there was nowhere that was safe from Rahul’s spunk.
He hadn’t even known he’d had that much in him.
Every muscle in his body contracted with the powerful orgasm.
He heard Julian cry out, a little more pain than pleasure, and knew he’d seized up hard around his member while he’d still been inside him.
He knew, distantly, he ought to make it up to him, but he had been elevated to the cosmic dimension of post-orgasm heaven and he no longer had such mortal concerns.
Julian pulled out of him slowly, carefully, and yet it still stung and left Rahul feeling oddly empty.
As Julian collapsed down on him, kissing his shoulder, his neck, his ear, Rahul was acutely aware that they’d become two separate beings once again.
They were close still but apart. Near but parallel.
Rahul had lost his uncanny ability to anticipate Julian’s needs or guess his thoughts.
He mourned the loss, yet he was comforted by Julian’s physical nearness, the way he wasn’t instantly pulling away but rather snuggling closer, burying his face in the crook of his neck and settling down to sleep.
Rahul made sure to pull the condom from Julian’s softening cock before he forgot, because that’s how Julian was.
He tossed it into the nearby bin and grabbed Julian’s discarded shirt to clean them both off because he knew Julian wouldn’t mind.
Rahul smiled to himself. He might no longer be a physical part of Julian but he still knew him better than anyone else on this planet.
And while he couldn’t read his mind, he had a fair idea of what his thoughts might be.
He kissed Julian’s head and held him close.
He was almost able to anticipate the words before they came out of Julian’s sleep-slurred mouth. “That was quite good too, wasn’t it?”
He huffed a laugh, watching as his breath moved Julian’s fine hair. Things between them might turn out all right, after all.