Chapter Twenty-One Always #3
It wasn’t long before Julian was bouncing in his lap, naked thighs slapping against naked thighs in the hush of the room, and he was arching his back and moaning, one hand in his hair and the other flat against Rahul’s belly.
Rahul spread the precum on Julian’s dick as it beaded, lubricating his fast-moving fist. The slow undulation of Julian’s glorious body as he rode Rahul’s aching cock drove him past the point of insanity straight into idolatry.
This was his god, and he was beyond lucky to be experiencing this part of him.
He’d been chosen for this. He was special.
He’d never been special before, in anything in his life.
As a child, his father had once sat him down specifically to tell him that he wasn’t special and that he should get his head out of the clouds and start being a contributing member of society.
But he must be special, or else he wouldn’t be the sole recipient of this incredible gift from this angel, this singular sensation, this sunshine boy.
He didn’t deserve him. He never would. But he was done second-guessing his worthiness to be with him.
From now on, he would only be grateful. And would work every day to be the kind of man worthy of him.
He threw his head back and cursed as the pleasure built inside him past the point of comfort.
His balls were heavy with orgasm, ready to spill at the slightest provocation.
He dug his fingers into Julian’s thighs, unable to articulate everything that his heart knew.
He could only continue to give him what he needed, what felt good, to try and make up for what had happened to him, if only in this small, token way.
He could never hope to understand what had happened to him, what he was going through, the wound that was healing inside of him.
He could only hope that he was doing his part to ease that pain and bring him some much-needed pleasure.
Without warning, Julian sped up his pace, bringing himself down on Rahul’s cock hard and mercilessly fast, grunting attractively in his exertion.
“Jesus,” Rahul swore, his vision whiting out with the hot stab of pleasure that shot through him. “Jules -- Fuck.”
“Rahul,” Julian cried just seconds before his orgasm exploded in Rahul’s hand, steaming jets of it shooting out over his chest and coating his fingers as he continued to pump Julian’s pulsing member.
Rahul’s entire body seized up as Julian’s arse clenched around his cock in blinding, gut-wrenching pleasure.
Rahul’s climax barrelled through him at a hundred miles an hour.
It wracked his body and left him shaking and gasping for air.
For the first time in his life, he came inside someone.
Not just someone. Julian. Knowing that his seed was shot deep inside his lover, his boyfriend, the man he’d die a hundred times for, heightened his orgasm in ways he didn’t think possible.
Forgetting Julian’s aversion to being held, he wrapped his arms around Julian’s slender waist and pulled him flush against his chest, Julian’s jizz squidging grossly between them.
To his surprise, Julian tensed only a moment before melting into Rahul’s embrace, their chests sharing in their laboured heaves.
Julian’s breath was hot and damp against his ear, a comforting presence.
Rahul idly stroked his hair, still buried deep within him, as they both began their comedown.
He didn’t want this moment to end, for them to go back to their stark realities, one of tender healing for Julian and anxious tiptoeing for Rahul.
He wanted things to stay simple, just like this.
Two bodies intertwined in passion. No memories, no traumas, no injuries, no futures. Just each other.
“I love you.”
At first, Rahul wasn’t sure who’d been the one to say it. He’d felt it so often, admitted it to Julian even. And right now felt like just the right time to say it. But, after a moment, Rahul realised that it hadn’t been him.
Unbidden, his eyes tingled with welling tears.
He clutched Julian’s fragile, fallible body closer.
Julian had never said it before. Not to him.
It was his first. His first, Rahul hoped, of many.
In that moment Rahul imagined days stretched out before them, days of lazing about the flat watching MTV, days of double-dating with Mel and Kwambe, days of working side by side in the shop, days of playing on stage together, days of holding hands on the Underground and turning to each other at a moment’s notice saying “I love you” and kissing sweetly. Now. Then. Forever. Always.
Michael might have tried to take Julian from him, and he might have hurt him in a way that wouldn’t heal for days, months, or even years to come.
But they were together, and they were healing, and they were together.
And they were in love. Nothing, not even Michael, could take this away from them.
Because as long as they were together, they would be okay. Together. Now and always.