26. Beau
Beau
Christmas Day was sad, but not as heavy as I’d thought it might be. The four of us—me, Clark, River, and Miguel—went to visit Monica’s grave. River said a few words, both about the painful reality of living with her decisions, and how he’d found love and strengthened his relationship with his dad.
Clark stood by his son, and they both looked so much better, so much stronger than the pair that’d shown up at Snow Creek all those months ago.
Today, by contrast, was beautiful and so full of joy.
Clark had put together a delicious Christmas dinner, and we’d sat around, sharing our favorite Christmas stories, talking about what we hoped Christmas could be like.
It would always be a sad anniversary, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t find meaningful traditions. Pockets of joy.
Moments of sadness gave way to moments of cheer, and I couldn’t believe my incredible luck to form a family with these men.
I’d also grown closer to Miguel in the months since we both met the loves of our lives. Miguel, despite his artful aesthetic, had always been a bit more serious than most of the guys his age, certainly more serious than most gave him credit for.
Still, River bring out the affection and love in my friend. It had been amazing to witness. As they continued to get to know each other, I saw firsthand the work they were putting into this relationship.
After dinner, River and Miguel disappeared to the other side of Clark’s frankly massive condo.
The first time I came to visit, I’d been intimidated by the location and the styling, wondering what the hell Clark ever saw in a hick like me.
Before I could say the first word about it, he looked deep into my soul and shook his head.
“These are just the trappings, Beau. They don’t mean anything without someone to love. Someone to come home to.”
Easy words to say, but at every step of the way, Clark proved he meant every word. He let himself lean on me, and I on him. We just worked.
Coming back to the present, I grabbed his hand, leading him to his bedroom. “So, how much are you worth?” I joked. “Are we talking sugar daddy situation or…”
Clark tsked. “If you want me to be your sugar daddy, you’re gonna have to put out a hell of a lot more.”
He was a nerd in khakis, but he was funny as hell. And far too patient for the likes of me.
We got behind closed doors, and our clothes, as always, seemed to fall right off.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
“Merry Christmas, my love,” he said, his cheeks flushed with wine and emotion.
We were both smiling far too broadly to make kissing work, and yet that didn’t stop us from trying anyway. It was a disaster, of course, but I didn’t care. We made out, finally, for several minutes, plundering each other, rubbing against each other, making each other feel wonderful.
After a few long, lazy moments, Clark pulled away and settled back against his headboard. He widened his legs and patted the open space between his thighs. “Time for your punishment.”
I grinned and quickly settled into place.
This was the first night we were going without condoms. I’d been looking forward to it for a long time, and so, surprisingly, was Clark. We’d had to work through a few of his own insecurities, given that his experience with men was that one stupid guy from college who didn’t know what he had.
Thankfully, every time I nearly blinded him with how hard I’d come, it reminded him that he’s actually pretty fucking good at this.
I leaned back against his chest, loving that I could tell he’s happier because he has a little more cushion back there.
He was, of course, beautiful to me way back in the summer, but I was grateful to see that he’d developed a little bit of a belly, that his appetite had returned, and that he’d kept his promises about being more conscientious about getting enough to eat.
Most of that had to do with diligently working with his therapist, learning techniques to reduce stress, including meditation.
And edging.
I wasn’t complaining.
As soon as I settled against him, his hands, already oiled, immediately went to my nipples.
“Breathe in for four counts, out for six,” he whispered.
We breathed together, exhaling in unison while he stretched and twisted my nipples into hard little knobs. We continued breathing in tandem as he slicked my body, driving me insane with those oily hands of his.
By the time he touched my cock, I was begging. Pleading. Offering to do the dishes for the first year of our cohabitation.
He only laughed and kept rubbing my thighs.
His talented hands were currently split between cupping my balls and stroking my shaft, far, far too lightly. I would take anything I could get, though I couldn’t help but cheat a little, rocking my hips, searching out friction from his hands.
He knew exactly how much to give me to keep me riding on that edge.
“If you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to impale you on my cock and keep you in place.”
I squirmed a bit more.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could hear his smile. He loved this shit.
The slicking sounds coming from behind me were so, so good. “Up on your knees, sweetheart,” he said.
I immediately did as asked, and he slicked between my cheeks, his fingers finding me, pressing inside of me. He loved every part of this. He had never once lost his patience, and I knew he never would.
When he was done, he lay back and tapped my outer thigh. I was careful as I turned to face him. Straddling his hips again, I lowered myself onto him, quietly groaning as his cock breached me.
“So good,” he murmured appreciatively. “Now stay there and don’t move till I’ve told you to.”
Like I was going anywhere.
He held my hips in place, running his wicked thumbs in the creases. I was so much taller than him that we probably looked ridiculous, with me balanced on his cock. But, going by the look on his face, Clark was having the time of his life.
He reached for my nipples again, this time angling his hips so that he was playing with them just as his cock grazed my prostate. I wanted so badly to get loud, but I didn’t yet trust the soundproofing in this joint.
Instead of shouting, I bit the inside of my cheek, giving way to whimpers, nearly silent groans. Finally, his hands went back to my cock, and he stacked one on top of the other, double-fisting me. He increased the pressure and the speed, all while angling inside me.
“Close,” I admitted.
He abandoned my cock and went back to my nipples. My cock twitched, dripping onto my belly. Despite holding all my weight, he shifted his hips, angling so that every time I shifted, even a little, his cock was right up against that set of nerves.
He fucked up into me for a few moments, and despite his hands not even being anywhere near my cock, I had to warn, “Close.”
He removed his hands but kept rolling his hips.
“Close.”
He kept going.
“Close,” I warned again.
He stopped, and I whimpered, my cock hard and dripping.
“Good boy,” he said, grinning.
We cooled down for a few moments, and he kissed along my neck and jaw.
He grabbed my shaft and used an edging technique he was proud to say he’d picked up from our shared porn login.
He gripped me tight under the head, then used the flat of his free palm to vigorously rub the top of my cock head.
This was going to be the biggest, best orgasm I’d ever had.
“Close,” I choked out.
He moved his hands to my nipples, resuming his rolling thrusts. I had no idea how long we’d been doing this; he never let me see the time.
“You are gonna kill me.”
“You’re the one who left dirty underwear on my floor.”
“They were clean underwear.”
“Still, you knew the cost. Don’t complain when you have to pay the piper.”
Before I could fully build up again, he switched his technique, playing with my balls, tickling my cock head with the barest touch.
“Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
He began thrusting up, his hands on my nipples. Pulling and stretching, then both hands on my cock again, firm, fast, twisting in opposite directions, sending me spiraling into the universe.
“Close,” I whimpered.
“Come for me, my love,” he commanded.
Those words in my ear, more than even the tricksy hands on my cock, did me in. I came so hard I swayed above him, an immense load splattered all over his belly and chest. I kept going and going as he wrung me out.
He wasn’t going to stop there, though. Even as I started to jerk from overstimulation, he continued.
Shuddering beneath me, rolling his hips as he made desperate little sounds. So close. I clenched tight, and his groans grew a little louder. He thrust up, again and again, until his warmth filled me.
“Love you so much,” I whispered, so grateful for what we had together. “I can’t wait to live this life with you.”