Chapter 7 #5
My back slams against a wall, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders to tug him closer.
His body is warm and alive next to mine.
Everything about Joey’s body is hard and unrelenting, mine soft as he presses harder against me while our mouths seem to try to memorize each other.
His hands move from my cheeks to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the slight curls there.
He uses his hands to tilt my head so he can kiss me deeper, his tongue tangling with mine, and I all but melt.
Every single molecule in my body belongs to Joey in this moment.
Any doubt about all this is erased when I feel Joey’s hard cock against mine when he rocks into me. He’s hard because of me. Oh god, I want everything all at once. The entire world is open to me now. But also, what if this is just a fluke for tonight? I should take advantage of it.
Joey pulls away from my mouth to dot kisses across my cheeks. He’s murmuring words I can’t understand as he gently moves my head back to kiss down my throat. I swallow hard, overheated and desperate with desire. The house suddenly feels a million degrees warmer than it was just moments ago.
“This is crazy,” Joey murmurs with a manic laugh. “I want to crawl inside you.”
“There’s no way this is real,” I wonder aloud.
“Drew, I’m in love with you,” Joey says, as if he knows exactly what my brain is trying to say. He places a sharp kiss to the tender skin of my neck, making me gasp and buck against him. “Tell me what you want. I want to make you feel good, make you feel loved.”
“Just this, oh my god.”
“Come on,” Joey urges when he pulls away, leaving me cold and pained.
But all he does is tug me toward the bed, settling me down into the middle of it with his big hands.
My world rights itself for the second time this evening when Joey joins me on my bed, all long limbs and messy black curls.
His smile is brighter than I’ve ever seen it.
He splays one of those big hands on my chest, right over my heart. “Did I say the right words?”
I cup his cheek, fighting the urge to cry when he tilts his face into my palm, certainly seeking comfort from me. This moment is bigger than both of us, I think.
“I’ve loved you since we were sixteen.”
“Andrew,” Joey pleads, eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry I made you wait so long.”
“You’re here now. Kiss me again.”
“Whatever you want, forever.”
And then he’s kissing me again, his body pressing me down into the bed.
Joey’s kisses are an anchor as the storm rages outside.
He tastes nothing like I imagined, but somehow like everything I’ve always wished for.
His lips are soft and delicate, but his kiss is demanding and harsh.
The perfect dichotomy for Joey as a person.
My legs fall open as he rolls to rest between my thighs, and I groan again when his cock presses against mine.
Joey pulls away, lifting up on his arms to stare down at me.
His hair is a mess from my fingers, lips kiss-bitten red and swollen, a dark flush on his cheeks.
I never thought I’d have the chance to see him this way.
I try to memorize him in case this is the only night I get, but Joey seems to read my mind like he always does.
“I want you so much, nothing’s gonna scare me away,” Joey vows, his hips moving slightly over mine.
“Let me show you something.”
Joey cocks his head, but his eyes darken when I push my sweatpants down and then his own so that both of our cocks are freed.
I’ve seen his cock a hundred times over the course of our long friendship, but never like this, even in my wildest dreams. His cock is long, curved upward toward his stomach.
He gasps when I wrap my fingers around the base, squeezing slightly before moving up the length to memorize the velvet feel of him.
“Fuck, Lee,” Joey gasps out.
I let go of him and lick my palm, making Joey groan again. I use my other hand to guide his hips down so that he’s resting fully against me just as I wrap my hand around both of our cocks.
“Oh fuck.” Joey drops his head to my shoulder, and my body overheats when I realize it’s so that he can watch us move in the grip of my hand. I feel like I’ve run a marathon, unable to catch my breath from the intensity of the moment.
It’s all too much. Only a few thrusts from Joey has me sweating and about to come.
I gasp and tilt my hips, squeezing my thighs around him to keep him close.
His lips flutter across my shoulder as he says something I can’t hear.
I want to capture this moment to keep forever.
Oh my god. I squeeze my eyes shut and come, a lightning strike of pleasure rolling through me.
My body feels weightless from the force of my orgasm, and the world only reorients when Joey groans my name and comes with his own relieved-sounding sigh.
Our cum mixes together in my hand. I pull my hand out from between us, feeling wondrous and like I could climb any mountain.
Joey meets my eyes just as I lick our joint release from my palm, tasting the salty, musky mix of both of us on my tongue.
Joey gasps loudly and rocks his softening cock against my own, as if he wishes he could get hard again.
“Oh, that’s so fucking hot,” Joey groans just before pressing his mouth to mine as if to lick the taste of us from my tongue.
I smile, feeling an inexplicable joy wash over me. Even if it is a dream, I’ll take it.