Chapter 31 The Emotional Baggage Game #2
“Mm,” Taylor hummed as Fletcher slid his tongue into his mouth.
Taylor lifted his hand from Fletcher’s cock to cup Fletcher’s jaw.
Taylor swirled his tongue around Fletcher’s before full on sucking on Fletcher’s tongue, causing whimpers to leave his mouth.
Fletcher ran his hand through Taylor’s hair as they kissed until their lips were swollen and painful.
Fletcher forced himself to pull away from the kiss.
“We need to go upstairs. Now.”
Taylor nodded in agreement but hungrily leaned in one more time to kiss him again. He tugged on Fletcher’s bottom lip as Fletcher pushed him away. “Elevator,” he told Taylor sternly.
They both quickly got out of the car. Fletcher grabbed his carry-on bag as he followed Taylor to the elevator in the parking garage. Taylor punched in the special code Fletcher made for him and pulled Fletcher into the elevator the moment the doors opened.
As soon as they closed, Taylor backed him up against the wall and held Fletcher’s face in his hands as he kissed him roughly and frantically.
They tugged at each other’s lips and clicked their teeth as they devoured one another.
When they heard the elevator ding, Fletcher pushed Taylor off him and picked up his bag.
They walked quickly down the hallway to Fletcher’s door and Taylor shamelessly pushed him up against the door as he put the code in again.
Fletcher could feel how hard he was against him and groaned.
The door opened for them and Fletcher fell backwards inside.
He let his bag drop to the ground as Taylor leaned down and picked Fletcher up off the ground and carried him to his room.
Fletcher wrapped his legs around Taylor and leaned his head down to kiss him.
They left a trail of clothes as they tore off their shirts and kicked off their shoes.
Taylor dropped Fletcher down onto his bed and opened Fletcher’s drawer for their lube.
Fletcher yanked his sweats down and he sat up to kick them completely off.
Taylor pulled his own pants down and stepped out of them before flipping Fletcher onto his stomach, causing Fletcher to let out a surprised whimper.
Taylor was practically manic the way he was manhandling Fletcher.
Taylor dropped down to his knees as he forced his tongue inside Fletcher’s hole and loosened him up with his mouth.
He inserted two fingers to help speed up the process and moved them in and out quickly.
“Holy shit,” Fletcher cried out from the intense pleasure as Taylor got him ready.
He gripped his duvet and cried into a pillow to mute his moans and whimpers.
When Taylor got him loosened up enough, he poured some lube out and spread some around and inside Fletcher’s hole.
He gave himself a couple strokes to get his own cock ready before slamming into Fletcher.
He hit Fletcher’s prostate on the first thrust and Fletcher buried his head even harder into the pillow.
Taylor tapped the side of Fletcher’s waist and Fletcher reached back to hold his hand, gripping it tightly.
“So tight,” Taylor grunted. Fletcher clenched and started to milk him after each thrust. With his free hand he reached down and gave himself a few slow strokes. Any more would make him finish and he was more interested in letting Taylor make him come from behind again.
“I’m so full,” Fletcher cried out, being muffled by the pillow. Taylor squeezed his hand harder as he quickened his thrusts. The sensation of Taylor’s bare cock sliding in and out of him felt incredible. He would never ever use a condom again.
“Are you going to fill me up?” Fletcher whimpered.
“Fuck baby,” Taylor choked out. “I’ll fill this tiny cunt right up.”
“Jesus,” Fletcher groaned.
Fletcher’s stomach contracted as his orgasm built. His eyes went blurry and his breathing became unsteady as Taylor hit his prostate one final time, fully sending him over the edge. He loudly cried out as he covered his duvet in his cum.
Taylor let out a primal grunt as he came inside of Fletcher.
Fletcher clenched, milking everything out of him.
Taylor’s thrusts slowed until they stopped completely.
“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking perfect,” he panted.
He slowly pulled out of Fletcher and Fletcher could immediately feel Taylor’s warm cum drip from his hole and down his legs.
Taylor slumped on the bed next to Fletcher and wrapped his arm around Fletcher’s back. He petted Fletcher’s hair and pressed a kiss to the back of Fletcher’s shoulder as the two of them came down from their orgasms.
“I’m dead, Taylor,” Fletcher sighed. He couldn’t form any coherent sentence in his mind. This was probably the hardest Taylor had ever fucked him.
After a few minutes of them just catching their breath, Fletcher felt Taylor get up off the bed and walk into the bathroom.
He returned a moment later and held Fletcher’s leg as he cleaned him up with a warm, wet rag.
He carefully made sure to wipe up every last bit that had fallen down Fletcher’s leg before putting the rag to the side.
Fletcher rolled over to look up at Taylor, who looked back at him with eyes full of love.
Taylor brushed the hair out of Fletcher’s face before leaning down and giving him a slow, tender kiss.
“Do you need some water, sweetheart?” he asked Fletcher after pulling away. Still speechless, Fletcher just nodded silently.
Taylor pressed a soft kiss to Fletcher’s forehead before getting up and disappearing from the room. Fletcher leaned up and grabbed the wet rag to clean his own cum off of his stomach. Taylor walked in shortly after with a glass of ice water and handed it to Fletcher.
Fletcher slowly drank from the glass as Taylor sat next to him on the bed and softly ran his fingers up and down Fletcher’s back. “That feels nice,” Fletcher breathed out. He took another sip before handing Taylor the glass and Taylor chugged the rest of it.
“I need to pack,” Fletcher told him.
“Just rest a minute,” Taylor said softly.
He leaned over to put the glass on the bedside table before sitting up against the headboard.
He motioned for Fletcher to join him and he wrapped his arms against Fletcher as he leaned against him.
Taylor’s sculpted body was still covered in a layer of sweat, but Fletcher liked the way they were skin-to-skin.
Fletcher angled his head up to look at Taylor and pulled his head down for a deep kiss. Taylor cupped his cheek and brushed the tip of Fletcher’s nose with his own.
“I love you,” Taylor whispered to him softly. Fletcher could feel his heart warm in his chest.
“I love you too,” Fletcher replied. “With everything in me.”
Taylor brushed his lips over Fletcher’s. “We need to shower and change the sheets before we go,” Fletcher said.
Taylor let out a soft chuckle. “I know, honey.”
Fletcher didn’t make any moves to get up. He felt perfect in Taylor’s arms. He didn’t deserve him.
* * *
It was hard for Fletcher to get over some of his self-destructive tendencies. The dinner last night was living proof. Seeing Alejandra flirt with Taylor sent him into a jealous spiral.
He had never known the type of love that Taylor had for him before.
It was a foreign feeling to him to be loved that way.
The type of love that’s worked for and built up over time.
He knew Taylor didn’t fall in love with him overnight.
It took time and trust. And Fletcher completely disregarded Taylor’s love last night like a complete fucking idiot.
Growing up, he learned to crave any ounce of attention he could get. From his parents, his teammates, his friends. He told himself that love was conditional and could be lost at the drop of a hat. His dad out of all people made that very blatantly obvious.
He knew it wasn’t an excuse. Taylor had given him no reason to make him think otherwise.
But the moment he felt like the love Taylor had for him was potentially threatened, it sent him into a dark place.
He was hurt and jealous, and he started to crave attention.
And the easiest way for him to get it was to provoke Taylor. Just like he did with his dad.
Taylor was patient and understanding. He went to the bathroom to calm down. Fletcher was about to follow after him, probably to pick a fight with Taylor. He was just about to stand up when Jesse had told the table that he was going to check on Taylor.
He didn’t know what kind of conversation Taylor and his brother had. Did Jesse tell him that Fletcher was a jealous piece of shit? Did he tell Taylor not to take a chance on him? That it would be easier to end things before things got too complicated.
Fletcher had no idea what to expect when Taylor came back from the bathroom.
It seemed like he had put on a mask of indifference the way he just rejoined the conversation.
He didn’t initiate any conversations with Alejandra, but he answered any questions she asked him or made comments on the things he said.
He conversed with Sánchez the way he normally did.
He told stories of when he and Jesse would get in trouble at school for doing stupid things like starting a prank war with Sánchez’s school or conspiring with his teammates to prank their coach.
Fletcher listened as Taylor and Jesse occasionally bickered like most siblings do before quickly forgetting about it and acting like best friends the next minute.
He clung onto every word that Taylor spoke at dinner.
But none of those words were for Fletcher.
He ignored Fletcher for the rest of the night. Fletcher would try and nudge Taylor’s foot with his own, but Taylor would ignore it. He would try and look at Taylor to meet his gaze, but Taylor kept his gaze fixed on everyone except Fletcher.