20. Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Lennox
Itold him that we needed to talk. But I didn’t talk. Not really. I only told him to be careful. Then I kissed him. And held him. And now somehow we are in his bedroom and we are both naked.
This really wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t what I had in mind when I came over. Not that I can recall what I was thinking, because this feels right. Perfect. Preordained. The way things were always meant to be, and I was stupid to want to fight it. Why would I want to fight this?
Being in Micah’s bed is the closest to heaven I’m ever going to get. It is only right to exult in it.
His body is beautiful, but that’s not what I like about him. This physical perfection cannot hold a candle to the sharp mind and soft heart it houses.
A small voice, deep within me, whispers incredulously, soft heart? He’s a serial killer.
I ignore the stupid, foolish voice. I know what I know. Whatever Micah has done, he is a good person.
I run my hands over him, he shivers, goosebumps rising, and he leans into my touch. As if it is something he is craving. A flower seeking the sun. As if I’m the bright one.
My lips find his, and I kiss him deeply. He melts into it. As he always does. Everything falling away, leaving only the truth. A young man needy for kisses. Desperate for them. Drinking them down like they are sustenance for his soul.
Micah has not been kissed enough in his life, and while that is a tragedy, a dark part of my soul is pleased that I get to be the one to make it up to him.
His lips are so very soft. Full and sweet. Kissing me back with passion. Chasing all my thoughts and worries away. I’m aware I’m not thinking straight, not myself, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I ease my tongue into his mouth and tangle it with his. He moans and presses his entire body closer. Needing more. Deserving more. Seeking more of me.
My hands skim down his back. Then up again. I caress my way down his arms. Exploring every part of him that I can reach. I trace over his hip. Glide over the top of his thigh. Feel every part of his back.
His hands begin exploring me in return. Tentatively at first, as if he is not sure he is allowed to.
I do nothing to stop him, and he gets bolder. His fingers run through the coarse hair of my chest. A light, reverent touch that sends heat coiling within me.
He maps the contours of my muscles. Chest and arms. Everywhere he can reach.
Are they enough for him? I’m not exactly a gym bunny, but I do take care of myself. But that doesn’t mean I’m not old to his eyes. Older than I feel.
He runs his hands over my pecs again and lets out a murmur of appreciation into our kiss.
Good. I’m not going to deign to acknowledge how relieved I am by that. I guess a crisis of confidence comes with the territory of having a younger lover. It’s a price I’m willing to pay. And I know I’ll get over it.
My hand drifts down his bare back again. His skin is smoother than silk. I cup one glorious ass cheek and give it a squeeze. Juicy and firm and oh so addictive.
He breaks away from our kiss to cry out. I seize the opportunity to nuzzle and kiss his neck.
My free hand reaches down to his ass. Now each of my palms are cupping peachy goodness.
I squeeze. Knead. Lift. Push together and pull apart.
I jiggle his ass and delight in the bounce.
I gave one ass cheek a light smack. He groans and thrusts his hips forward, pushing his hard cock against my stomach.
I release his neck. He wriggles down the bed, sliding his body against mine until our hard cocks line up and touch.
A low grunt escapes me. Oh, this feels good. Except his head is now below my chin, so I can’t kiss him anymore.
Micah’s hips move, rubbing his satin cock against my hard length. Arousal, lust and desire surge through me, turning the blood pumping through my veins into fire.
I haven’t felt this alive in years. I hadn’t noticed that all the colors of the world had muted. And now Micah is bringing them back to full vibrancy.
My hips move, joining Micah’s dance. He cries out, a sweet, needy sound, and his body shudders. His head moves forward and he bites into my chest, right over my nipple.
I groan and thrust against him harder.
He licks an apology over my nipple. Tiny little kitten licks lapping at my sensitive flesh.
The sensation is intense. Electricity and velvet. Running straight from my chest down to my cock and making it grow even heavier.
Micah grinds his cock against mine while he sucks and nips at my nipple. The pleasure is overwhelming me. It’s too much and not enough. It’s everything, yet I still want more.
One of my hands leaves the globe of his ass. I stretch my fingers around both of our cocks, holding them together and giving them a loose channel to plow.
Micah moans. He sounds feral. Pure carnal hunger and joy.
He slips a hand between us, under mine, and cups my balls. I hiss through my teeth. Damn, why does that feel so good?
My thrusts become faster, chasing the friction of his cock against mine. Micah matches my new rhythm.
He fondles my balls carefully, letting the weight of them rest in his palm while rolling them gently.
Oh lord, I’m going to cum. But Micah is not as close as I am. I can’t have that. He cums first, or we cum together. That’s the way it has to be, for my stamina as well as my pride.
I release my loose grip around both our cocks and wrap my fingers solely around Micah’s cock. I squeeze and give him a long tug. He gasps and his hand leaves my balls to wrap around my cock. His hold is confident. Competent and eager.
A grin stretches across my lips. There will forever be a soft spot in my heart for mutual hand jobs. It was my first sexual experience as a teenager. The thing that confirmed with startling clarity that I was in fact definitely gay. Ever since, I’ve always found them oddly romantic.
Micah does something, some clever twist of his wrist, and every thought I’ve ever had falls out of mind. There is only pleasure and sensation. Grunts and groans. Micah’s cock throbbing in my hand. Micah’s hand tight and wonderful over mine.
Obscene noises of flesh working flesh fill the bedroom. A depraved kind of music.
Micah cries out, his head falls back and his entire body goes rigid. I keep stroking him. Fast and hard. Milking his cock. Watching his face as his orgasm transforms his beauty into something angelic, something almost too holy to witness. So wonderful and bright it hurts to look at.
Ropes of his cum are spurting between us, falling hot and wet on my stomach.
He shudders and gasps. I release his cock.
His hand is working my cock weakly. Uncoordinated. Distracted by his orgasm.
His eyes open, find mine. He looks dreamy, pupils wide and dark. Blissed out and a little awed.
“Lennox,” he breathes softly, saying my name as if I’m some kind of deity.
His hand tightens suddenly as he remembers what he was doing. And just like that my balls tighten and lift, and I follow him over the edge.
The orgasm rumbles through me like a low and heavy storm. Powerful and impressive. Carrying a gravity of its own.
My muscles tremble as I add my cum to Micah’s, painting our stomachs with our mixed release. I want to mix it more, smear it over him and rub it into his skin and then take a long time thoroughly licking it off of him.
My lungs exhale. Inhale shakily. My orgasm rolls away, fades, leaving only the aftereffects.
Micah lets go of my cock. He wriggles up the bed until he is level with me.
I plant a kiss on his sweaty forehead. He chuckles softly. A warm and happy sound, and I’m so damn pleased I’ve given that to him.
My eyes flutter shut. My chest is still heaving. I should get up. If I’m not going to lick him clean, I should at least get a towel and clean us both up. But our arms are around each other, and the bed is soft, and this is so very nice. This is the most at peace I’ve been for a very long time.
A warm, wet towel dabs at my abdomen. I startle, but not enough to open my eyes.
“Shh,” says Micah. “I’m just cleaning you up, then you can go back to sleep.”
I can’t believe I drifted off and didn’t stir when he got up. When have I ever been so relaxed in another person’s presence? I can’t remember. I don’t think I ever have.
“I’ll go back to sleep when you’re back beside me,” I mumble, and it’s a shock to hear how sleepy my voice sounds. I suppose that was a good workout, and I guess work has been a lot and it’s been a very long time since I’ve had a good night’s sleep.
Micah laughs. The towel disappears. Then he is in my arms again. Warm and real. I sigh contentedly, pull him closer, and kiss his forehead again. He wriggles with delight. I grin, hold him tight, and drift off to sleep.