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He gave me hope all those years ago, a taste of what could be, then reality hit him and he ran, destroying me as he went.

His grip on my chin tightens, and his fierce gaze doesn’t waver in the slightest as he says, “You’ll just have to trust me on this one, and I’ll prove it to you. I learn from my mistakes, and I’ve never felt any bigger regret than when I pushed you away. I thought I regretted what happened between us, but I was wrong; I was just scared.

“I’ve never felt more pain than when I realised I’d lost you, and I spent years drowning in drugs and alcohol to hide from it. I won’t ever make that mistake again.

“I’m not perfect, and this is still very new and scary for me, but I trust you. There’s nobody else I’d rather explore this with. Just don’t give up on me if I do fuck up at times. I promise, I won’t ever hurt you on purpose, and if I do, I’ll always make it right. I want this…so fucking much.”

With each perfect word, he breaks through all the barriers I have in place to protect myself. If he’s willing to take the risk, to fight against everything he’s been raised to believe, the least I can do is be there by his side.

I take his hand off my cheek and wrap my arms around him. I feel Jake breath a sigh of relief as he rests his head on my shoulder, squeezing me with his tight hold around my waist.

“You can make some mistakes,” I tell him with a chuckle. “We can take this as slow as we need to. We can learn and experiment together, but don’t ever hurt me. Don’t deny what you feel for me, or act like you’re ashamed of me.

“We can keep things a secret for now, but I want to know, when the time comes, that you will proudly tell people about us. You can have this second chance if you agree, but there will never be a third.”

Jake looks up at me, his cheek still resting on my shoulder, and he gives me the brightest dimpled smile, like my words have made him happier than I’ve ever seen him.

“When the time is right, I’ll tell everyone about you and Indie. I’ll deal with whatever the consequences are. Until then, be patient with me, and I can promise you, I won’t need that third chance. I lost you once, and it nearly destroyed me, I won’t ever let that happen again.”

I’m not sure which of us moves first, but our lips meet in the sweetest kiss, sealing in all the promises we just made to each other. It’s not angry and frantic like before, or desperate, stolen kisses like in the past. This is slow, sensual, and full of everything our future has to offer.

When Jake pulls back, I reach for him, but he places my hands by my side, keeping his gaze locked on mine as he drops to his knees. I start to protest, to tell him we don’t have to rush things, but the determination in his expression silences me.

My heart is racing as the fluttering in my stomach worsens, anticipation thrumming through my veins as I stare at the fucking gorgeous man on his knees for me. He doesn’t look nervous or shy, and when he lifts his hands to unfasten the button on my jeans, there’s not a tremble to be seen.

Jake wants this, and there’s no fucking way I’m stopping him. Not when he’s certain. This exact scene has featured in my dreams for years, but until this moment, I didn’t realise how fucking lacking my imagination is.

The way Jake’s eyes sparkle as he stares up at me through hooded lashes, fire burning in his gaze as he refuses to look away. The way he wraps his hand around my cock, squeezing slightly as he frees me from my boxers. The way he licks his lips when he catches sight of the beads of pre-cum pooling on the tip.

The man on his knees for me is better than any fucking wet dream, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning. I also have to ball my hands into fists and force them to remain by my side, as I want nothing more than to grab hold of his hair and take control.

This is Jake’s moment, so I let him have it. I focus on breathing, keeping my control, so I don’t blow my load too quickly, as the sexiness of the situation overwhelms me.

Jake hums in appreciation as he stares at my dick, gently running his fingers over the smooth flesh of my shaft. His touch is so light, it’s almost ticklish, and my balls tighten in response.

When he wraps his hand around the base and starts stroking along my length, I throw my head back and let my moan slip out. He’s moving maddeningly slowly, gliding from the base to the head, before swiping his thumb over the tip, spreading my pre-cum as he twists his hand, gripping me in just the right way.

“Oh, fuck,” I mumble.

Then I feel something warm and wet against the head of my dick, and I look down as quickly as I can to find Jake still staring at me, while he runs his tongue around the tip.

I’m fucking transfixed as he takes the swollen head into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it in a way that has me moaning like a whore. I can’t take my eyes off him as he swallows my length, using his hand to stroke the base at the same time.

Looking at Jake like this, if I didn’t know better, I’d never suspect he hadn’t done this before. He’s swallowing my cock like a pro, sucking at just the right time, licking in just the right places, using the perfect pressure.

My dick throbs in his mouth, and I lose the last bit of control I was desperately trying to hold on to. I slide my fingers into his hair and grasp the strands tightly, pulling him towards me, encouraging him to swallow as much as he can.

Jake accepts the challenge, humming around my cock in his throat, in appreciation, the vibrations driving me fucking crazy. With my hand to guide him, he bobs up and down on my dick, hitting the back of his throat a little deeper each time.

“Fuck, you look so fucking sexy with my cock in your throat. Do you like sucking me, Pretty Boy?”

Jake nods, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks me in, driving me fucking crazy. It doesn’t take long before I feel the telltale signs that my release isn’t far away.

The muscles in my lower abdomen get tighter, and the familiar tingling starts at the base of my spine. My already sensitive cock seems to swell even more, throbbing and pulsing as the pressure builds. My heart is pounding in my ears, and I’m panting like a bitch in heat, desperate for release.

“Fuck. I’m going to come,” I say, as I try to pull out of his mouth.

Jake just glares up at me, his grip on my shaft tightening as he keeps his mouth wrapped around my dick. He pulls back until just the tip is resting on his tongue, giving him enough room to speak. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want you to mark me as yours.”