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“Can we talk afterwards? Right now, I need your cock in my arse.” He reaches out to me, and I go to him willingly. “Is that okay with you?” His cocky grin is the same as the one I’ve held in my memory for so many years. I can see him back in the barn, giving his body, with a smile as he teases me.
“I can manage that.”
We lie together on the bed, kissing slowly, hands roaming softly over each other’s bodies. I slip my lubed fingers down the crease of his bum to his hole. When I slide a finger over his pucker, then to his taint and balls, Jethro shivers and moans. I wrap my fingers around his sac.
“Goddammit, Ben, that’s not where I want your fingers.”
“Steady, baby. What’s the rush? I haven’t been in here”—I release his balls and tap his hole again—“for too many years. I want to savour every moment.” But I let one digit sink into his body. His channel clamps around my finger, even more than all those years ago. “You’re so tight.”
He grunts out a laugh as I push deeper. “It’s been a while.”
“I’d better make it as good as you remember.” I slip a second finger in and hook them to stroke over his prostate. His hiss of pleasure spurs me on to get him ready. Two fingers become three, and Jethro is almost bucking on them to fuck himself. “Behave, or I’ll stop.” I smack his arse, and he shudders.
“I’m ready. Please, Benny, just fuck me.”
I’ve teased him enough. I line up my cock, push into his body, and pause only an inch in. Christ, he feels incredible, gripping me so hard. I don’t want this to be over quickly, but fuck, he feels good. With a deep breath, I thrust deeper, taking my time. His muscles ripple around me. I bottom out as deep as I can go, then lean forward to kiss him. He wraps his legs around my waist. Our lips part, and he touches my tongue with his briefly. “Now fuck me.”
I don’t need to be told again. I flex my hips and slide in and out. Slowly to start with, but when his heels dig into my thighs, I don’t hold back, wanting to pour all my love for him into this moment. I thought I’d captured and kept every kiss, every touch, and every caress, but this, this is so much more, and the depth of feeling, the realness of this moment, is overwhelming. My eyes are burning with unshed tears. Jethro pushes his fingers through my hair and pulls my head down. I expect him to kiss me, but instead, he whispers, “This is why I couldn’t let anyone else inside me. You are my everything, my world. I’m never letting you go.”
“I love you,” I murmur back. “Get ready to come.” We fuck faster now. I twist and turn onto my back. “Ride me, baby.”
I watch with eager eyes as the love of my life fucks himself on my dick. He closes his eyes and lets out a moan of sheer lust, raw and ragged. My balls tingle and draw tight. There’s no way I’m coming before him, and I clasp his cock in my hand. I take him in firm, determined strokes. “Come for me, Jet.”
Thick ropes of creamy cum shoot from his dick, covering my abs and chest, splattering over my heated, sweat-soaked skin. The muscles in his arse clench around my length, drawing me deeper still. With one final thrust, I roar out his name and come. Shuddering and jerking, I fill the condom with my release. If only I were shooting into his body, not some latex. That’s something worth discussing, but later.
Jethro collapses onto me. I wrap my arms around him, pressing kisses on his neck, tasting the salty skin, relishing the unadulterated flavour of him.
We stay locked together as we catch our breaths. Jethro mutters something I don’t catch. “Hmm, what was that?”
“I’m stuck to you,” he says.
I chuckle. “It’s your cum, baby.” I run my hands down his back to his bum, stroking over the slightly fuzzy skin. “We can shower if you want. It’s big enough for both of us.”
“Only if you carry me.”
My laugh turns into a groan as my now almost flaccid dick slips from his channel. Jethro rolls off me so I can deal with the condom. He watches me, frowning. Does he have the same thought of ditching rubbers as I had moments ago? “What’s got you concentrating so hard?”
He bites on his lip. “Do we need to use condoms? I’ve never gone without them, and I was clear after my last test before I left Edinburgh. I’ve only been with you since then.”
“I’ve not been tested for a while, but that’s only because I haven’t had sex with anyone for a long time. I can get a new one done. I’ve always been clear and safe. Like you, I always used protection.”
“You don’t need to have a new one. I trust you. Would you like to stop using them? If you don’t, I’m happy to keep using them.”
I’m grateful for his trust, but getting tested again is a good idea. I can make an appointment next week. “I’d like to stop using them.” I kiss him. “Shower, then food?”
Jethro nods. “Shower, then pizza.”
The pizza is incredible again. I pat my stomach and let out a groan. “Is there anything you can’t cook? I’m going to have to go running every day if this is how you’re going to feed me.”
Ben laughs, reaching for the last slice. “You’ll have to tell me all your favourite dishes. I can make them up for your freezer on days you’re working late.”
I want to fill him in on my day, but I’m not sure if he’ll be annoyed or not. From what he’s said, he would have liked it to be something we did together. “I went to Brodie and Ivan’s today.”
Ben stills, his glass of wine halfway to his lips. With a blink, he takes a sip. “What did you think?”
“The house looks almost the same, from the outside anyway. The interior is another thing altogether. Brodie has done a great job. It looks totally different, homely, a happy place.”
“Yes, it’s a beautiful home. Did you look at anything else?” he asks hesitantly. Why doesn’t he just come out and say it?