Page 29 of After the Rain

I worked him slowly, letting him get used to the feeling, to the weight of my mouth around his cock, the way my tongue teased under the head. His taste bloomed on my tongue, salty and clean and wholly Wade.

By the time I pulled back, he was panting, glazed with sweat, eyes nearly black with need.

“Turn over for me,” I whispered, kissing the inside of his thigh. “Trust me.”

He did, shifting onto his stomach, then glancing back with a mix of desire and nervous anticipation. I leaned over him, pressing kisses along his spine, down the slope of his back, until I reached the curve of his ass.

He tensed again as I parted him, lube slick on my fingers.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured, voice low and steady. “Just breathe.”

When my finger pressed against his hole, I felt him suck in a breath, then slowly exhale as I slipped inside. Tight heat gripped me, and I stilled, waiting for him to adjust.

“Okay?” I asked, brushing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Feels weird. Good. Keep going.”

I worked him open with patience, listening to the soft groans that escaped his lips, watching the tension bleed out of his muscles as his body welcomed the slow stretch. When I curled my finger, searching until I found the spot that made his hips jerk forward, he choked on a moan.

“Holy shit—do that again.”

I grinned and obeyed, adding a second finger, then a third, coaxing him open with care. He was shaking with need by the time I withdrew my hand and reached for the condom, sliding it on with practiced ease.

Wade turned to look at me, his face flushed, hair damp. “I want to see you.”

So I turned him onto his back, lifting his knees gently as I lined myself up, pressing the head of my cock to his slick hole.

“This might sting at first,” I said, kissing his jaw. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, reaching for me. “I need you.”

I pushed in slowly, feeling him stretch around me, hot and tight and trembling. Wade groaned low in his throat, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clutching my biceps.

“Breathe,” I whispered. “You’re doing so good.”

I paused halfway, letting him adjust, brushing his sweat-slick hair back. “Talk to me, Wade.”

“Keep going,” he said, voice rough. “I want all of you.”

So I slid in the rest of the way, slow and steady, until I was buried to the hilt. We stayed like that for a long moment, hearts pounding, bodies locked together.

He opened his eyes and looked up at me like I was the most important thing he’d ever seen.

“You feel…” He shook his head, laughing softly. “I don’t have words.”

“Don’t need them.” I kissed him gently and started to move.

The rhythm began tender, exploratory, our bodies learning each other in real time. Every thrust was a promise, every moan a confession. Wade arched into me, his legs wrapped around my waist, drawing me deeper.

“Right there,” he gasped, eyes wide. “Ezra, right there?—”

I angled my hips to hit that spot again, and he broke beneath me—pleasure rippling through him in waves, his cock leaking between us, his body greedy and open.

The room felt like it was burning down around us, the heat of our bodies igniting something primal and holy. I kissed him through it all, my hands on his hips, my mouth at his throat, marking him with every breath.

“God, Wade,” I groaned into his skin, each thrust a prayer. “You take me so fucking well.”

His legs tightened around my waist as he tilted his hips, silently begging for more—more pressure, more stretch, more of me.

“Don’t stop,” he rasped, voice cracked open and raw. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

I drove deeper, burying myself to the hilt, our bodies slapping together in wet, desperate rhythm. His hole clenched around me with every movement, like his body didn’t want to let go.

“You feel that?” I whispered against his lips. “The way your cock’s dripping while I fuck your tight little hole?”

Wade whimpered and nodded, his mouth slack with heat, his eyes glassy with disbelief and pleasure.

“I’ve never—” he choked out. “No one’s ever touched me like this. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his cock, slick from his own arousal. He bucked into my grip, breath stuttering.

“It’s yours,” I told him, voice rough with reverence. “This cock, this hole—mine to worship. Yours to take. However you want.”

His eyes fluttered shut, head falling back against the pillow, throat exposed and glistening with sweat.

“Then fuck me,” he said, hoarse. “Like I belong to you.”

I kissed him fiercely, and then I did.

I fucked him with everything I had—slow and deep, then fast and hard—until the air was thick with our moans and the slick, rhythmic sounds of our bodies colliding. My cock dragged over that sweet spot inside him over and over again, drawing out cries he’d never made for anyone else.

His fingers dug into my back, his voice cracking as he begged for more.

“Ezra—God, Ezra—I’m gonna come?—”

“Yeah, baby,” I breathed, stroking him faster. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

And he did—beautifully, violently, gloriously.

He came with a strangled cry, thick spurts painting both our stomachs.

His body tensed, then trembled, clenching down around me with such intensity it tore the orgasm from me like a storm.

I came with a groan, hips stuttering, cock pulsing deep inside him, spilling into the condom as my body went rigid above his.

The world narrowed to nothing but the two of us, bound by sweat and heat and something far deeper than just sex.

I collapsed onto him, careful not to crush him, our chests rising and falling in tandem.

His arms curled around me. “You okay?” I murmured.

Wade let out a soft, broken laugh. “I don’t even know what planet I’m on right now.”

I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, his throat, his collarbone. “You were perfect.”

“I feel wrecked,” he said with a smile, eyes closed. “In the best way.”

I eased out of him slowly, gently, watching his body twitch at the loss. He hissed at the sensitivity, then sighed as I cleaned us both with a soft cloth from the drawer.

He reached for me when I returned, tugging me into his arms like gravity was realigned just for us.

I held him tightly, wrapping my arms around his waist, his head tucked beneath my chin. I could still feel the thrum of him around me, the echo of his moans in my blood.

Wade traced slow lines on my chest. “I was scared,” he admitted softly. “That I wouldn’t know how to do this. That I’d mess it up.”

I tipped his chin up. “You didn’t. You let me see you. All of you. That’s everything.”

He kissed me again, sweet and unhurried, and when we pulled apart, his eyes were clearer, his smile unguarded.

“Ezra,” he said. “I think I’m yours.”

“You always were,” I whispered. “I was just waiting for you to know it.”

Afterward, we lay tangled in sheets that smelled like sawdust and possibility, Wade's arm around me as evening light faded to darkness outside the windows.

"What happens now?" I asked quietly.

"Now we figure out how to build the life we want while protecting the people we love," Wade said, his fingers tracing patterns on my shoulder. "Starting with Cooper's birthday party."

"You want me to come?"

"I want you to come as my partner. I want Cooper to see that his dad is brave enough to love openly, even when it's scary. I want everyone in this town to know that we're together and we're not hiding anymore."

The thought was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. "Wade, they'll come after us with everything they have."

"Probably. But Ezra, look around." He gestured to the room, the house, the future he'd been building. "I didn't renovate this place to hide in it. I renovated it to live in it. With you. With Cooper. As a family."

"Okay," I said, surprised by the steadiness in my own voice. "Let's do it. Let's stop hiding."

Wade's smile was brilliant in the darkness. "Really?"

"Really. But we're going to need allies. Brook, Uncle John, other parents who support inclusive education. If we're going to be visible targets, we need to make sure we're not standing alone."

"Already working on it," Wade said, pulling me closer. "Marcus is helping me understand what legal protections I have regarding custody. Sarah's being supportive, even though her parents are furious. And I've been thinking about ways to get the broader community involved."

We talked for another hour, making plans and acknowledging fears, building strategy and sharing dreams. By the time we finally left the house that would soon become our home, we had a plan.

It was going to be terrifying. We were about to make ourselves visible targets in a small town that wasn't always kind to people like us. But we were also about to build something real and honest and beautiful.

And after years of hiding and pretending and protecting other people's comfort, that felt like the most revolutionary act of all.