Page 72 of As the Years Pass

I scoot closer to him, then run my fingers down his arm.

Soft and warm. Firm and familiar, just like I expected.

I drag my fingers back up, over the curve of his shoulder and down his back until I reach the waistband of his underwear, pushing the covers down as I go.

My body heats at the thought of being in bed with him in nearly nothing. One thin layer of clothing between me and the parts of him I so desperately want. Dragging my fingers back and forth beneath the band, he stirs, and I slide my hand over his ass cheek, applying more pressure. He’s firmer here than he was all those years ago.

He presses into my hand, so I squeeze and then he grinds against the bed, letting out a small grunt. It makes my dick so hard. I squeeze his ass again, this time harder and grabbingmore of his lower cheek, my fingers grazing his taint. Another groan leaves him as he thrusts against the mattress, and my dick threatens to explode.

My heart is pounding as I slide my hand between his legs, nudging them apart. Heat envelopes my hand as I cup his balls as best I can in this position, and he spreads his legs further apart.

I so badly want to keep going, but it’s unfair of me to do this while he’s sleeping and unable to consent. If we had already crossed this line, it would be a different story, but I can’t take advantage of him. This isn’t okay. So I pull my hand away, as much as I don’t want to, and press it to his shoulder.

“Emmet,” I say softly.

He sucks in a deep breath, but I don’t think he’s awake yet, so I say it again. “Emmet.”

He blinks his eyes open, recognition flaring past the sleep. “Hm?” he says, clearing his throat.

I slide my hand down his side, and his eyelids flutter shut but open a moment later.

“Turn onto your back,” I say softly, leaning forward to kiss the curve of his shoulder.

The room is still relatively dark, the curtains drawn; only streams of morning light coming through to gleam across his fair skin.

Emmet rolls over, the soft sound of skin on sheets fills the room. When he’s on his back, I slide my hand to his erection, gripping him through his briefs.

“Fuck,” he hisses, head pressing into the pillow. His arms are up by his head, hands stuffed under the pillow. I move closer, leaning over and licking his nipple before dragging my tongue along his chest and up to find his lips. I don’t kiss him though, I linger a millimeter away.

“I still want this,” I whisper.

“Adam.”

I brush his nose with mine.

“I won’t promise, because I’ve broken them before. You just have to trust me.”

It’s dead silent as I wait for him to respond. It’s with a nod. I’ll take it.

I drag my hand up and down his length slowly. He’s always been thicker than me, and I’ve always loved the feeling.

His hips thrust upward just a little, seeking more pressure. I toss the blankets off and move between his legs. I massage his thighs as I lean down and nuzzle my nose against his balls and inhale.

Emmet is the only person I’ve ever been like this with. The only person I can be like this with—open and free. Entirely myself. When I want something, I take it. When I have the urge to do something, I can do it without being judged.

It was never like that with Leslie. Not even close. And it’s only ever been Emmet and Leslie for me.

He lets out a raspy breath, his hand going into my hair.

“More,” he whispers.

I slide my nose up and over his cock, breathing him in and nudging him with the tip. His musk, precum, and the manly scent that is just all him has my dick throbbing.

I nip at his thigh, then open my mouth around his cock, remembering how it feels. I taste him through the fabric, breathe him in, craving more.

He groans, fingers scraping against my head as his breathing gets heavier, bordering on growls. It’s so fucking hot.

I slide my hands higher up his thighs, running my thumbs along the crease of his legs, brushing his balls. I run my cheek over his cock, nuzzling his balls like an animal. It’s always been raw and passionate with Emmet, and it’s clear nothing has changed. Even after all this time…