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TREVOR

For the last week, I’ve spent every night with Andy.

We always shower separately, then crawl into bed and pass out after whatever activity we’d done that day.

The end of his vacation is inching closer and closer, which makes me sad.

Today he just wants to cuddle and maybe do a scene, which I’m all too happy to do.

But this morning I wake in Andy’s arms with morning wood. My cheeks burn, but my brain doesn’t panic like it normally would.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Andy kisses my forehead.

I nibble my bottom lip. “Would you…” My heart pounds, not in fear like usual, but excitement. “Andy.” I kiss his cheek. “Lets brush our teeth.” I snort, not wanting to make out with morning breath.

He’s hard too and instead of brushing our teeth, we both swish mouthwash. I tackle him when we’re back in the bedroom, making him let out a grunt. I drop little kisses all over his face. He’s been so patient with me.

“I think I’m ready to try stuff.” I drop my head to his chest. “Sorry, that sounds silly. I’m so hard and…” I meet his eyes. “I trust you. I know you’re not going to hurt me. You’ll stop if I tell you to. I want to know what pleasure not of my own creation feels like.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His eyes are glossy with tears. “I don’t want you to think I need this. I’m happy?—”

I steal his words with kisses. “I know you’d never ask. I want this. I want to try.”

He nods, hands slide up my sides, and he flips us so I’m on my back. “If I do anything. Anything you don’t like, stop me.”

“Promise,” I breathe out.

His hands fist the bottom of my shirt and lift it over my head. I help him out of his. The way his skin feels beneath my palms makes my dick harder. His lips ghost over my pecs as he kisses up my body. My back arches. He hasn’t even touched my dick and I want more.

“Don’t stop.”

“Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

He nibbles on my jaw. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, if anything, and writhe with each caress of his fingers against my heated skin. I untie my sleep pants, but he bats my hands away when I try to pull them off.

“Let me.” Andy drops to his knees and presses his face right into my groin, breathing in. “Fuck.”

My hands fist his hair. My toes curl. He’s so close and my brain isn’t panicking. “More,” I whisper.

His hands wrap around my waistband and tugs so slowly I want to cry. My cock springs free. His pupils blow wide. I had no idea how hot it would be to have someone on their knees worshiping me with their eyes, but here we are. Andy licks his lips.

“Can I?” He pants. His hands massage my thighs.

I nod. “Please.” I can’t hear anything over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

Andy darts his tongue over my crown and my back arches off the bed. More! He mouths along my length before taking me wholly in his mouth. A hand goes to my sac, massaging. My legs spread. More. Please, more!

I fist the sheets, but Andy moves one of my hands to the top of his head. His hair’s so soft beneath my fingertips. He sucks and slurps. Curling my toes. I thrash my head. It’s too much, so good. The orgasm rockets up my spine before I realize what’s happening.

“Fuck. I’m—” I squeeze his hair and shoot down his throat.

Andy swallows every drop, even licking his lips until he’s satisfied they’re clean of my spend.

“Sorry for—so fast.” I throw a hand over my eyes as I catch my breath.

“Don’t be.” He kisses my thigh. “Did you enjoy?—”

“I loved it.” Tears run down my face while I stare at the ceiling. “Sorry.”

He kisses my other thigh. “Why are you sorry? What’s there to be sorry about?”

“I’m crying? That kind of kills the mood, doesn’t it? But—” A sob rips from me. “Nothing has really changed. This isn’t some magical spell. I’m still ace. I don’t know how often I’ll want to?—”

He crawls up the bed and pulls me into his arms. “That doesn’t matter to me.

I promise. If you never want to do anything else ever again, that’s fine.

But if you want to continue to test out things, I’m good with that too.

I’m not going anywhere.” He cringes. “Well, I do need to go back to work soon, but that’s different.

And I don’t care that you’re ace. I love you . ”

I cling to him, sobbing into his arms. “I love you so much. I don’t know how to express how happy you make me. You make me feel… real .”

“Oh, sweetheart.”

We lay like this in his bed for who knows how long. He whispers the sweetest words in my ears. He makes me feel seen, heard, loved. I don’t want to let him go.