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TURNING UP THE HEAT

“It’s beautiful.”

Naked, I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the wall of our hotel room.

The falling snowflakes made it magical. Fifty stories above Boston, I felt comfortable giving the city a show.

Simon promised a trip I wouldn’t forget.

He delivered on every front. To break up the drive, he stopped at comic shops in Portland and Nashua.

I got to browse the comics and chat with the owners.

Every ‘random’ event had been carefully planned.

“How am I doing with the culture expedition?”

When I imagined doing this, I had the image of a small, crappy motel while sharing a room with Amanda or Jon.

He had booked a room in one of Boston’s few skyscrapers.

I had never stayed in a room this lavish, and certainly not one with a fireplace dividing the bedroom and the living room.

It might be because it was our first time, or maybe because we just crossed our three-month anniversary?

Or maybe he wanted to raise the bar to an impossible level?

Simon cozied up behind me, his arms wrapping around my chest. I ran my hand along the Terry-cloth robe before slipping inside to feel his furry forearms. From the smell of eucalyptus, he had taken full advantage of the amenities in the bathroom.

It wasn’t often guys our size could take a shower together.

The one time we tried at his house, we tore the curtain rod off the wall.

“You’re in the running for boyfriend of the year.” He kissed the back of my neck. I squirmed as his beard tickled my neck. “But, it’s… different. The city, I mean.”

“How so?”

His hips swayed back and forth until he had me doing the same. The city didn’t sleep. Even at this height, I could make out the groups of people walking along the sidewalk or cars zipping from one stoplight to the next. What I needed couldn’t be found here.

“Boston doesn’t have Gladys eager to show off her latest quilt. There’s no Abraham telling war stories while playing cards. There’s no Bonny working on her damned truck. I know every person in Firefly. I’d never get that here.”

“There’s no me,” Simon said.

I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck as we continued swaying. His beard smelled of sandalwood while his skin shined from the cocoa butter. It was his eyes that held my attention. They were stunning on their own, but the way they focused on me made me the luckiest guy in the world.

I felt loved.

“I love you!”

It could have been romantic had I not shouted the words.

We had just crossed three months together, and every night, he wrapped his body around mine.

I thought about saying it. It caught in my throat when I spied on him cooking.

It made my skin tingle when he cooked and his tongue hooked on his top lip.

I fought the urge to blurt it out when he followed Lucas upstairs to make sure he brushed his teeth.

It consumed me as I listened to him reading, and each of them did their best impersonations of their favorite heroes.

“Those are some big feelings.”

I blushed. Thanks to Lucas, we talked about feelings often. Some were small, like when I forgot to do the laundry and had to go to work commando. Others were big, like when I saw a handsome man standing in the rain, determined to be my hero.

“This is going to sound cheesy,” he said.

“The first time we met, you pawed through my horrible selection of comics. You didn’t even know Lucas, but you were going out of your way to be nice.

I was so scared I made a mistake moving to Firefly, that I was being a terrible father.

Then this stranger treated me like family and wanted nothing in return. ”

“I got plenty in return.”

Simon chuckled. “I guess you did.” He pressed his forehead to mine.

“Thanks for helping me be a good dad.” He kissed my nose.

“Jason, I love you.” He whispered the words, but they hit like a ton of bricks.

I had known for a while, or at least I suspected.

The confirmation made me feel as if I were on top of the world.

Pulling him close, my lips hovered inches from his. He leaned forward, but I pulled out of reach. It had become a game between us. I teased until he decided he had enough, and he took what he wanted. For naked time, I welcomed Simon calling the shots.

Simon stepped forward, and I hissed as my ass pressed against the window.

Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips against mine.

I closed my eyes, savoring his beard scratching my cheek.

His tongue darted along mine, and I noticed something stiff pressed against my thigh.

I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity, especially not after hearing him refer to the first time in the mill.

He pulled away, taking a step back. As he scanned me up and down, I grew self-conscious…

except for my cock. He stood tall, making it clear how I wanted to spend the evening.

Simon pulled at the belt of his robe, revealing a strip of skin.

All of him was magnificent, but I wasn’t thinking with my head as I stared at his erection.

In three months, I discovered chefs played as hard as they worked.

We could be sitting on the couch watching a movie, and if the mood struck him, he’d unzip and give me the option of how the evening ended.

Those long trips to Portland? More than once while driving, he’d reach over and stroked my cock.

If I got lucky, he’d pull over and put me over the hood of the car.

Yes, Simon knew how to get my engine going.

My mouth watered. I wanted to be on my knees swallowing— Simon put a hand on my chest, holding me in place. His smirk had a playfulness to it. He slid down my body, kissing my chest, then following the trail of hair to my belly. Before I knew it, I could feel the heat of his breath along my shaft.

“Want me to suck your cock?”

He asked, as if I had a choice. If Simon wanted to blow me, he would. As soon as I got stiff, he had my answer. I wanted a guy to take charge in the bedroom. Simon had no problem being that guy. If he asked, it meant he wanted to hear me beg.

I moved my hips forward, but a hand on my stomach held me in place. “Say it.”

My cock jumped. He gripped the shaft, giving it a firm squeeze. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the glass. “I want you to suck my cock.” Admitting it out loud sounded desperate, which wasn’t far from the truth. I needed to feel his tongue lick its way up and down my shaft.

“All you had to do was ask.”

I didn’t need to see his face to know that grin had turned devious.

His tongue flicked the tip of my cock. When that didn’t get a reaction, he wrapped his lips around the head.

He let go of my shaft but didn’t move any further.

His fingers grazed my sack, eliciting a groan. I pushed my hips forward.

My cock worked into Simon’s mouth. I arched my back, trying to bury the length. He pulled back, making sure I couldn’t get it all in. This was every session, a tease, dragging out the anticipation until one of us gave into our base instincts. Without a doubt, I’d be the first to cave.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

He gave my balls a firm tap, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

It blurred the line between pleasure and pain.

When he did it a second time, I would have jumped had he not swallowed my cock to the base.

My body didn’t know what to make of it. Instead, I let out a moan that’d wake adjacent rooms.

Simon let go of my cock, gasping for air. As soon as he sucked in a breath, he continued working up and down the length. His hand wrapped around my balls, holding me in place as he bobbed and slobbered.

I could have kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensation. I preferred watching the sexy bear as he serviced me. In three months, Simon knew exactly how to bring me to the brink and keep me dancing along the edge. If he was feeling mean, he’d take his time and draw it out into a night-long event.

“Oh, fuck…” It felt incredible, with the cool glass against my back and the love of my life pushing me toward an orgasm. His hands slid to my hips, guiding me in and out of his mouth. When they reached my ass, he pulled me forward, burying my cock down his throat. Squeezing each cheek, I groaned.

With one more up-and-down motion, I couldn’t hold back.

“I’m going to come,” I hissed.

His fingertips dug into my ass, holding me in place as my cock throbbed in his mouth.

I writhed as I groaned, palms squeaking as they slid over the glass.

Between the moans, Simon swallowed with an audible gulp.

My body shook as I unloaded. I didn’t want him to stop, but my cock grew sensitive. It was the catch .22 of an orgasm.

Simon withdrew slowly as my tremors continued.

With a delicate hand, he milked my cock, giving the tip one last swipe of the tongue.

As quickly as the orgasm subsided, I wanted to do it again.

Not because I needed to get off, but because the thought of my very own daddy bear gave me warm, fuzzy feelings.

Simon stood, and I grabbed the side of his face, kissing him. As I shoved my tongue inside his mouth, I could taste the saltiness of cum. As he leaned into me, I couldn’t dismiss the thick piece of meat brushing against my thigh.

“Your turn?” I whispered. It wasn’t really a question. I was more curious about how he wanted his night to end. Some nights, I nursed on his cock until he came. Other nights, he pinned me to the bed while he used my ass as if he owned my hole.