Page 6 of Free Fall #1

Dan

I ’ve fucked a lot of men, but Sejin is definitely the hottest guy I’ve been with in a long time.

Maybe ever. As the night turns toward morning, I’m tempted to tell him that, but then I remember what he said when he first arrived, something about guys thinking fucking him is special because he’s Asian.

Fucking him is special, but I’m pretty sure it has nothing to do with him being born in Korea, and everything to do with what an open man he is in bed.

Some guys resist me when I want to lick their hole. They say it’s dirty, or it’s not right, or some other bullshit. I always stop, of course, and let them miss out on a great time. Consent is consent, and sex requires it. But I feel sorry for them for being so uptight.

Sejin, though, let me lick and suck and eat him to my heart’s content.

I don’t know why I like rimming guys so much, but I love it.

The taste and scent of them, the way their asshole spasms against my mouth, and the little gasping sounds they can’t help but make when I really go to town on their hole are divine to me.

Like definitely better than anything I’ve ever felt in church, and almost as good as sending a big, new-to-me wall route.

Last night, I rang the bell of Sejin’s body over and over and made him sing with pleasure all night long. It was so good I’d nearly come before I wanted to just from the wild noises he made. So sexy to hear that much gratification let loose shamelessly into the night.

It’s sometime after four a.m. now, and I’m still high from it all.

I start to protest when he gets up, but stop myself.

Instead, I stretch out in the sweat-and-cum-stained sheets and watch him get dressed in his loose sweats and t-shirt.

Licking my lips as he catches his long hair in a thick black band that looks like it’s not strong enough to hold all of it, I feel my groin stir with blood even though there’s no way I can get it up again this soon.

He runs his hands through his ponytail and my fingers ache to touch the silkiness of all that hair again.

But we’re done fucking, so I don’t have permission anymore.

“It was—” Sejin breaks off, turning to me, his eyes shiny from lack of rest and hours of hedonistic pleasure that’s sent endorphins cascading through his system.

“Fun,” I prompt. Because that’s what you say to a guy you’ve hooked up with. You say it was fun, and they agree, and then they leave. And now Sejin needs to go because that’s how hookups end.

Weirdly, though, I don’t really want him to leave.

I mean, my balls are empty, I’m fucked out, and my last orgasm actually hurt.

We truly can’t go again, so he should head out.

What else am I going to do with him? I ought to get some breakfast in my gut and find some easier bouldering to do after my sleepless night.

Training for the ascent. That’s what I’m here for.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Sejin says, but he sounds confused, like that’s not all last night was for him.

Tilting my head, I take in his tall, lithe form.

He’s so gorgeous, like dreamy hot, with his beautiful skin and hair, his dark eyes, and his mouth all red from so much kissing.

I wish I’d licked his pert nipples more before he’d gotten dressed.

Now they’re lost forever beneath his baggy t-shirt.

What a shame. They’re such a sweet size and a pretty brown color.

“You enjoyed it?” I ask because I need to make sure. Consent is something I’m big on. I’m not good at reading body language, so I try to always get it verbally when I can, but sometimes, during sex, things just go the way they go, and—

“Enjoyed it?” Sejin says with a strange laugh. It doesn’t sound like the laughs that’d burbled out of him the night before when I stroked him in places that tickled, and it doesn’t sound like the bells that made me shiver in delight when he first arrived. It’s a hurt little laugh. I don’t get it.

“Yeah, I enjoyed it.” Sejin swallows and then shrugs, affecting a strange approximation of the smile I saw in his profile pic. The structure is the same—lips up, eyes going half-moon, but there’s a certain life missing from it. “Best hookup I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” I say honestly, because it certainly was the best hookup I’ve ever had. Best sex, period. Hands down. One for the record books. Or my journal, at any rate.

“Yeah?” His eyes take on a gleam that makes my tummy flutter.

“For sure.”

“Yeah,” he says again, nodding his head. “How long are you here?”

“Uh, until the end of October at a minimum,” I say, and suddenly I think I know where this is going, and I’m just about to shut him down when he really smiles, and it’s…

Oh .

It’s still not like it was in the picture, but it’s closer. And it’s even more breathtaking in person. It’s like when the sun breaks over a mountain, and I’m at the top watching it rise. Jesus.

“We could…if you wanted…” Sejin trails off, a hint of uncertainty tainting that gorgeous smile.

“We could do it again?”

Sejin nods, a lock falling from his ponytail to frame his face and those bow-shaped lips trembling a little, and I realize I forgot to get them around my cock last night. “If you want, I mean, if you’re going to be around…”

“I don’t usually do seconds.”

“Oh.” His shoulders drop, his eyes un-curve, and the smile vanishes. I hate that.

“But I’d fuck you again right now if my dick would cooperate.”

Sejin’s cheeks flush and he glances up with a smug expression. “I could fuck you if you wanted. I still have another round in me, I think.”

I swallow hard. I’d forgotten Sejin had mentioned being vers. The idea of that long cock up my ass is fantastic, and I wonder what he’s like when he’s on top of a man. He lost control so beautifully on the bottom; how would he handle it when I came apart on his dick?

Would be cool to find out.

“Another day?” I suggest, standing up and pulling on my sweats too. “But, yeah, I’m in.”

Sejin’s sun-smile and moon-eyes make me feel dizzy, and he steps forward, taking hold of my chin to tilt my head up for a kiss.

My knees go a little weak as he deepens it, and I remember how it felt to be buried inside his hot body last night while he’d kissed me desperately and moaned against my tongue.

He is a hot, hot, hot man, and his mouth is doing things to make my cock think it’s ready to get hard again. But no, my balls ache, and if I want to climb today, I have to break this off now.

“Maybe this weekend,” I say, pulling my mouth away from his. “We can meet again.”

I can’t do as much work on the weekends; the walls are crawling with tourists and the more casual climbers. They’re both a pain to get around and a liability all rolled into one.

“I have to work in the mornings,” Sejin offers. “But I’m free after that.”

“Great.” I put my hands on his shoulders and push him away. “See you then.”

When I open the sliding door of the van, Sejin takes the hint and leaves with an awkward bend to exit.

He doesn’t feel that much taller than me when we’re fucking—I guess because he’s so lean—but when he kisses me, or now when he has to bend down to keep from knocking his head, I’m struck by his height.

If he were broader, he’d make me feel small. As it is…

I don’t know how to describe it, but I feel like we’re well-matched physically. He might be taller, but I’m stronger, and he’s so thin I can move him easily while we fuck.

I watch him go, admiring the way his ponytail swings in counterpoint with each step.

I’m gripped by the fact that I still haven’t seen him smile exactly the way he had in that picture.

A certainty drops over me, a determination that should have alarm bells going off in my mind, and yet I tug it closer, a smug smirk stretching over my lips.

It’s like how I feel about Heart Route. I will make it happen.

I will own that route, and it will be mine.

And I don’t know how, and I don’t know when, but I will see Sejin’s full-glory smile, and I’ll see it while he’s laughing, and it will be all for me .

The satisfaction that follows that thought is intense, like a calm, golden guarantee stamped over my heart and soul.

Closing the door to the van and turning back to the messy bed, I wonder how I can get that smile from him during a hookup.

I don’t know, but I’m gonna figure it out.

I’ll see it before I make the Heart Route ascent.

Dead certain.

*

Sejin

I’d never intended to live with Martin, Leenie, and the kids for as long as I have.

I’m just a little lost about how to proceed with my life from here.

In my humble opinion, that’s a perfectly normal way for a twenty-four-year-old to feel.

Besides, their couch is as comfy as anywhere else I’ve stayed since I left my parents in West Virginia.

But you know what isn’t comfy?

The sound of kids screaming at six in the morning when you’ve been out getting reamed like a wanton slut all night.

I groan as the screams draw closer, letting out a pained oof as a little body bounces onto my stomach. I peel my exhausted eyes open.

“Jeremiah, get off Sejin.” Leenie sounds half-asleep and half-irritated—a typical morning mood for her—but also like she’s not going to really do anything about her son bouncing on my belly.

Probably because her hands are literally and figuratively full of Sarah Kate, who’s as loud as a fire engine in full wail.

Leenie’s wavy, blond hair is mussed from bed, and she pads around the kitchen in just her pajama bottoms and a worn-looking concert t-shirt from an Avett Brothers tour.

She’s only two years older than me, but exhaustion paints her to look in her thirties.

“I said off ,” she repeats with a tinge of warning.

“No,” Jeremiah says cheerfully, curling up against my side and snuggling in tight. “Sejinie loves me.”