Page 12 of Free Fall
“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 whenhe reallysmiles, 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 Iforgot 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 fuckyouif 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 whenIcame 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,hotman, 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 smileexactlythe 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. Iwillmake 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 Iwillsee Sejin’s full-glory smile, and I’ll see it while he’s laughing, and it will beall 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 intendedto 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 painedoofas a little body bounces onto my stomach. I peel my exhausted eyes open.