Page 83 of Free Fall

I shift to a seated position, and he hoists up onto his elbows, his brows wrinkling in understanding that there’s something else I’m trying to ask. I go on, “I mean, we’re together almost every night now, and sometimes we don’t even have sex—”

“Are we not having enough sex? We can have more—”

“That’s not what I’m saying. I just…want to know what we’re doing. You and me. Together.”

I can see his brain snapping through my words and trying to sort out the meaning of whatever expression is on my face, studying it like a slow-mo film ticking by. “Oh,” he finally says.

I flinch slightly but then shrug. “Yeah. I’ve been wondering. No pressure. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. What are we?”

Dan’s face quickly shifts, like he’s considering different possible responses, each problematic in some way, until he finally settles on, “I guess we’re a couple. We’re boyfriends.”

“We are?”

Dan frowns. “I think so? Unless you don’t want to be?”

I laugh. “I want to be.”

“Cool.” He takes hold of a length of my hair and uses it to pull me down again. He kisses my lips, my neck, and then scoots down to suck on my nipples. “You’re so easy,” he murmurs as my dick rises up between us. “I like that about you.”

I shift so I’m between his legs and thrust my hips against his. “You’re pretty easy too.”

“Doc?”

“Mm?”

“I’ve got a pain in my ass—”

I snort. “Youarea pain in the ass.”

“—and I need you to check it out for me.”

I slide a hand down over his hardening cock, slip my fingers over his taint, and gently touch his asshole. “This where it hurts?”

“Inside,” he murmurs, making his eyes go wide and innocent. “Awfully bad, Doc. Deep inside. I don’t think your fingers will reach.”

I chuckle. “Lucky for you, I have something a little longer we can use.”

“Hurry up, then,” he says, pulling his legs up around my sides, and hunching so that his cock rubs against mine. “I needyour doctoring skills. You’ve got such a great bedside manner, Doc,” he says, not breaking character. “Firm, knowledgeable.”

“Knowledgeable? Oh, I know all about your asshole,” I say, still laughing a little, but Dan doesn’t seem to mind that I can’t keep our role-play serious in any way today. “Let me examine it before we start the procedure.”

I scoot down, pushing his legs back and up, and study his tight hole. He’s lightly hairy around it, and he flexes his feet in anticipation when I lean close and blow. Then I set about giving him as good as he gives me, and the way his legs shake, his cock leaks, and his silence turns to low moans tells me I’ve learned a lot about rimming from his enthusiastic assaults on my ass.

“Fuck,” he says, tugging me up to kiss me again. “Get inside me.”

I reach into the drawer and pull out the last two condoms and the lube. “We need more,” I say, holding up the two packets for him to see.

“Do we?” he asks, his eyes burning hotly.

I swallow hard. “What do you mean?”

“How long has it been since you fucked someone else?”

We both know the answer. We’ve talked about our sexual history on and off over the last month and a half we’ve been doing this, and we know that neither of us has any STDs, and it’s been more than enough time since we were with anyone else at all.

“Are you saying we could…” I shiver. It’s such a delicious thought. Being in Dan, having him in me, bare and raw and real. “I’ve never done that before with anyone.”

“Me either.”