Page 34 of Heartstring

“It’s pretty bad, isn’t it?” he asks, laughing.

“It’s fucking perfect.” I turn his head so I can capture his lips.

Pushing my guitar to the foot of the bed, I turn us so Mik’s back is on the bed with me covering his body.

Thank fuck for being eighteen. “How many times do you think we can get off before my dad gets home?” I ask.

“Five.”

“Five? That sounds ambitious.”

“Try having your dick in your mouth, and you’ll see how easy it’ll be.”

I press my hips down on his. My dick is already stirring back to life.

“I’d rather have your dick in my mouth.”

“You won’t hear me complain.”

We end up coming another three times each. Between jerking and blowing each other, by the time I hear the door downstairs, my room stinks of sex and sweat. I love it.

Mik is staying the night. It’s not the first time, but it is the first time we’re doing it naked. And the first time I wake up in the middle of the night with his mouth around my dick.

Thank god for the extra pillow on the bed to muffle my cries when I come because I don’t know if I’d be able to face my dad in the morning if I knew he could hear us.

I try to return the favor, but Mik pulls me against him and tells me he’s fine.

“You have something to tell me,” he says.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve known you since we were twelve, Ty. You’ve had something on your mind for a while now. I just haven’t figured out what it is.”

The curtain is open, so I can see the stars in the night sky through the window. Telling him now or waiting doesn’t matter. It’ll hurt the same.

“I’ve decided I’m not going to UCLA.”

Mik raises himself on his elbow to face me. “What?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t leave my dad behind. Some days he’s so weak he can barely prepare something to eat. I want to stay here, get a job, and help him. If I go, and he—” I choke. “I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

Mik brushes his hand over my cheek. Even in the dark, I can see the beautiful brightness of his blue eyes. I’ll never survive being far away from him. But I’ll do it for my dad.

“Hey, I understand. Did you think I was going to be upset about it?”

I nod. “I…I want to go, you know? I want to be with you and go to college, but I also want to stay.”

He kisses me. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll come visit every weekend. You know I won’t stop loving you just because I can’t see you all the time, right?”

I gasp. “You love me?”

He smiles and steals another kiss. “Yes, you doofus. Of course I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“I don’t deserve you, but, fuck, I love you so much, Mik.”

And then it’s my turn to show him how much. By giving him another orgasm.

Not that it’s a chore.