Page 27 of If I See You Again

Malcolm

M y fingers gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly. If I kept this up the entire way back to Chicago, my hands would cramp, and that wasn’t a good time for anyone.

The music played on low on an alternative station that I liked to listen to. The melody had a good way of bouncing from emotional to something upbeat.

David seemed lost in thought, staring out the window and occasionally humming along to a song.

I hated that I couldn’t just give him a solid answer on whether we could make this something real.

He deserved to be loved openly and not constantly yanked around.

If only there were a way to take the guesswork out of everything.

And that was when it suddenly hit me.

“We take the guesswork out of tech work.”

“What?” David turned to look at me after my sudden outburst.

“That’s it! That’s what we were missing. I was so freaking worried that we were going to be gone this whole weekend and I’d still be stuck on trying to think of a slogan for you when we got back. It’s perfect, right?”

David laughed, a wide grin stretching his face as he looked at me. Maybe it was a little silly, but that aha! moment had been pretty spectacular. It was one of the best feelings in the world and something I lived for when it came to my job.

“The guesswork?” he mused as he continued to study me.

“I mean, yeah. You want to ease access for those who struggle. And that’s exactly what that means. Not to mention it’s short, simple, and catchy.”

That smile returned in full force, making my stomach do somersaults. Yeah, maybe that was something I wanted to get used to seeing. I wanted to see David Garrison always light up like that over the little things.

“I like it.”

“Really?”

“I do. See, I knew I hired the right person for the job. You doubted me. You’re talented.”

I didn’t feel all that talented sometimes, but I’d gotten to where I was on my own. Maybe he was right. Pride swelled in my chest. I’d done good. This was really working.

There was still another half-hour drive back to the city, but I couldn’t wait. When I pulled off to the side of the road, David’s brows creased in concern, but quickly eased when I leaned across the center console to hook my hand behind his neck, bringing him in for a kiss.

The way his beard rubbed against my face was bliss. I purred into the contact as our tongues slipped and slid together. I could still taste the remnants of his coffee from our breakfast, and all I wanted to do was climb across the car and into his lap. But not on the side of the highway.

It took everything in me to let him go, landing back in my seat.

Something changed at that moment as well.

I saw something different in David. Some of my previous apprehensions and fears vanished.

What was it about feeling like I’d finally done something right that had caused that shift?

It shouldn’t have been that easy, but it was.

Hell, it might’ve always been that easy, but I just never let it happen.

I suddenly couldn’t wait to be back in Chicago and at David’s hotel so we could continue what I’d started. We needed to celebrate and do it correctly.

“ H ow long do you think you’ll be here?” I asked as we entered the room, those nervous butterflies taking flight all over again. What was it about the man and hotel rooms that got me all kinds of messed up?

David didn’t answer me at first. He stripped off his sweater, pulling it over his head as he walked from the front of the room toward the bed. He seemed to have one singular intent, and I couldn’t blame him. It was where my head should have been as well.

“Only until I can find something a little more suitable. This isn’t too bad. For the most part, all I need is a bed and a place to take a shower. What’s even better is that I don’t have to clean up after myself.”

It was hard to argue with that logic, but most people couldn’t afford to live in a hotel room full time. This wasn’t a long-term answer.

Instead of continuing to dwell on things, I followed him across the room, and the door clicked closed behind me as our bags lay forgotten in the entryway.

We could figure that out later. There was a man who was currently stripping in front of me, and I wanted a taste of him.

A better one. One that meant a little more than quick, fumbling hookups.

Maybe this was us finally solidifying things. I could tell him that, right?

“David?” My voice shook, but only a little, because damn if some of that uncertainty didn’t try creeping in.

This was all scary. I was giving in to something that I hadn’t before.

The two of us had already crossed lines I hadn’t crossed with anyone else, so asking this shouldn’t be that big of a deal.

“What is it, gorgeous?”

I visibly shivered at the name. Of all the people I’d been with over the years, men and women, I’d always been Malcolm, no one else.

There was no sweetie, honey, or darling.

The second that first gorgeous had slipped from David’s lips, it covered me in a warm blanket, marking me as his.

Creating something special that was just for him and me.

My shirt was up and over my head before I worked up the guts to say what I wanted.

David didn’t make it any easier, as his fingers traced along the scar on my belly before he bent down to kiss it.

I’d never expected anyone to think anything of it, especially since so many had acted like I was diseased when I’d brought it up.

No, for David, it was something to be cherished. He was something to be cherished.

“Can I—”

“Can you what?”

I laughed when he cut me off, distracted once more, as his hands danced across my waist, unsnapping my jeans before pushing them over my hips.

“I want to be in charge this time.” My face flamed at the question, but it was oddly something we hadn’t discussed.

Both times we’d had penetrative sex, David had been inside of me.

I wasn’t opposed to it. Loved it, even. There was that part of me that wanted to experience it both ways.

Like that was what would make everything that much more permanent.

Not only had he marked me, but I could do the same for him.

“God, gorgeous, please.”

He sprawled back onto the bed, and I gaped at the man, lifting his arms and offering his body as a delectable gift.

He was all defined lines with a smattering of blond hair across his chest that tapered to that tempting trail that led to his pants, which were tented with his need.

My eyes looked their fill of his tempting frame, my mouth watering and hands itching to touch.

My fingers hooked into his slacks, sliding to the front to unhook them and unzip.

His slacks slid down his legs easily when he lifted his ass, leaving me staring at the captivating and aroused man on the bed in front of me.

His light gray boxer briefs had a small wet patch on the front from where his pre-cum had soaked through.

I wasted no time in removing the last bit of fabric until David was completely nude in front of me. All I wanted at that point was contact. Glorious skin-on-skin contact.

Removing my briefs took no time at all, and once there were no more barriers, I was over him, planting one knee on either side of his waist as I straddled him.

The second our heated flesh came into contact, it was like a match to gasoline.

We burned like a wildfire as I descended on him.

Our mouths sealed together as tongues fought for dominance, but at no point did David try to take over.

I’d asked to be in charge, and he was more than happy to let me take the lead.

My hands wandered his chest, tangling in the hair there before finding his nipples and plucking at them. A low rumble escaped his throat as I continued to grind into him, our stiff, hot cocks rubbing together with the rock of my hips.

When my hand wandered lower to wrap around our weeping lengths, we broke apart on a gasp.

David threw his head back, and watching the way his eyes rolled back into his head was enough to undo me.

Of all the things I liked to do with another man, frotting had always been my favorite.

There was something so simple and intimate about the feel of another hard cock pressed against yours as you jacked them together.

The heat of each other’s skin, and the way your pre-cum mixed to make lube, made it all that much more erotic.

“Fuck, gorgeous, what are you doing?” David’s voice was thick with desire as he fucked up into my first.

“Having a bit of fun. Is there a problem with that?” I was breathless as I answered, struggling to form the words because I couldn’t think clearly when you had all that fine specimen of a human at your mercy.

“No, baby, no problem, just… fuck.”

Watching David struggle was empowering, but also told me he was close. If I wanted to make this last, I need to back off and get the show on the road. He audibly whimpered when I released his cock and slid from the bed. My own dick was screaming at me for not providing it with release.

The bottle of lube was easy to find in David’s suitcase.

He packed it in an obvious spot, and part of me wanted to be annoyed that he assumed something would happen at my parents’ house, but I had been the one to initiate the make-out session on the couch that had turned into mutual blow jobs.

But none of that was important. What was important was getting back to the man on the bed and finger fucking him open so that I could feel what it was like to have him wrapped around my cock.

When I approached the bed, it was like David read my mind as he propped his feet on the mattress, spreading his thighs wide to give me easy access to what I wanted.

The sight of him so wide open and ready for me was humbling.

Here was this powerful man who had given me a chance, and he was offering himself to me in the most sacred of ways.

“God, David. You’re sure about this?” Why the hell was I still questioning it?

“Gorgeous, get that beautiful ass over here and fuck me to the stars.”

There wasn’t any more hesitation. The bottle of lube snapped open, and I doused my fingers before dropping it to the mattress and pressing my cool digits to David’s entrance.

We both hissed at the contact. I knew what it felt like, and it wasn’t always the most comfortable sensation, but it quickly morphed into pleasure once I slipped a finger inside.

I didn’t waste any time as I sank, knuckle deep, into the man below me, watching his face contract in bliss.

“I love watching you fall apart for me.” The words tumbled past my lips, words I normally wouldn’t speak, but damn, did David bring it out of me.

“Yeah?” he panted. “Show me more. Make me scream for you.”

A second finger joined the first at his request and I scissored them open to hurry along the stretch because my cock was literally dying to feel the warmth that was surrounding my fingers. I craved to sink inside and claim him. Make him mine.

My fingers angled just right to peg his prostate, and his back arched. Ask and you shall receive. You want screaming and stars. I was more than willing to provide.

By the time I pressed a third finger into his hole, David was an incoherent mess.

Little mumbles fell from his mouth as he thrashed his head against the mattress.

The vision was enough to have me rapidly withdrawing my fingers and reaching for the lube again.

The lid clicked open again. David opened his eyes to the sound, watching me as I poured a generous amount of the oil into my hand before coating my cock.

The second I lined up with David’s opening, our eyes locked. Something passed between us. A silent message that this was our fate. I realized then that we were bound together, and though I sometimes resisted, this man was in my life to stay.

And the best part was… I didn’t want to fight it anymore.