Page 33 of It’s Only Love

Dennis

I lie in bed naked, my arm tucked under my head, as the cool breeze filters in through my windows, ghosting my skin.

It’s after the beach date with Mike, and I can’t stop thinking about it.

Every time I close my eyes, I see him, feel him, smell him.

The coarseness of his scruff still tingles on my skin.

The scent of his shampoo filling my nose when his hair brushes against my face is imprinted in my memory.

His lips, so full and swollen, glistening after our kiss. He looked fucking blissed out.

I lie there and relive every second of that moment. The kiss that was meant to be. The kiss I always wanted from him. It was the kiss to end all kisses. Dramatic? Probably. I don’t care. At that moment, he took away all my uncertainty and hurt.

Mike went into it without holding back. Sure, he kissed me in the bathroom the other day, but kissing me on the beach, my favorite spot in the world, with the person who was always meant to be mine… I’m in fucking heaven. I’m floating in the clouds, all my worries and stresses gone .

God, feeling his hard cock pressed against mine… my body shudders at the memory. He really was turned on because of me. It only solidified that he’s demi, and that it didn’t seem to matter one bit that I was a guy. And that makes him even more fucking special. That makes him all mine.

Not only am I still reeling from the fact Mike actually kissed me like I was the only one to exist in his world, but I’m still rock hard, too.

I wanted to do so much more than devour his mouth, but I can’t rush this.

Being with a man is completely new to Mike.

I don’t want to scare him off, no matter how horny I get.

Speaking of horny…

I ache something fierce.

I sit up, reach into my nightstand drawer, pull out the small bottle of lube, and dribble some into my hand.

I toss the closed bottle somewhere on the floor and fist my length.

Shit, this is the first time since I’ve been back that I’ve been this desperate to come.

My libido was shot until Mike kissed the hell out of me that day in the bathroom.

It didn’t hurt that he acted all growly and protective as he cleaned my cuts.

Seeing that side of him was such a turn-on.

Fuck, I need a release.

I move my hand lazily, grazing the tip with my palm.

My eyes shutter closed, and Mike’s beautiful face takes over the darkness as I slip into a fantasy.

Instead of straddling him on the beach, still wearing clothes, I straddle him in bed, naked.

His sun-kissed skin is warm and smells like soap and the beach.

Our cocks rest heavily against one another, pulsing and moving, searching for friction.

His fingers dig into my thighs, and his chest heaves with every deep breath.

Mine does, too. ‘ I want to see you come ,’ he whispers, wide-eyed and focused solely on our dicks.

‘ Come for me, Den. Show me what you like. ’

Jesus … I have no lube in my imagination, so I spit into my hand and wrap it tightly around my length.

Mike never takes his eyes off my hand and cock, watching my every move.

His hands slide up my body, trailing featherlight touches over my arms. The electric currents make me break out in chills as I get lost in stroking myself.

The faster my hand moves, the more he explores my body, as if touching me for the first time.

I love his hands on me. It’s fucking addictive, and I never want him to stop touching me.

My thumb grazes the head of my dick, and I shiver. Mike shivers with me as if I’m stroking him, too. ‘ You like that ?’ His voice is breathy and with a deep rasp. ‘ Yes ,’ I say. I’d rather he touch my cock, but he’s not ready. But I also like him watching me as I put on a show just for him.

I’m pumping, twisting, grazing, over and over. I want to hurry and come because I want to make him come next. The thought of touching Mike’s cock sets my body aflame in the most delicious way.

‘ I want to try ,’ he tells me. ‘ I need to be the one to do it .’

‘ Fuck, yes. Touch me, Mike. Please touch me. ’

As soon as he reaches for me and fists my shaft, I’m done for. The pressure is unreal as I let go. My orgasm surges through me, my release shooting all over him—all over my Mike.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth to stifle the moan that escapes me, and I’m forced back to the present, hot stickiness coating my stomach, hand, chest, and pubes.

My hand keeps moving until I have nothing left.

When I grow soft, I lie there for a moment to catch my breath and calm my heart—a heavy blanket of numbness drapes over me.

I look down at my body. I’m a mess. My cum is everywhere.

I dig around in my nightstand again, pull out a packet of wipes, and yank out a couple to wipe myself off with. Once I’m clean, I toss them into the small wastebasket in my room and fall back into my bed .

My chaotic mind is at ease. My previous issues aren’t fixed, but for now, I’m being held together because of Mike.

I trace my lips with my fingers, still feeling the burn of Mike’s kiss. I never want this feeling to go away.

With a big, contented yawn and stretch, I curl on my side under the comforter and drift off to sleep.

Mike has Sundays off, and I… Well, I have no job, so we’re free to do whatever.

Long Beach, up in Washington, about an hour away, is having a sand sculpture event, and it’s the last day, so we want to check it out.

It was my idea to head to a different town, so Mike and I could just be ourselves together without prying eyes.

We’ve agreed not to come out to everyone yet.

Not because we want it to be a secret, but to have time to ourselves, just us, without probing questions and people watching our every move.

It allows Mike some time to adjust to being with a guy.

He hasn’t said as much, but I want to make sure he has all the breathing room he needs.

After the event, we plan to grab a bite to eat and then head to the drive-in. They’re showing Rise of the Planet of the Apes . It’s an older movie, but Mike and I have never seen it, and figured why not.

We considered taking Willow, but it would be a long day, so she’s staying home with Mike’s mom.

I tug my green University of Oregon T-shirt over black board shorts and put on some deodorant. As soon as I slather some sunscreen on my face, Mike texts me he’s outside waiting in his truck.

I grab a hoodie, and because no one is home, I run out the door and lock it before jumping into Mike’s truck .

“Hey,” he says shyly.

“Hey,” I reply breathily, which is more than just from running outside. His familiar and comforting scent fills the cab of his truck, making my mouth literally water, especially now that I know he tastes as good as he smells.

He’s wearing a pale green sleeveless T-shirt, exposing his lightly tanned, muscular arms. Now, not only do I have a watering mouth, but I’m drooling, too.

After buckling up, I lean forward slightly, willing him to kiss me.

He glances around outside before meeting my eyes.

His cheeks pink as he leans in, too. I meet him the rest of the way and plant a chaste kiss on his delectable lips.

He kisses me back, and I’m hit with a weird sense of relief, mixed with insecurities I haven’t felt before.

For a fraction of a second, I was afraid he wouldn’t kiss me back.

But he did. Our lips part, and his mouth curves into a crooked smile.

“Hey,” he says again.

I chuckle. “You said that already.”

The tips of his ears turn adorably red as he puts the car in Drive. “Ah, right.”

How is a person this cute and sexy at the same time? But that’s Mike for you.

As he drives north, I rest my hand on his thick thigh and watch the gorgeous world blur by. It’s nice to touch him like this, as simple as it is. There’s no more holding back like I used to. It’s freeing.

An hour later, we head toward the ‘ World’s Longest Beach ,’ though it’s not the longest. It’s only the longest beach on a peninsula.

We head down toward the event, and I walk closely next to Mike, our arms and shoulders brushing against each other. When our hands touch, he quickly snatches mine and threads our fingers together.

“This okay?” he asks. I just bite my bottom lip and nod.

His hand is warm and calloused, engulfing mine.

As always, I feel protected and safe with him.

He smiles down at me, his eyes hidden away behind sunglasses.

My heart thumps against my chest in the best possible way.

After all these years, it’s still hard to believe we’re giving this a go between us.

I feel like even after all the shit that’s been dumped on me, I’ve won the lottery at life. Mike makes it all worth it.

The event is amazing. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous sand sculptures, and they’re for everyone.

Children are making them along with adults.

They range from novice to expert. My favorite is a long mermaid lying in the sand, but Mike’s old-school, loving the massive sandcastle that has turrets and everything.

The area is packed with people, but I manage to get some cool shots of Mike in front of some sculptures without people in the background.

He flexes his arms in one, looking adorably goofy.

I love it when I get to see his playful side.

It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, I file it away in my memory.

After we’ve seen all we want, Mike and I, still holding hands, walk toward the water. The late July day is hot, and we’ve been in the sun for several hours.