Page 34 of It’s Only Love

We kick off our slides and tread into the cold water, instantly cooling us off.

Mike turns to face me and pushes his sunglasses up over his head, pulling his long bangs away from his face, giving me full access to his beautiful features.

Then he grasps both of my hands in his. He looks around and back at me again. “I want to kiss you.”

I smile stupidly, and I know I do, because I feel stupidly happy inside.

I’m utter mush. I hate to compare them, but Geoff was outgoing, loud, rigid, and particular about everything.

He always called the shots in whatever we did.

Another sign I missed, I guess. Mike is none of those things.

I start wondering if I chose Geoff because he was nothing like the boy I crushed on so long ago, or the man standing before me now .

“What?” Mike asks as if he can read into my soul.

I shrug, smirking. “I’m just waiting for you to kiss me.”

He lets go of my hands and cups my face.

He stares at me for so long I wonder what’s going through that head of his.

Then his eyes slowly slide closed as he inches closer to my face.

He tilts his head, brushing his lips against mine, and I melt all over again.

Every time Mike kisses me, it’s with his whole being, like he’s telling me he’s here and he’s not letting me go. Each kiss is a promise.

My eyes sting, my chest overflowing with the amount of love I have for him. All those years of hoping and wishing have finally come true, and I won’t take a moment of it for granted.

This time, it’s Mike who swipes my lips with his tongue, and I open for him so he can explore my mouth. I’m loving how he’s growing bolder, asking for what he wants. We had strawberry ice cream earlier, so his lips and tongue taste berry-sweet.

Eventually, we pull away to breathe, and Mike rests his forehead against mine. We stand there, the water lapping at our calves, the sound washing away all the surrounding people. Nothing else exists at this moment but Mike and me.

I want to tell him so badly that I still love him, but I can’t.

My fear that he’ll reject me is too strong, despite trusting him.

It’s not his fault, but my issue. It’s not rational, and yet I can’t help the feeling.

Hopefully, with time, Geoff’s deceit will fade and I’ll be able to let go completely.

“Let’s go get some food,” he says, pulling me from my doubts and fears.

A large tub of popcorn full of extra butter and salt, just the way I like it, sits between us.

I reach over and dip my hand into it, pulling out a handful, popping the morsels into my mouth.

Rise of the Planet of the Apes is playing on a standing screen made of wood painted white behind an old house that serves as the drive-in.

We sit in Mike’s truck with the windows cracked.

It’s in the fifties, so I’m glad I brought my hoodie.

“I think popcorn should be a food group,” I say. “Seriously, it’s like the perfect food.”

“Perfect for a heart attack with the amount of butter and salt you requested,” Mike retorts.

“ Pfft , you have no respect for the food of the gods. The popcorn god, Popicornius, is going to come down and smite thee.”

Mike snorts a laugh and takes a handful of the buttery goodness, shoving them in his mouth. “He can try,” he says with his mouth full.

As much as I like our banter, my mind is solely focused on Mike’s proximity. I’m horny again, and I want to touch him, but I’m not sure how far he’s ready to take it. But I’d take a good make-out session.

I lick my fingers clean of salt and butter and clean them on a cheap napkin.

Then I grab my soda and take a long pull from the straw.

I’ve completely lost interest in the movie.

The apes can do whatever the fuck they want for all I care.

All I can think about is making out with Mike.

If that’s all I get from him for the rest of my life, so be it. I’ll still die a happy man, either way.

Mike starts gnawing on a Twizzler , seemingly more engrossed in the movie than I am. I take the bucket of popcorn and move it to the back seat.

“Hey, I was eating that,” he huffs.

I roll my eyes and grin, but I say nothing when I climb over the console dividing us and straddle his lap. There’s enough room because his legs are long as fuck, and the seat is as far back as it will go. Still, the steering wheel digs into my lower back.

His eyes go wide, his arms resting at his sides, as if trying to figure out what I’m going to do, or where to put his hands. I tug on the Twizzler between his teeth and pull it out before popping it into my mouth.

“Hey…” he huffs again, but there’s only humor dancing in his eyes.

“Sharing is caring.”

“Is this your way of seducing me, Den?”

I chew and swallow the candy before inching closer. “Is it working?”

His smile turns crooked, and his hands move up to rest on my hips, fingers digging gently into me, his face inching closer to mine. “Not sure it’ll take much effort.”

“You’re easy. I like it.”

I don’t know what possesses me to lift his hand and raise it to my mouth.

His eyes track the movement so intently and curiously, then they blow wide when I suck on his index finger, licking off the salty butter.

His cock instantly hardens, swelling against my ass.

I shudder, fantasizing that we’re naked and he’s about to fuck me, and I grow hard in response.

Mike doesn’t stop me when I lick his middle finger and move on to the rest, ending at the thumb, suckling it. This is so unlike me, but he does things to me when we’re close. If he’ll let me, I want to be a little naughty.

“Jesus, Den…”

I pull out his thumb with a pop. “Too much?”

He slowly shakes his head, and his voice is low and husky. “No.”

I place one hand on his chest and the other on his neck, pulling him closer to me, needing to kiss him as if my life depends on it.

My fingers are still buttery, but I can’t be bothered to care.

I brush my lips against his, then swipe my tongue across, buttery salt and sugar bursting in my mouth. I love this flavor on him.

Mike’s hands slip under the hem of my T-shirt and hoodie, and slide up my back, eager fingers kneading the muscle. Even though we’re still dressed, his touching my skin sends waves of goosebumps over me.

The movie is long forgotten. It wasn’t that interesting anyway. Mike is way more interesting than any movie.

I roll my hips, grazing over his hard cock, pulling a groan from him, which I swallow. I can’t help myself, with how attuned my body is to his, like we were always meant to be like this, to touch like this.

We pull away, panting, resting our foreheads against each other.

“I…” The words don’t come out. I want to ask him if I can touch him, but I’m afraid he’s not ready for that. But how am I to know if I don’t ask? With a deep breath and a flaming face, I take the plunge. “I want to touch you. I have this need to make you come… I fucking need to see it.”

“Oh, shit…”

“Can we… I want to try something.”

“W-what do you wanna try?” Nervousness tinges his voice, his fingers digging deeper into my back, his hands now clammy.

“You can say no. It’s fine if you’re not ready. But… I want to rub one out with you… together. Like… dick against dick. I think you’ll like it.”

A groan spills from his lips, and I pull back to look at him and make sure he’s on board. His eyes are huge, but his hard cock underneath me says he’s not completely opposed to the idea.

He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I want to lick it, but I hold back. Then he nods. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. ”

“If you don’t like it, we can stop.”

“I’ll like it, Den,” he says with absolute certainty.

Fuck. Me .

I lean back and reach into the front of my shorts and underwear to grip my cock, but I don’t pull it out yet. He watches my every move as his hands slide out from underneath my shirt and hover over the button and zipper of his jeans.

It’s awkward at first as we fumble around, trying to get our dicks out, while checking outside to make sure no one sees us.

The windows quickly fog up with our heavy breathing, which is probably a dead giveaway, but whatever.

I bang my head on the roof of the car a couple of times before we finally settle, smiling against each other’s lips, our hard cocks hanging out, awkward and sexy.

His cock is smooth and only slightly darker than the rest of him, with a fat head.

I gulp loudly, not because it makes me nervous, but because I’m trying not to drool all over it.

Or just drop to the floorboards and suck him down.

I can’t wait to get him in my mouth one day.

I still can’t believe this is Mike, and I’m looking at his dick like it’s my next meal.

“Shit, Den… this is so fucking hot, and we haven’t even done anything yet,” he breathes, his hands now resting on my thighs, their clamminess heating my skin. I’m just as nervous as he is. He’s my first love, and I don’t want to fuck this up and scare him off. I want to make this good for him.

I curse myself for not bringing any lube, but it’s not like I was thinking about having some sexy fun times in his truck. I’ll just have to make do with a lot of spit. Hopefully, Mike won’t get grossed out.

“What now?” he asks, still staring at our dicks.

“We don’t have any lube, so… I’m going to have to use spit, okay?” He nods slowly, not removing his eyes from our lengths. “Then I’m go ing to fist our dicks together, you know, like a hand job, but rubbing up against each other.”

“That’s a thing?”

I can’t help but chuckle. He’s so damn cute right now. “Yeah, it’s a thing. It’s called frotting.”

“Frotting.” He says the word as if he’s tasting it.

“Yeah. Can I touch you?”

He nods as his hands slide up my thighs and toward my ass, resting there, hips thrusting upward like he has no control over his body. His eagerness is fucking hot.

I position myself before I spit into my hand a couple of times, then grab my dick and press it against his. I fist us together, slowly spreading the spit along our lengths.

Mike’s head falls back against the headrest, and his mouth drops open as a gasp escapes him.

Holy shit , he’s responsive. Precum pearls on my cockhead from seeing what I do to him.

I don’t think he even realizes his fingers have slipped inside my shorts and underwear, and his calloused hands feel fucking delicious against my heated skin.

As much as I want to close my eyes and just… feel, I don’t. I need to watch him, not only because he’s sexy as hell, but to make sure he’s okay.

My fingers tighten around us, and I stroke languidly, building up the pressure and tension.

When my thumb swipes over his slick cockhead, his body trembles.

His head is still thrown back, his chest heaving.

He slips his fingers between my ass cheeks, coasting my crease, which in turn, pulls a groan from me.

Mike raises his head at the sound, his blue eyes blown black.

“You okay?” I ask.

Please don’t make me stop. I think I’d die.

“Yes,” he pants. “This is… Fuck, Den. I feel you everywhere. ”

Wait until you get inside me, Mike.

I’ve barely gotten started before a rush of cum shoots out of him, spilling all over my hand and his jeans. Oh, wow . His cock pulses and jerks in my hand, and it’s almost hot to the touch.

I can hear the disappointment in his groan that it’s over already, but I’m just smiling like a loon. He’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe I made him come so fast.

I let go of him, fisting my length again, using his cum to stroke myself in rapid movements, eager to come too. A few strokes are all it takes before I shoot all over him, coating his T-shirt and jeans, and ending in a guttural moan.

When I’m done, we’re a panting mess with our foreheads pressed together. Our skin glistens with sweat and cum, the headiness of our combined smell hanging in the air.

For the second time tonight, sense leaves me as I dab a finger in our mingled cum, and place it on my tongue, sucking it clean.

Mike’s jaw drops as he watches me lick off our combined essence. “Fuck…” he rasps.

I pop my finger out of my mouth and lunge at him. My lips press to his, and I shove my tongue inside. His fingers slide deeper through the crease of my ass, making me whimper. We only kiss for a moment before I pull away.

Mike tugs his hands out, and I’m cold without them there. He looks at me with worry in his knitted brows as he brushes his hands across his face. “I’m… sorry that was so fast. God, I’m so embarrassed.”

I reach for them, tangling our fingers together. “Why? Because you were that turned on? It was so fucking hot. You’re so responsive.”

“Yeah?”

I nod slowly, chewing my bottom lip. “I’m not usually so daring or… messy. ”

His face softens as he smiles crookedly. “That was mind-blowing. You fucking blow my mind, Den. Can we do that again? Soon?”

“Any time,” I croak, dying a little inside, as I lean forward and kiss his forehead, filled with this overwhelming sense of relief that he had a good time and enjoyed it.

I sit up and look around before I start laughing.

He chuckles with me. “What?”

“We’ve produced enough steam to run a factory. You can’t even see out the windows.”

Mike throws his head back and laughs harder, pulling it from deep within his chest. It’s the best sound in the world.

“That we did…”