Page 40 of It’s Only Love

Dennis

I’m curled on my side in bed, my hand tucked under my pillow and my other hand resting on Mike’s bare waist just so I can touch him.

We’re both naked, with the covers drawn up to our hips.

We had to wash his clothes, since he got cum on them.

It was so hot. I didn’t even have to touch him.

He came because he was so turned on. God, I love how he reacted to me.

As tired as I am, and with my body completely satiated, I can’t sleep.

My mind is still reeling that he’s here, naked in my bed, and he gave me an epic blow job earlier.

It was awkward and a whole lot sloppy, and the best damn blow job I’ve ever had.

Mike went at it like he was born to give head.

Fuck . My dick is stirring to life at the thought of him down there, just worshiping me.

He was so sexy doing it… and those fucking noises…

slurps, sucks, gags, grunts, moans… Jesus .

I lift my hand and coast it over his body without touching him, nearly coming to rest on his head, wanting to draw back his bangs like a curtain, but I don’t want to wake him up.

It’s an urge I can barely control, but I set my hand gently back down to rest on his waist, his skin smooth and warm to the touch.

He’s sleeping like a baby, lying on his side, facing me, his bottom lip protruding slightly, giving him a pouty look. Fuck, my boyfriend is gorgeous.

Despite not wanting to wake him, I carefully lean forward and kiss his head before falling back onto my pillow. Mike stirs, shifts, and snuggles deeper into me, like we’re magnets, but he doesn’t wake up.

I finally settle in and close my eyes to sleep.

“Shit!”

Suddenly, a jolting in my bed has me jolting up. “What? What happened?”

“I’m late! Crap, crap, crap.”

Mike jumps out of bed, his head moving everywhere, looking for something. He’s in all his naked glory. I easily get lost in his muscular undulations, lightly tanned skin, hair wrecked from sleep, and his cock standing up, saying hello to the world.

I snort a laugh at how adorably sexy he is.

“It’s not funny! The last thing I need is for your dad to be pissed at me.”

I chuckle and shake my head. “He’s not going to be pissed at you. He loves you.”

“Sure, until he finds out I’m dating his son.”

“He’ll always love you, dork.”

Mike gets on his hands and knees, his ass right there for me to ogle at. “Fuck me,” I groan, now getting hard, too.

“What? Did you find my phone? ”

“Sorry, but something else is calling to me, and it ain’t a damn phone.” I close my eyes and cup my junk as I fall back into the bed, moaning. “God, your ass is so fucking perfect…”

Mike sits up on his knees and grins shyly as his face blooms pink. “Now’s not the time, Den.”

I sit up, my cock still eager and hard, as I watch him get back on his hands and knees before that pert ass is up in the air again as he looks under my bed. My fingers curl and relax, over and over, desperately trying not to grope him.

“There you are!” He sits on his knees, glances at the screen, and swipes it open, then a groan escapes him. “Ugh, I forgot to set my alarm. Stupid…”

I raise my knees and wrap my arms around my shins as I watch with humor the chaos that’s currently named Mike.

He stands, sets his phone down, and then searches for his clothes, his cock bouncing around, and I can’t…

stop… looking at it. I’m going to have to rub one out if I want to function at all today.

Suddenly, he trips over a shoe and stumbles to the ground. “Shit!” he hisses.

I burst out in a laugh as I climb out of bed and help him stand. “Breathe, Mike. You’re going to be fine. Are you okay?” My fingers graze his silky skin, and I shudder. Now’s not the time, Den, Mike’s words echo in my head.

He exhales shakily and nods. “Okay… Sorry, I hate being late to anything.”

“I know. But really, once isn’t going to kill anyone. And you’re not even that late.”

There’s a sudden knock at my bedroom door. Mike and I both freeze, and I don’t think he even realizes he’s wrapped a protective arm around me. It’s heavy and comforting and… he really needs to stop touching me or I’m just going to have to get off right here and now.

“Dennis? I heard a loud thump. Are you okay?” Mom says on the other side of my door.

I look at Mike, who shakes his head. Okay, we’re not ready to announce that we’re dating while standing here naked. Yeah. Good call .

“Uh, yeah, Mom. Just tripped over my shoe.”

“Well, if you just picked up your things, you wouldn’t trip.”

I roll my eyes up to the ceiling. “Yeah, thanks. I know.”

“Is that Mike’s truck in our driveway? I didn’t see him.” Mike winces next to me. Shit, nothing goes under Mom’s radar.

“Hey, Mom? Can you show me where you stashed the pruning shears? I can’t find them,” Aaron yells from downstairs.

Mike’s face is red and sweaty and fucking adorable. “Aaron to the rescue, it seems. I don’t think he’s lifted pruning shears since we mowed for money in the summers during middle school.”

I snort a laugh. “Remind me to thank him later.”

Mike pecks my lips, then rushes to the chair where I put his clothes, and quickly puts them on. “Well, at least they’re clean.”

I laugh again. What a great and crazy morning. “You did come in them, after all. The hottest thing ever.”

His face flushes again, straight to his ears, the tips turning bright red. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m perpetually horny lately.”

I point down at my still-swollen dick. “Welcome to the hard-on club.”

“Fuck… I wish I had time to taste you again, baby.”

My body heats at the endearment. I love it coming from his mouth. It’s fucking addictive .

I step up in front of him and wrap my arms around his neck. He rests his hands on my bare waist, looking down at me before pressing his forehead to mine, seemingly forgetting he’s running late. “I had fun last night. I want more, Den. So much more.”

“God, I do, too.”

“Let me think about when we can meet up again and what to do. I hate running off like this, but I really gotta go. I’ll text you.”

He pulls me against him and kisses me, tongue and all, uncaring that neither of us has brushed our teeth. I don’t care either. I love a sleepy-smelling Mike.

Finally, he steps back. “I’d better go before I never leave.”

He heads to the window and opens it. My jaw drops. “Seriously? We do have a front door.”

“We just fooled around, and I was naked earlier. No way. No way can I face your family after that. I’ll face them later after a ‘ regular ’ day,” he says, using air quotes. “A day when no sex is involved.”

“They won’t care.”

Mike gives me a deadpan look. “Yeah, no thanks.” He places a leg outside the window, resting his foot on the lower roof of the porch, huffing a laugh. “I feel like a naughty teen.”

I laugh again and walk over to him when he wiggles his index finger at me. “Kiss me again.”

I press my lips to his and quickly pull away. He pouts as I fold my arms, shaking my head. “Go to work, naughty boy.”

“Bye! Have a good day, baby. It was fun. Talk to you later.”

“Bye, Chaos."

After showering and getting dressed, I head downstairs to prepare for my run. Sure, it’s weird showering before I’m about to sweat my ass off, but I didn’t want to face Mom still smelling of sex. Now I understand what Mike meant earlier.

With my collapsible water bottles in hand, I walk into the kitchen to fill them. Mom is there, sipping coffee and reading a book at the kitchen table.

“Hey,” I say.

She looks up and gives me a soft smile, but her eyes are all-knowing. Not much gets past her after raising two boys, so it’s no surprise that she’s probably figured out Mike stayed over.

“Morning.”

Instead of grilling me, she goes back to her book and takes a sip of her coffee.

“Shouldn’t you be at the shop?” I ask, filling up one of my bottles with the filtered water from the refrigerator.

“Tish opened for me. I’ve been giving her more responsibility lately, and giving some much-needed time to myself.”

“Cool.”

After I finish filling up my bottles, and Mom, not saying a word, I sit down across from her, trying not to fidget. She doesn’t even look up from her reading. What gives?

I sigh audibly, and she glances up from her book, but her eyes ping right back to it. Mom definitely knows. She’s just not saying anything. Should I tell her?

“So, ah, about Mike…”

“I know, honey,” she says, taking another sip of coffee.

“W-what gave it away? Besides his truck sitting in the driveway?”

I’m not really worried that my family knows about Mike and me, but Mike has been a part of our family since forever, so I’m not sure if it’ll feel weird to my parents.

“Your brother. He hasn’t pruned since he was a kid. Aaron is practically allergic to gardening. I figured he was distracting me, and then combine that with the truck, well, it’s clear Mike stayed over with you.”

My face heats, and I fidget again. “Yeah, I wanted to tell you all, but we’re still figuring shit out.”

She finally sets her book and coffee down, giving me her undivided attention. “And Mike’s okay dating a boy?”

I roll my eyes so far up into my head I worry they’ll get stuck there. “We’re men, Mom. Men .”

She chuckles, her eyes dancing in humor. “I stand corrected. But no matter what age you and Aaron are, you’ll both always be my boys.”

I smirk and shake my head, my tension melting off me. “Yeah, Mike’s chill about it. We’ve just been close for a long time, and I guess we just finally clicked. I’ve, ah, loved him for a long time,” I admit.

Her face softens, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know you have. We all saw it.” She laughs.

“Everyone saw, except Mike.” Then she grows serious, frowning a bit, her eyes solely focused on me.

“And you’re okay with dating again after everything?

” Leave it to Mom to connect the dots after finding out what happened to me.

“Yeah, I am. I worried I’d have trust issues if I dated again, for sure. But this is Mike we’re talking about. He’s the most reliable person I know. If anyone sticks it out with my ass, it’ll be him.”

“And what about… after your professor… Jesus, I’m still pissed about it.”

My brows shoot up to my hairline. Mom never swears. “It’s okay, Mom, really. It was more the betrayal than the touching, which freaked me out. ”

She relaxes and picks up her coffee cup again, taking another sip. “Okay. You’d tell me otherwise, right?”

“Yeah, I will.”

“You and Mike are communicating all this?”

“Yeah, we are.”

I stand and push my seat under the table. “Thanks, Mom. I’m off for a run. I’m a bit behind on it.”

She waves me off, picking up her book. “Have fun, and please tell Mike to use the front door next time.”

My face burns for Mike—big, adorable dork.