Page 43 of It’s Only Love

Dennis

I think I’m going to die, but in the best possible way.

The amount of self-control I’m going through to keep Mike moving is killing me.

All I want to do is shut my mouth, keep my eyes glued to his face, and feel him filling me.

Mike is inside me. Actually inside me. It’s fucking surreal.

This has only been in my fantasies, much like our kisses.

But this… I’m blown away. He took such good care of me, worrying about me while stressing out if he’d do a good enough job.

Hell yeah, he’s doing a good enough job.

Even if he just lay there, I’d be over the moon because it’s Mike! My Mike.

His body is heavy on me, comforting. His cock is so hot inside me. And his noises. Jesus. The panting and grunting, the squelching of his cock each time he sinks back into me.

The tent grows warm and humid from our breathing. A few beads of sweat slide down from the top of his head, to his nose, and drip onto my chest. Mike’s eyes are closed, and his lips are parted as he just feels and enjoys being inside me. He’s fucking stunning .

Then his dick slides over my prostate a few times, and I’m in heaven.

My eyes roll up into my head, and it takes all my power not to grab my cock and jerk myself off to finish.

I tighten my legs around his hips and tug him deeper into me, pulling a groan from him.

“Den… stop. I’m not ready to come yet. So close. So close.”

I don’t want this over yet, either, so I ease off him and run my hands over his strong arms, up to his shoulders, and around his neck.

I tug him down for a sweaty kiss. He stops pumping for a moment, giving us a second to breathe and calm the hell down.

Our kiss is languid and full of sloppy tongue, as if our mouths have taken over the fucking.

When we pull away, he slowly opens his eyes. There’s something in them conveying something to me. I want to say it’s love, but I don’t want to project either, no matter how much I wish it.

As much as I love to talk, I’m forgetting my words. He needs to know he’s doing things right and making me feel so fucking good. “That’s it,” I spur him on. “You feel so good inside me, Mike. So good.”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking amazing.”

He pushes himself up higher, hovering over me as he pumps a little faster. My body vibrates with lust and love and arousal, just feeling him and watching him. I’m in some crazy, sexual fever dream or something. I must be. This can’t be real.

Mike increases the force of his thrusts, fucking me faster, harder, deeper, and the pressure becomes nearly unbearable.

I pinch the head of my dick again to stop the threatening orgasm.

I’m not there yet, but on the cusp. A few strokes is all it will take, but I’m not ready.

It doesn’t matter that I brought five condoms with me for more chances at this, because I don’t want this to end yet.

Words, fuck… right .

“You’re hitting me just right, babe… Keep going. Keep hitting me right there. So good.”

Mike lets out a strange keening noise that goes straight to my nuts. Damn. He’s as into it as I am—another sign he’s with me all the way in this relationship.

Speaking of nuts, they’re growing heavy, desperate to release. My spine tingles, and my cock throbs. There’s precum smearing all over me, leaking each time he rubs against that sweet spot.

I can’t take it anymore. I need to come as if my life depends on it.

I grab my length and fuck into my fist. It won’t take much.

I’m pumping, grazing the head of my dick on the upstroke, using my precum as lube.

I’m burning with the urge, and when I look up at Mike, who’s solely focused on my cock and fist, I’m done for.

“God, I’m gonna come,” I cry out, uncaring that there could be people walking on the beach. “I’m gonna come!” My mind goes blank as the pressure finally releases. My body jerks and ripples as my climax hits me, wave after wave.

“Oh, shit,” Mike grunts, no doubt from the squeezing pressure of my ass, as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm.

“Ahhh,” I yell again as ropes of creamy-white cum splatter across my stomach and chest. It’s relentless. I can’t remember coming this hard before.

Then his orgasm chases mine, and I can feel the heat of his cum through the condom. He cries out, thrusting faster and more erratically. After one last hard thrust, he’s done.

I’m covered in sweat. My body goes slack and numb. I can’t move. Dead. Mike has slayed me. Then I start laughing. “Holy shit. Holy shit, Mike. That was… fuck. ”

He rests his head against my chest, shaking from my laughter. I’m so fucking high that Mike actually came inside me. I feel… strangely complete. When his cock slips out of me, I wince, instantly missing him.

“I can’t believe I just came inside my boyfriend,” he mumbles against my chest.

I bark out a laugh, and Mike raises his head, blue eyes wide, and his face flushed. “Uhm, yeah! I was thinking the same thing.”

Mike gnaws on his bottom lip for a moment as he looks down at me, looking uncertain. “Was that… I mean, was it okay? Are you okay?”

I huff and nod my head. “Are you fucking kidding me? I think I just blew my brains out through my dick, and you ask me if it was okay?” I sigh and reach for his neck, pulling him down until his face hovers over mine.

Mike’s eyes are so full of emotion, and I love how he wanted it to be so good for me.

I give him a quick kiss and murmur against his lips, “You were amazing, babe. You fucked me perfectly.” I press my hand against his beating heart.

“But I knew you would because it’s you. ”

God, the amount of love I have for this man… I have no words.

“The question is, how do you feel about it?” I ask him.

“Den… Fuck, I want so much more. I never thought sex could feel like this. The fucking want and need… God, it was more than I ever expected. Not just the sex, but because it’s you…

the same way you feel about it. It makes it fucking everything.

It drives me crazy. Even when we’re not together, it’s all I think about.

You are all I think about. I want you inside me, too, to feel what you felt tonight. So much.”

Mike sits up, presses a quick kiss to my lips before he removes the condom, ties it off, and tosses it into a corner to throw away later.

Then he grabs the wipes and cleans off my sticky cum that’s now stuck to both of us.

After tossing the used wipes with the condom, he falls onto his side next to me and pulls me close, facing him.

I run my fingers through his sweaty hair, combing back his bangs.

Then I lean forward and kiss him again, still hardly believing Mike’s all mine now.

No more pining. No more wishing. No more fantasizing.

Okay, maybe a lot more fantasizing, because holy fuck, Mike was inside me a minute ago.

“Let’s see if we can catch some shooting stars,” I say.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

We both pull on our shorts, leaving our shirts off, and Mike grabs the extra blanket he brought as we climb out of the tent. I’m instantly hit with cold air after the stifling humidity inside.

“Let me get the fire going,” he says after seeing me shiver.

I nod and wrap the blanket around me as Mike lights kindling under the logs, which we’d already set up.

He reaches inside the cooler and pulls out two cans of beer, handing one to me. I sit on the sand, pop the tab, and take a sip. After taking the blanket from me, he comes to sit behind me, spreading his legs. I lean back against his solid chest, and he drapes the blanket around us.

My head rests against his shoulder, and I stare out at the water, reflecting the moon and starlight. Mike drinks his beer and runs his fingers along my arm with his free hand.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” I say, closing my eyes to his touch. I touch him back, dragging my fingers along his thick thigh.

The fire pops, and embers float up into space.

I’m completely at peace. Everything bad that has happened to me no longer exists.

None of it matters anymore. Only this moment matters as Mike and I sit by the fire after amazing sex, sipping beer, blanketed by starlight, and soothed by the ocean waves.

The surge of love I have for him grows so much that I can hardly breathe.

I want to tell him. I want to tell him I feel the same way I did all those years ago.

I think this is my one perfect moment that I’ll never forget.

I take a sip of beer and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, careful not to spill my drink. With a deep breath, I exhale. “Mike? ”

He nuzzles his nose into my neck, his breath tickling me, pulling a snorting laugh from me, but I don’t push him away. “Yeah, baby?” When I don’t say anything, Mike kisses my temple. “Tell me.”

Here goes nothing. “I feel the same about you as I did before I left for college.” I pull away from him and turn around to face him.

After setting my beer can in the sand, I grab his hand and play with his fingers.

I try to keep my eyes on his, but it’s hard being vulnerable sometimes.

“I love you, Mike. Always have. You’re my everything. ”

Mike tugs me toward him and holds me. “Fuck, Den… I feel it too. I really do. And it’s not just the amazing sex we just had.

It happened before that. But seeing you tonight as we undressed…

I watched you, and you were so beautiful, and I was so nervous.

” His fingers slide along my back, soothing me, and I wrap my arms around his waist, my head pressed against his shoulder.

I’m feeling stupidly sappy right now. “But you made me feel safe and at ease. You’ve always made me feel like that, even in my lowest moments.

You’re my best friend, Den, but you’re so much more than that. I love you, too, baby.”

I snuggle into him, and he wraps his arms around me tightly, bringing the blanket closer around our fronts. “Thank you for taking a chance on me,” I say around a yawn.

“Fuck, baby. If anyone should do any thanking around here, it’s me. You took a chance on me. To trust me after I rejected you and after everything that happened to you? I can’t tell you how grateful I am.”

I press my face to his throat, smelling slightly of sweat, sex, and the ocean, and I kiss him with a stupid-happy smile on my face.

We sit in silence, holding onto each other by the fire, and I soon grow sleepy. Sex does that. So does happiness, apparently.

“Look,” he whispers, pointing at the sky as a meteorite plummets to Earth. “Make a wish, baby.”

“It’s already come true.”

My eyes blink open to darkness, and I reach over for Mike, but the space on his sleeping bag is cold and empty. I sit up and rub my watering eyes after yawning. And there he is, hovering over me, and even in the darkness, I can see him smile.

“Hey, sorry to wake you, but I thought you might want to watch the sunrise come up over the mountains with me,” he says, dragging the backs of his fingers along my cheek.

I close my eyes and lean into his touch. “I’d love to watch that with you.”

“Good. I just started a new fire, and I have coffee brewing. It’s cold, so grab your hoodie. I’ve already got the blanket.”

After running a hand through my wrecked hair and getting in a good stretch, I toss my hoodie on and climb out of the tent.

The air is definitely cold, and I shiver a little.

There’s a slight breeze, too, but it’s clear, with no fog in sight.

On the distant horizon, over the mountains, there’s a touch of orange slowly rising, ready to hide away the stars.

Mike is by the fire, pouring some coffee from the press into mugs. He shakes three sugar packets into mine and stirs them before handing the cup to me.

“Thanks,” I say, taking the mug and wrapping my fingers around it to warm them up, before taking a sip.

After he has his own mug, he sits in the sand. I curl up between his legs as we did last night, and lean against him. Except this time, we face the mountains instead of the water. He wraps the blanket around us and kisses my neck.

“Morning,” he says .

A smile tugs on my mouth. “Morning.”

I take another sip of coffee as we wait for the sun. “That was a night to remember, Mike. I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect setting.” I crane my head back to look at him, and he leans down to kiss me. “I love you,” I say when we pull away.

“I love you, too. So much. Last night was perfect. God, I can’t remember when I’ve felt so at peace, but it’s often like that with you.”

I smile and turn to wait and watch. “I feel the same. It’s like… everything is right in my world. The stars are perfectly aligned. Is that corny? It’s corny.”

Mike chuckles. “It’s not corny at all. If it is, then I’m corny, too.”

I raise my mug to his, and we clink them together. “To corniness.”

He laughs out loud, the sound rumbling on my back. “To corniness.”

He kisses the top of my head before resting his chin on it. The sun slowly inches its way over the mountains, coating the world in an orange and purple glow.

Fucking perfection.