Page 16 of Julian Shared (Secret Lives of Hot Twinks #2)

Joel

Julian’s out of it for most of the ride home. He’s awake, but his awareness has floated far away. I keep glancing over at him as I drive, reaching out to squeeze his knee or rub his shoulder. To remind him I’m still here with him. To pull him back a little closer to earth.

“You all right?” I ask as we finally pull onto our street. Julian might look ready to slip off into sleep, but I’m wide awake and buzzing with energy.

And hard as hell.

Tonight was…fuck. Tonight was something special.

I’d put it right up there with the night we met and the day we got married.

“Yeah,” Julian answers, but his voice is weak and his gaze is unfocused as he stirs in his seat. He blinks slowly as he peers out the front windshield. “Oh, we’re home already?”

He sounds surprised.

“I said your goodbyes for you before we left,” I reassure him. I know Julian. I know he’ll feel rude for having left like that. Fuck, he’ll probably send all those guys handwritten thank-you cards later. “The guys stayed behind to clean and lock up.”

Buddy knew the best trick for getting come out of felt.

I look over fondly at Julian before pulling into the driveway. After getting fucked, Julian wasn’t in a state fit to do much more than slump into my arms. It was so hot and he did so good. I can’t wait to talk with him about everything, but first I need to get him home safe and sound.

The garage door slides upward and I pull in. I wait until the door is closed before opening the passenger door for Julian. No need to feed the neighbors anything gossip-worthy. Slipping my arms around him, I cradle Julian against my chest, I carry him into the house and up the stairs.

Bridal style. For my perfect little slut and beloved husband.

If we’re going to be serious about this hardcore kinky shit, I’ll plan things out better next time. Get things set up well in advance instead of doing it all on the fly.

Book us a hotel suite or something so Julian can immediately wash up and nap instead of having to zone out during the ride home.

I want to be more than a good partner, lover, and husband for Julian.

I want to be a good dominant for him too.

“All right, love, let’s get you washed up.” I set Julian down gently on the bathroom counter and draw him a bath. One with all the fixings. All those special soaps and scrubs he likes to use to luxuriate in.

And bubbles too.

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“That better?” I ask while I dip my hand into the water up to my wrist to check the temperature. The heat feels pleasant. Not piping hot, but not lukewarm.

“I’m fine, Joel, I promise,” Julian says with a smile as he leans his head back against the rim of the tube, fully stretching out his legs beneath the bubbles until his toes pop out.

I’ve washed him all over. From head to hole.

Doesn’t matter how filthy Julian got, he’s mine and it’s both my duty and honor to take care of him.

“Good, good,” I murmur, my hand still waving through the water as I talk.

I can’t hold this crouched position forever. I might be fit, but I’m no longer young. With a creak in my knee joints and a burn in my thighs, I end up sitting flat on my ass beside the bathtub. “You know you did real good tonight?”

“I know,” Julian replies with a long hum, his swollen mouth forming a quicksilver smirk. The focus is back in his eyes. He looks tired, but his mind is fully back on solid ground.

“Saucy minx,” I chuckle. “So, you liked all that?”

Feels like a redundant question considering how many times I watched Julian come on the cocks of other men, but it’s still important for me to ask. And even more important for Julian to say it. And for me to hear it. I need to know that he enjoyed everything that happened to him.

Because if there was even one moment that wasn’t to his satisfaction, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make up for that.

“Yes. It was…it was perfect,” Julian’s voice cracks at the beginning of the word. It almost doesn’t make it out of his mouth. He suddenly sits up, bubbly water sloshing all over the place as fresh water. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” I reach out for him, coaxing him with comfort but not trying to shush him or stop him. If Julian needs to cry again, he should cry. Let it all out. Say or do whatever he needs to do to free those feelings.

I just try to be there for him through it.

Eventually, the tears on Julian’s cheeks dry and the only water left is the bath water.

“I liked it, Joel, I really liked it. I want to do that again.” Julian leans closer to the edge of the tub, presses our foreheads together for a moment as he speaks. “I want…I want you to share me again. Whenever you want. However you want. With whoever you want. I trust you and I love you.”

Fuck.

And I thought I had my erection under control. I can already feel it swelling back to life. I ignore it for now and press my lips against Julian’s forehead. A tender, gentle kiss to make up for all the night’s roughness.

“I love you too,” I tell him, “and we will. I promise. Think you’re gonna need some time to recover though.”

“And I still want to do the dancing too,” Julian insists with a pointed look. “So let’s not desecrate the community center again.”

“Of course, mi amor,” I chuckle and reach into the water again to take Julian’s hand. “You ready to get out and come to bed? I think my little rose might be turning into a prune.”

Julian laughs and nods his head. I fetch a towel, helping him dry off before picking out his pajamas for him.

We curl up in bed together, cuddling underneath the blankets and breathing heart to heart in the dark. I’m ready to pass out then, but Julian starts to squirm against me. He grinds his pert ass against my groin, encouraging the half-hearted hard-on I’m still sporting.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” Julian asks. “You said if I was a good boy I could have your cock when we got home. Wasn’t I good enough?”

“You were, you were so good for me, but you…shit, Julian. Do you even know how many times you got fucked tonight?”

Some of those guys were barely thirty. Buddy and another one were able to get it up three times for Julian. I don’t know how Julian was able to endure that. I’m still amazed, to be honest.

The power of barely being in your thirties, I guess.

“It doesn’t matter. Please, Joel?” he whispers and it’s more than a question. It’s a desperate plea. I can’t see it in the darkness, but I can physically feel the begging look Julian is giving me right now.

How can I say no to him?

“Fuck, okay,” I groan. “Such an insatiable little slut.”

Julian rolls over onto his belly and I crawl on top of him. There’s nothing complicated about this. It’s easy and familiar. Julian’s soft from his bath and he’s still loose from the bang. I pull down his pants and free myself from my sweats.

All I have to do is lick two of my fingers with a little spit and that’s all it takes for Julian to open up for me.

He practically lets out a purr as I finger-fuck his tenderized hole.

I can feel it quiver around me. I warm him up with a few thrusts of my fingers, but he doesn’t need more preparation and I’m too impatient to tease him.

We’re both tired and ready for sleep. But we just need one more fuck.

One last cock for Julian to be satisfied.

He needs me. He needs his husband.

I suckle and kiss the back of his neck as I enter him, rocking with deep, but slow rolls of my hips. He takes me beautifully. He takes me with little kitten-like sighs and breathy squeals as he begs me to fuck him.

To come in his ass.

“Shit, Julian.” I hiss into his ear as I begin to speed up, eager to give my good boy exactly what he needs. “Listen to that. Back to being the slut you were when I first found you.”

Julian gasps and whimpers against the sheets. He ruts against the mattress and when I slip my hand underneath his body, I find he’s aching hard. As I continue to fuck him, I jack him off.

“You were so desperate for it when we met. Such a slutty, needy boy. Ready for anyone and everyone to bend you over and take what they want. Ain’t that right?”

“Y-yes.” Julian gasps. Because it’s the truth. A truth we ignored for way too long, but now we’ll never forget it. All the sweetness between us isn’t lost, but as my mouth runs away from me it does take on a hard edge as I use Julian’s hole.

Just one more cock and one more load.

No other man got to come inside Julian tonight. But I will. I’m going to paint his insides white. It doesn’t last for long, but when I come, I come hard and Julian’s ass milks every last drop out of me.

I don’t even bother to pull out. I just roll onto my side and take Julian with me, his spine pressed against my chest as I hold him in the afterglow. We talk and the words come as easy as the sex between us.

“I was thinking about getting together with Cameron and finding other guys that are into being a hot twink,” Julian mumbles as I nuzzle my stubble against his neck.

We both linger on the edge of sleep, our bodies exhausted and minds relaxed as we murmur about a dream of Julian’s that won’t stay a dream for long.

“Ah, I see. Like a club of your own?”

“Yes,” I can hear the smile in Julian’s voice, “just like that.”