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“I’m not though. A good boy,” he said in a confession that surprised himself.

“Yeah. You are Jovian,” Dixon whispered before he kissed him. “You are for me.”

It was true. He wanted to be the best boyfriend Dixon could ever want. He lay down to watch Dixon lube the condom and then he fingered the lube up Jovian’s ass so gently, so sweetly, Jovian felt like crying all over again.

Jovian hadn’t cried so much in his life, but then again, he’d refused his own emotions for years.

When Dixon was on the bed, he wrapped Jovian into one arm as he pushed into Jovian’s ass gently, slowly, and his eyes never left Jovian’s.

Deeper Dixon went as his lips planted kisses on Jovian’s mouth, his cheeks, his jaw…

“You’re so tight, baby boy.”

“Is that good?” he grunted.

“It’s great, but only if you aren’t hurting too bad.”

Jovian was stretched wider than he could recall being, but he could take it. He was a size queen, after all. “I’m good. I’m okay.”

“You’re such a good boy for me, Jovian. So beautiful and good.”

Never in his life had anyone called him a good boy. In fact, not even his mother had used that exact term. Because, well, he wasn’t a good boy. He was a spoiled brat, one that wore that proudly until he’d met Dixon.

“Dixon,” he whispered as Dixon’s cock was fully inside him. “Promise that this isn’t…what you said at the picnic.”

“I already told you it wasn’t. I want you to feel good, that’s all.”

Jovian nodded fast and then brought Dixon down so he could hug him tightly. “I’m not always gonna be a good boy, you know.”

“I know,” Dixon whispered roughly in his ear. “When that time comes, I’ll deal with it my own special way.”

That not only aroused him, but he was terribly curious, too. “Your own special way?”

“Shh, now, baby. Don’t make me get the T-shirt again. I’m fucking you right now.”

Jovian giggled a little, but that didn’t last. He thought Dixon was all the way inside him, but he was wrong. That last inch was punched up his ass in one solid thrust, and Jovian saw stars.

With his back arching, Jovian let out a long, high whine.

Then Dixon slowly moved his hips, causing his cock to do wonderful things to Jovian’s hole.

It wasn’t just in and out for Dixon. Oh hell no. The man had more skills than being the rugged outdoorsman Jovian was learning. Rounding his hips like he was dancing to some salsa music, and he never wavered in his deep, succulent kissing.

Oh, damn, Jovian was in heaven. Dixon had said that he wanted to make Jovian feel good, but Jovian never imagined he could feel that good. Everything else was gone, and only Dixon loomed there, over everything, everyone, and he was the only thing on Jovian’s mind.

He was big, but once Jovian had adjusted, he loved it.

That thick cock, stretching him, unable to keep from rubbing hard over his G-spot, sending ripples of intense arousal through him.

When the kisses stopped on and off, Jovian looked up to see Dixon staring down at him.

No, it was leering. Dixon was leering at him, lusting for him, and that made Jovian feel even better than the fucking.

Who didn’t want a guy like Cherokee Dixon to lust after them?

Who didn’t want to feel that big cock and see those icy eyes locked onto theirs?

Well, as far as Jovian was concerned, it didn’t matter who else wanted the man.

“I’m yours if you’re mine,” he whispered and almost choked on the words, realizing what he was saying.

Dixon never even slowed, but kissed him and said, “Oh, baby, you’re mine, and that makes me yours.”

Elated. He was elated. And most definitely in love.

Though, that would remain unsaid for the time being.

When Dixon sped his thrusts, he bit Jovian’s lip briefly, then order, “Start getting ready to come, Jovian. I want you to come, baby.”

Jovian couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, because he was about to come. He was losing his mind with the feelings Dixon gave him so easily. Dixon hadn’t even broken a sweat, and Jovian was ready to claw deep craters down the man’s muscled back.

“I…I…”

“Shhh, shut up and come, now, baby.”

He did. Like his body reacted only to Dixon’s voice, he came so hard he was close to blacking out.

He clenched so hard he thought he’d turn into a statue, but then, when the orgasm waned and he could breathe again, he relaxed so fully into the bed; he didn’t think he could ever move again.

Dixon moved off him, letting his legs drop limply to the bed while Dixon chuckled.

“You okay, there, Jovian?” he panted.

“I’m dead. You murdered my ass. Literally.”

“Good.”

He laughed a freeing laugh and said, “That’s not sympathy.”

“Wasn’t supposed to be.”

Jovian did move, finally, onto his side as he laid a hand over Dixon’s rapidly thrumming heart. “Did…did you…like, you know, enjoy it?”

Dixon caressed his cheek sweetly. “You really are an insecure little thing. Of course, I enjoyed it. You were wonderful. You milked my cock so good with your ass.”

“Ahh! Enough! I don’t want to get started again yet.”

“No, not yet. I’m not nineteen anymore. I will make us some more tea, though, and maybe a snack?”

“Snack! Ok, yeah, definitely.”

When Dixon got off the bed and walked across the room…so beautifully naked, Jovian watched as his mouth filled with saliva.

The man was so hot, and his booty…pure fire. Muscled like the rest of him, round, like a peach. The emoji was made just for Dixon’s ass.

He finally scooted up when Dixon came back with a tray in his hands. “I figured water for now and I’d make tea later.”

“Water’s good. Water is life.”

“Lord.”

Jovian downed one glass and eyed Dixon’s. Dixon handed it over and Jovian slammed that too, then started in on the cookies that were sitting so prettily on a thick stoneware plate on the wooden tray.

They tasted nothing like any cookie he’d ever had. They were delicious, but nothing like he remembered eating. “What is this?”

“Stone cut oatmeal soaked in orange juice and honey, then baked with acorns and sunflower seeds.”

“No chocolate chips? Why do I taste chocolate?”

“Good pallet. The oats, when soaked and baked, and with a little orange rind added for the bitterness, taste a lot like chocolate.”

“So, this is like totally healthy?”

“Yes, it surely is totally healthy,” Dixon said while grabbing one cookie for himself.

Jovian leaned over on him while he chewed, and that was the moment Dixon chose to ask, “That…that was just fuck-talk, or did you mean it?”

“What?”

He wasn’t playing. He truly didn’t remember what he’d said.

“Me being yours, you being mine.”

Jovian swallowed the bite of cookie before he choked on it, and said, “Oh. That. I mean…yeah, I meant it, but…did…did you?”

“Yeah. Jovian, you’ll need to know one thing about me. I don’t lie. I don’t play around, especially with things like that.”

Just like his friends had said. “No games. Like that?”

“Exactly like that. If you want someone to play games with, then I’ll bid you farewell and you can go.”

“I don’t. I mean, I don’t, now, but I don’t know about real relationships, you know, without the games.”

“I see. Well, are you willing to learn?”

Jovian smiled suddenly, before he knew he would. “Hell, yes! With you, yes.”

“Good.”

“So, you meant it too?”

“I said I did!”

They laughed and then, after eating, they fucked again, and it was even better the second time. He fell asleep in Dixon’s arms, and it felt right. It may have been the first time he’d ever felt right.