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Forty-Five

Isaac

M y house is packed to the brim. It feels like I move from one conversation to another all night. If I turn away from one of my brothers, I walk right into a bandmate. And it’s like that for hours.

Jensen stays close all night. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid if I let him out of my sight for a minute, he’s going to slip back out of my life, which is ridiculous. He’s here to stay. I know it.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asks over the sound of music and people talking.

“Just a Dr Pepper,” I reply, making his brow furrow. As he stares at me, I shrug. “I sort of…cut back.”

Which is true. I could feel myself slipping over the last year, indulging in alcohol to escape. Using it to numb the pain. Turning into my father. Quitting has given me some of that power back, and I don’t know if it’s forever or not. I just know…I don’t need alcohol to feel good, especially not in this moment. I’m ecstatic without it.

He kisses my forehead before escaping to the kitchen and coming back a moment later with two sodas in his hands. As I sip my drink, I mentally jot down some lyrics I could use for an upbeat song I’ve been working on.

You take the edge off when you take your clothes off

Chuckling to myself, I laugh at the cheesiness of it. I could still make it work.

During a brief break in conversation, I ease out of my living room and into the bathroom downstairs off the main living room. On my way out, Jensen snatches my wrist in the hallway and presses me against the wall.

He kisses me so hard my knees get weak. God, I’ve missed this.

“What do I have to do to get you to ditch this party and come upstairs with me?” I ask as I pull his weight against me.

“Just ask,” he replies while kissing his way down my jaw.

“Let’s go,” I say without hesitation. He laughs against me before brushing a curl off my forehead. “You earned this party. Stay here and celebrate. I’m not going anywhere.”

Moaning, I pull him closer and kiss the soft skin on the side of his neck.

“Fine.”

He takes my hand and pulls me back into the party. It goes on for at least two more hours. Sadie gets so tipsy she starts a Theo Virgil karaoke contest that is both humiliating and hilarious. I have video blackmail of Adam singing that I will hold on to until I die. Sitting next to Jensen on the couch, we watch everything cuddled close.

It’s past two when the last of the guests finally file out of my house. When I lock the front door, I turn to find Jensen is nowhere to be seen. Heading up to the second floor where my bedroom is, I turn the corner and hear the shower running in the en suite.

As I enter, I smile at him as he prepares the shower for both of us. Well, I assume both of us. I hope he knows I’m not getting in there alone.

It’s so surreal to have him back in my home. There’s a sense of gratitude in my mind alongside the fear. We were so close to losing this. While I’m so grateful beyond words, I acknowledge that there’s a version of us in an alternate reality where I’m mourning him instead of holding him. And my heart breaks for that version of us.

When he sees my gaze turn soft and contemplative, he pulls me into his arms and kisses my cheek. It’s like he can read my mind.

“I’m here,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’ll never be able to undo what I did to you, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, but I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The corner of my mouth lifts as I squeeze him tighter. “Good,” I whisper. “My life is infinitely better with you in it.”

He kisses the side of my head. “Likewise.”

I tug my T-shirt over my head as he pulls off his button-down. We each shed our pants and boxers until we’re both naked. He holds my hand as he pulls me into the shower.

Once we’re under the spray, he kisses me hungrily. His hard body against mine is all I need. He must have had time to work out in the recovery center because his abs are tighter and the soft ring of flesh around his midsection is gone.

The hard length of his cock is pressed against my hip, and a spike of arousal hits me at the sensation. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

“I need you,” I whimper against his mouth.

“Patience, baby.”

He reaches for the soap and starts up a lather in his hands. Then, he proceeds to torture me by working the warm bubbles all over my body. He tenderly massages my shoulders, pecs, and traps, working his fingers into my sore muscles until it feels like I’m melted wax in his hands.

Then he lowers to his knees in front of me. When I look down and see Jensen kneeling with my hard cock jutting out toward his mouth, my lips part and my eyes dilate with arousal.

He soaps up my cock slowly, and it leaks from the tip while I try my hardest not to come. The water sluices down my body, rinsing the soap from my chest and cock. It all feels so good I might lose my mind. Then he massages my balls and I have to press a hand to the shower wall to keep from crumbling to the floor.

“Fuck,” I grit out.

With his soapy hand, he slides his fingers between the crack of my ass to gently massage my rim. I spread my legs a little farther for him and look down to see his tongue out to welcome my cock between his lips.

“Oh, God.”

He takes my length all the way into his mouth as his soapy finger continues to press against the ring of muscle. I try to relax for him and allow him in. As he slips inside, my eyes roll and I let out a guttural moan.

I rest my foot on the shower wall to give him more room as he sucks down my cock and works me open at the same time. His finger thrusts deeper and deeper inside me, adding a second as he goes. I won’t last long. That’s for sure.

His mouth bobs eagerly up and down, taking me deep as he swallows around my cock. Then his fingers hook, hitting my prostate, and I’m a goner.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jensen,” I call out with one hand on the wall and the other gripping his wet hair. I can’t keep my hips from thrusting toward him as my orgasm pummels me hard. I’m drowned in pleasure as I come and come and come.

He doesn’t stop sucking, swallowing down my release while I’m seeing stars and trying not to fall over from the intensity of it.

A bone-deep shiver rolls through me, and he finally pulls his lips from my cock. When he finally stands, I collapse into his arms. He holds me against him as he mumbles in my ear, “Who takes care of you?”

With a wicked grin, I reply, “You, Daddy.”

Laughing, he holds me tighter. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

After our shower, we wrap the towels around our waists, but we don’t bother getting dressed because this night is far from over. I don’t plan on sleeping anytime soon. I have the rest of my life to catch up on sleep. Tonight, I need to reacquaint my body with his. It’s been too long to prioritize sleep over sex.

He’s sitting at the head of my bed, watching the door when I emerge from the bathroom. The only thing he’s wearing is a satisfied grin and a look of pure heat in his eyes. Tearing off my towel, I walk over to him and climb onto his lap, holding his face in my hands.

“What are you going to do now that your tour is over?” he asks.

“I guess work on my next album,” I reply. “And have lots and lots of sex with my hot boyfriend.”

He chuckles, capturing my lips with his.

“You know…” I say as I pull back. My hands are linked around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape. “My offer still stands. For you to…you know…move in. But I mean, if you just want to start with a drawer, that’s fine too. I don’t want to pressure you before you’re ready?—”

Thankfully, he kisses me at that moment to shut me up.

“I do still want to,” he replies. “I thought about it a lot while I was gone.”

“You did?” Excitement courses down my spine. I love the idea that he thought about me at all while he was gone, which is a little ridiculous. Of course he thought about me. “What else did you think about?”

His fingers grip my ass, pulling me closer as he reclines against the pillows. He watches me like I’m his favorite thing to look at, and it makes me hotter than I already am.

Lazily drawing his hands up my thighs and waist, he stares into my eyes. “I thought about you—a lot. I thought about us and the future we could have together.”

My mouth tugs in a crooked smirk. “What do you see?”

Shooting me a look of disbelief, he asks, “This doesn’t freak you out? Talking about us long term.”

“Fuck no,” I snap. “I see you in every vision of my life. That doesn’t scare me. Does it scare you?”

He shakes his head. “It comforts me.”

“Good. Then tell me what you see,” I reply as I lean over him. With our cocks pressed against each other’s between our bodies, mine is already getting hard again.

He takes my hand and kisses my knuckle tenderly. “I see my ring on your finger. I see us in a big house, all our own. I see…kids.”

My brows shoot upward, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. Just imagining the future we could have has me excited to start living it.

“Oh yeah? How many kids do you see?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. As long as they’re ours. We could give them the life they deserve. The parents we always wanted.”

With my forehead pressed against his, I close my eyes. “I like that future a lot.”

“You do?” he asks in a sultry, sexy tone.

He pulls me down for a deeper kiss, licking into my mouth and caressing my tongue with his. Heat gathers at the base of my spine, and I start grinding myself against him.

We’re breathless and ravenous for each other when I pull my mouth away and whisper, “I like any future with you in it. Especially the immediate future where you’re fucking me, please.”

He chuckles against my lips. “I like that one too.”