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Forty-Six

Jensen

T he feel of Isaac’s naked body in my hands is heaven. His kiss, his skin, his mouth, all heaven. Almost as good as the prospect of getting to spend the rest of my life with him.

He grinds against me eagerly as my mouth traces its way down to his neck, sucking and nibbling on his skin just to hear him whimper and feel him tremble.

“Get the lube,” I mumble against his throat.

Without leaving my lap, he reaches into his nightstand drawer and pulls out the bottle. Passing it back to me, he collapses back into my arms, letting his lips travel down my throat and across my collarbone.

The angle is awkward, but I manage to coat my fingers and reach behind him to prep him for my cock.

“I’m ready,” he mutters eagerly against my lips.

“No, you’re not. I will not hurt you.”

He lets out a petulant sigh, and I smile at the idea of Isaac being a little brat. It makes the moments when he obeys and submits that much more rewarding. He doesn’t fuss anymore as I work him open. He melts into my arms, moaning against my chest as my fingers thrust inside him.

My own cock is lying neglected on my belly, but I know the moment I’m inside him, it will be a struggle to keep from coming too soon. I’ve waited so long for this. I didn’t touch myself while I was in the center. I wanted to have this moment to look forward to. I wanted Isaac to be the reward in more ways than one.

“Please, Daddy,” he rasps playfully against my earlobe. He likes to use that pet name as a joke, but I also see how much he genuinely likes it. Isaac wants me to be the man who takes care of him, and I am more than happy to oblige. This is what I was born for. To please and love him more than anyone.

“Lift up,” I say as I reach for the lube and apply a generous amount to my cock. The moment I start slathering it up, my muscles tense and my climax creeps closer. “I’m not going to last long, baby. So I hope you’re up for another round when I’m done.”

“I don’t want to sleep a wink all night,” he replies.

Isaac eagerly takes my cock in his hand and guides it toward his ass while he slowly sits back.

“Easy, baby,” I say, trying to slow him down, but it’s no use. He’s too impatient for it. My cock breaches the ring of muscle as he slides down as far as he can go. The moment his ass swallows my cock, my back arches and I struggle to maintain my composure.

But Isaac isn’t interested in taking anything slow tonight. He starts moving without hesitation, bouncing and grinding his hips on top of me to chase his own pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter with my head hanging back. He feels so good, all tight and warm and perfect. I manage to hold out longer than I expect to.

Isaac’s eyes find mine as he moves on top of me. My fingers dig into his hips while his claw at my chest. I can’t breathe or move or speak. I’m being swept up in a landslide of pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he cries out as he moves. His cock bounces with his body, so I reach up and squeeze it in my fist. He lets out a whimpering sound, and it sends me over the edge.

“I’m coming,” I say before the wind is knocked out of me by a torrential wave of euphoria.

“Fill me up,” he says with a raspy growl as he continues to bounce on my cock. The sensation steals my breath as I drive my hips upward into Isaac. My cock pulses as my balls empty inside him. Judging by the length and intensity of the orgasm, I know it’s a lot. The idea of my cum leaking out of him only adds to the pleasure of my climax.

My body collapses against the bed. I’m still buried deep inside him as he replaces my hand with his and strokes his cock with vigor while staring into my eyes.

It only takes him a moment before his own climax hits him for the second time tonight. He groans loudly with what’s left of his voice after a long night of performing. Warm, wet jets of his release land on my chest. I wear them like a badge of honor.

When he eventually lifts up, I make him do it slowly so I can watch it drip down his leg.

“I know we should clean up, but I don’t want to,” I say as I grin lazily up at him.

“You want to just lie in bed and cover each other with cum?”

I pretend to contemplate this. “Yeah, I think I do.”

He falls onto his back beside me and stares up at the ceiling. “Fine. Give me fifteen minutes.”

The sun blazes through the crevice between the curtains in Isaac’s room. I know it’s long been up because it was rising by the time Isaac and I fell asleep.

I’ve never fucked so much in my life. Before last night, I didn’t even know I was capable of three orgasms in one session, but he proved it to me. My muscles feel like gelatin when I roll over in the bed and spoon my body around his.

He gently stirs as I kiss the back of his neck.

“What time is it?” he murmurs sleepily.

“Doesn’t matter.”

Isaac lets out a humming sound as he falls back to sleep. Seeing him so content and comfortable is all I need. I plant a kiss on his cheek before getting out of bed. I slip on a pair of his boxer briefs because he loves it so much, and because I don’t have any here, yet .

I take my phone and head downstairs. I brew a pot of coffee while watching the footage of our kiss last night from nearly every angle in the stadium. I don’t even see the trolls in the comments, although they’re there. I’m too focused on all of the kind comments. People were ready to see love displayed like this. They needed it.

Fearless, shameless, proud, uninhibited love. Regardless of gender, age or background. Just love.

It dawns on me that somewhere, Derek is seeing this, and his reaction to it doesn’t affect me at all. He could try and retaliate, but there’s nothing he could do that could hurt me now. Tarnish my name. Take my job. Spread lies and rumors. I don’t care.

I was afraid for so long of letting this happen that I never bothered to look on the other side and see how free I could feel. I would have lived in that closet forever because I was terrified of what the church would say or how my life would change. I had no idea it could be this good.

I finally asked God for strength I should have begged for ages ago. If I had listened to him, rather than all of them, I would have known in my youth that God’s love is unconditional. That is what we preach because that is what we feel. That is what we know.

Everything else is just noise.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and I take it to the back patio. Sitting outside, I close my eyes and I say a silent prayer in my mind. It’s nothing eloquent. Just a moment of gratitude. For this life. For this love. For this mercy.

“Oh, Abigail can FaceTime me now, and she likes to FaceTime when she’s supposed to be asleep in bed, so that’s been fun. I won’t tell on her, of course.”

I chuckle as I lean back on the couch with my feet in Isaac’s lap. He’s reading me updates from the note app on his phone.

“What do you guys talk about?”

He shrugs. “She mostly tells me about the drama in her class, but it’s third-grade drama, which is cute.”

“That is cute.”

“And Lola started dating a new guy. He’s Italian and very handsome, but he lives in New York, so she has to do the long-distance thing for a while.”

“Well, now that the tour is over, she can go there.”

“Psh. She won’t travel anywhere alone. She’s going to make that man come to her.”

“Good for her,” I reply.

He scrolls his app, but instead of telling me another thing from the list, he sets it down and looks at me. I can feel the intensity of his gaze on my face, and I know by that look that he wants to talk about something serious.

I pull my feet from his lap and turn to face him. It’s not like Isaac to want to talk about anything heavy.

“That was the worst day of my life, Jensen.”

My heart splinters down the middle, and the pain of it is sharp and intense.

“I’m so sorry, Isaac.” I reach for his hand and press my lips to the back.

“I don’t want you to feel bad,” he whispers in response. “I just…want to make sure I’m there for you the next time…”

Lifting my head, I stare into his eyes to make sure he grasps the weight of my words. “It’s not up to you, babe. It’s up to me. And I hope you trust that I’m going to take care of myself now. I’m going to see a therapist. I never want to feel that way again.”

“It’s not fucking fair,” he says with disdain on his face. “You never should have…”

“It doesn’t matter now,” I say, wanting to ease his worries.

“Yes, it does.”

Pulling his face toward me, I look into his eyes as I stroke his cheek. “All that matters right now is everything in this room. I’m alive. You’re alive. No one can hurt us. Not your dad. Not that pastor.”

He nods before resting his forehead on my shoulder. “I love you.”

I gather him closer, feeling his breath on the pulse in my neck. The cadence echoes, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive . And while Isaac is right, it’s not fair. None of this is, but where they attack us with hate, we will fight back with love. Because we are stronger and more resilient, and even against the strongest storms of injustice, we will prevail.

Love always does.