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You and Me

JUSTIN

Afterwards, Axel takes me back to his house. It’s the first time he’s brought me here. The lights are off when we arrive and we enter the house quietly because it’s likely his mother is upstairs asleep. Although he told me she doesn't mind if he brings people home, it's just polite not to be noisy.

He leads me to his bedroom. It’s a simple room - queen size bed in the middle, a large window opening onto the garden. Moonlight streams in the window and across the bed. A bookshelf sits against the near wall, filled with books but uncluttered on top. There’s a desk in the corner which is a jumble of art pads and art supplies. Interesting. I file it away as something new I’ve learnt about Axel, and it explains why he never scoffed at my interest in drawing. A notepad and pen rest on a laptop pushed to the rear of the desk. I catch a glimpse of a sketch but I can't see what the subject is.

"I'm a graphic designer," Axel tells me when he sees me looking at the untidy desk. "I mainly do freelance work."

I nod. I don't really know what a graphic designer actually does, but that's a discussion for another time.

There’s also a chest of drawers against the wall, and a chair. Nothing else.

"Come here."

Axel pulls me towards the bed, and after taking off our shoes, we climb on top of it. We lie there side by side, with me on my back, and him on his side facing me. We nearly lost each other, and now we’re going to take the time to reconnect and appreciate what we have. And we explore.

He touches me with gentle fingers that run down the side of my face, tracing the curves of my cheek and my jaw. He runs the pad of his thumb softly across my lips. I shiver.

Then he traces down my neck and across my shoulders. I’m still wearing my t-shirt, so I sit up and pull it over my head. Axel does the same with his. I notice that he’s wearing the same neck chain again and I mean to ask him about it. But not right now, we have other more pressing matters to pay attention to. When I lie back down, he continues his way down my body.

As his fingers cruise over my shoulders, and then my pecs, I’m torn between the desire to close my eyes reveling in the tingle of his skin running over mine, and my need to watch the emotions flickering across his face as he touches me. He watches the progress of his fingers with such an intense expression, as though it's vitally important that he maps every part of my body… is this what it's like to be ador ed ?

Then his fingers circle my nipples. He drags his fingernail over one and I gasp.

Axel chuckles, breaking the heavy mood. “Sensitive, are we?” he asks, teasingly, and gives it a tweak.

“Holy fuck!” I can’t help the expletive falling from my mouth. No-one has ever touched me there and I had no idea it was an erogenous zone.

My reaction prompts Axel to lean down and suck my nipple into his mouth.

“Jesus!” My chest and abdomen are rigid, lifting off the bed, and it's hard to breathe. Well, I’m breathing, just shallow and fast. Quiet and calm has just morphed into something a lot more intense.

“You swear a lot when you’re turned on,” observes Axel with a self-satisfied grin.

“I had no idea…” I groan as he continues his attack on my chest.

Now that he has me panting and writhing on the bed, he trails his fingers lower and explores my belly, but I am ticklish and I end up howling with laughter while rolling around on the bed trying to escape.

“You need to settle down or you’ll get hiccups again,” Axel reminds me. It's sweet that he remembers such a small detail about me from over a week ago.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss just below my navel.His lips are warm on the soft skin. Then he looks up at me, dark hair flopping around his face in soft waves, and I’m left breathless by the emotion shining in his dark eyes.

“Come up here,” I beg him, because as much as I love what he’s doing, I want to feel his lips on mine.

He comes to me quickly and we kiss a long, hard, breathless kiss that goes on and on, tongues dancing around each other, rough surfaces rasping and rubbing, plundering and taking. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s an urgent, I-nearly-lost-you kind of kiss, that says, never, ever do that again.

When eventually we break apart - which we have to because love isn’t enough to keep us alive, we need, like, air as well, although at this point that seems almost irrelevant – I say, “My turn.”

"Help yourself," replies Axel, laying back on the bed, arms apart, offering himself to me.

And Axel lets me explore him the same way he did me. I trace my fingers over the hills and valleys of his muscles, from shoulders to abdomen. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, running my hands over a man - this man - his skin warm and alive, the hairs coarse beneath my fingers. My heart is racing, I can feel the pulse fluttering in my neck. I wonder if he notices the slight tremble in my hand as I venture where I'venever gone before.

When I’ve explored my way down to the top of his shorts, I look up at him and ask, “Shorts off?”

For answer, he slides a finger down and removes them, leaving his boxers on. I scramble to do the same. I stroke the bare skin of his lower belly, and then, feeling daring but keeping an eye on his face in case he’s not okay with this, skim my hand down over his boxers and over his package. His half-hard cock firms beneath my hand, and I give an exploratory rub with my palm. Heat flares in my cheeks, hesitancy and excitement warring in my chest.

Axel draws in a ragged breath. His eyes flutter closed, and his head drops back onto the pillow.

He isn’t stopping me.

I stroke him again, more firmly, more confidently as I watch for his response. His cock is fully hard now. His abdominal muscles are taut and quivering, though he’s holding himself very still. I ghost my lips over his erection, and even though the fabric is between us, his heat warms my lips, washes over my face. Still with the boxers in place, I wrap my lips around his crown and suck very softly.

“Ahh,” Axel moans, back arching off the bed. “You don’t have to…”

“Want to,” I murmur. “Wanted to for days. Please?”

The 'please' seems to do it and while he doesn’t say anything, he slips his index finger under the waistband and tugs it down a little. I finish the job, pulling his underwear right off. Then I settle between his legs and before I take him fully in my mouth, I take a long admiring look. I've never been this close to another man's cock before. It's long and thick. The skin looks silky soft, but the shaft is firm. The engorged head is a deep purplish color. It rests against his belly in a thatch of dark hair. His balls are full, hairy and plump and I long to take one in my mouth. But not yet. He looks delicious.

I lick the shaft from root to crown, tease under the head, and run my tongue in circles over it, licking into the hole at the tip. Then I swallow him down, almost to the root, and set to stroking him using my mouth. Axel’s half-gasps let me know how much he’s enjoying this so I keep sucking, settling into a steady rhythm.

Axel’s breathing speeds up and little grunts and moans fall from his lips as he gets more and more excited. He thrusts into my mouth a little and I get the sense that he’s trying to hold back but it’s difficult. I keep pace with his thrusts but when the thrusts are coming fast enough and his groans are loud enough that I think he’s close to coming, I pull off.

Axel whimpers in protest. And then groans as I take one of his balls completely in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue, while I gently tug the other one with my fingers.

“Oh, fuck ,” he moans raggedly.

I swap over, and when I’ve sucked on both balls, I go back to sucking his dick. The tempo of his thrusts changes as he approaches climax, the thrusts are still small as he tries not to make me gag, but they speed up and then the rhythm starts to stutter. He’s about to lose control and I love that I’ve done this to him.

“Gonna come…” he warns, but I’m not interested in pulling off. I want his cum. I want him to explode in my mouth and I want to swallow his load. I want to taste him. His hard cock fills my mouth and I love being like this with him. His muscles tense and his body goes rigid. And then I feel the hot spurt of cum across my tongue, and taste the bitter, salty essence of him as I swallow him down, and it’s perfect.

******

“Oh, my god. You are amazing.”

Axel is sprawled on the bed, totally wiped out.

“Really?” I ask. I am pretty pleased with myself. It’s the first blowjob I’ve ever given, so I’m both relieved and proud that Axel enjoyed it.

“Yes! My god, you have no idea,” he whispers. “That was fantastic.”

Then he eyes me speculatively.

“Um, so maybe you’re a bit more experienced than I thought you were?”

I blush. Nothing but honesty.

“No. That was… the first time,” I admit.

Axel gives me a penetrating look with those striking brown eyes of his. For a minute he says nothing, then he shakes his head as if he’s not sure he believes me.

He pulls me on top of him and licks the outline of my lips, and we start kissing again. Axel puts his hands on my ass and presses me hard against him. My hard dick presses into his belly. His hand slides between us, inside my boxers, and he wraps my cock in his long fingers and gives a couple of slow strokes. A low groan escapes my kiss-bruised lips as I press into his hand, seeking more pressure, and thrust my hips upwards. Axel pulls his hand away.

“Take your boxers off,” he instructs, his voice firmer than usual, “and sit on the end of the bed.”

His demanding tone sends a tingle down my spine and I shiver in anticipation as I drop my boxers on the floor and settle myself on the end of the bed. I’m trembling, excited for whatever he’s going to do.

Axel gets up and comes to stand in front of me. He nudges my legs apart, and when I let them fall open, he shocks me by sinking to his knees between them.

He softly strokes my inner thighs with his fingers while I watch him in fascination, my thighs quivering. He is mouth-watering, his muscular chest naked in front of me, skin smooth and tanned, and nipples with dark areolas. Dark brown wavy hair, sunbleached into a myriad of golden colors from hours in the surf, frames his face, and he looks sweaty and disheveled. His tanned cheeks are tinged pink and his pupils are blown wide.

“May I?” he asks me, eyes fixed on mine. I find it incredibly sexy how he alternates between dominance and gently seeking consent.

“Yes,” I whisper on an exhale. With you, for you, anything.

And I wonder, how have I fallen this far?

The truth is, when you fall for the very first time, you fall all the way.

Axel takes my cock in his hand and strokes it a couple of times before lowering his mouth and swiping his tongue over the crown. Pre-cum oozes from the tip, and I’m already so turned on I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself by coming before he even gets going.

I grit my teeth and try to stay in control.

Axel takes me fully into his mouth, but he’s in no hurry and he sucks me slowly and lazily, maintaining eye-contact the whole time. The visual impact of Axel on his knees between my thighs, with my straining cock in his mouth is almost too much. I’m ashamed of the whimper that comes out of my throat. My hips give a small thrust and I try to hold still but it’s hard.

Axel lets my cock slip from his mouth.

“Fuck my mouth,” he urges me. “I can take it.”

I moan at the dirtiness of his words, and when he takes me into the warm heat of his mouth again, I surrender and start thrusting as he sucks. His dark head bobs up and down as he works me, and my thrusts grow harder, deeper, faster. I can't think over the pounding in my ears, the thudding in my chest. I can only feel, my mind spiraling away as I lose myself to the sensations he's heaping upon me. I pant, moaning shamelessly as he takes me deep, time and time again, until my rhythm starts to falter, I feel the inevitability as my orgasm rushes towards me like a freight train.

“Coming,” I warn him urgently, but he doesn’t pull off, just keeps on sucking while I shatter and come hard, shooting long spurts of cum in his mouth. He swallows down my entire load.

I collapse in a trembling boneless heap on the mattress, while Axel licks me clean.

“Oh my god, you’re so responsive,” he says, getting up onto the mattress with me and pressing his lips to mine. I taste myself on his lips, and I shiver.

“And you’re so good at that…” I gasp, when he releases my mouth. I feel completely out of it, awash with endorphins and floating away on a cloud of pleasure.

“Come up here.” I'm pretty sure he's sucked all the energy out of me and I can't move, but Axel helps me further up the bed until my head is on the pillow. Then he pulls the quilt over us and lies behind me, spooning me, with his head on the pillow beside mine and his arm around my waist holding me close.

He nuzzles the back of my neck just below the hairline and drops a few kisses there.

“You’re amazing,” I murmur, moments before I fall into a deep, exhausted sleep.

******

When I wake, the sky is already starting to pale with the imminent dawn. A couple of birds call. I’m warm and peaceful and…

“Oh shit!”

I sit bolt upright, shedding sleep in alarm. Beside me, Axel stirs.

He blinks at me sleepily.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“It’s morning! I should be home.”

Axel rolls over, picks up his phone and checks the time.

“It’s 4.30,” he murmurs, still half-asleep. “That’s not morning. It’s still night. Come back to bed.”

He moves to pull me to him. I resist.

“Axel, I have to get home,” I say urgently.

“What? Why?” he says drowsily. And then, his eyes open wide as he wakes up properly and suddenly registers our situation.

“Oh fuck. I forgot. You’re expected home at night, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“I’m sorry,” he says, sitting up, the quilt dropping to his lap and his magnificent abs on display. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me.

“I really do forget your age,” he murmurs against my lips.

I take that as a compliment and a sign that this thing between us can be real, but I’m worried about my grandparents finding out I didn’t come home. That will lead to questions… and I don’t want to have to lie, but the truth is not an option either.

I scramble out of bed and pull on some clothes. Axel does too, though he does it with more grace than I do, and with less of the panicked gazelle and whites-of-the-eyes approach than I’ve taken.

He checks he’s got his keys and we exit his room.

And freeze.

Axel’s mother is on the couch in the living room. She’s wide awake, a mug in her hand, the rich scent of brewed coffee in the air.

This is awkward.

She looks at me. Then she looks at Axel. She has a strange look on her face, and I don’t know her well enough to decipher it. But Axel has told me she’s cool with him having people stay over. Just maybe, not her husband’s employer’s grandson?

“Hi Mum,” Axel says, after a brief hesitation.

“Good morning, Axel,” she says, with emphasis on the ‘morning’. Then she looks at me and nods, “Justin.”

“Um, hi,” I stammer.

“I’m just dropping Justin home,” Axel tells her, heading for the door.

“I’ll talk to you when you get back,” she says.

Axel and I don’t look at each other until we reach the safety of his car.

Then we burst into fits of laughter. Then sober.

“That was embarrassing,” I tell him.

“Sorry,” he says, looking a bit chagrined.

“I thought you said your mum was cool with you, you know, having guys over?”

“Yeah, she is. Usually. I’ll talk to her when I get home.”

Then a horrible thought occurs to me.

“Um, Axel. She won’t say anything, will she? To my grandparents, I mean.”

“No, she wouldn’t do anything like that. She’s got a gay son, she knows you can’t assume that someone is out, or even if they are, that they’re out to everyone.”

I’m still worried, and it must show on my face, because Axel gives my thigh a reassuring squeeze, “If it makes you feel better, I’ll tell her you’re not out yet. She won’t out you, no matter what she feels about you staying over.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you think your grandparents will be up yet?”

“I don’t know. They usually get up around 6am, I think. Unless they can’t sleep.”

“Let’s hope they haven’t broken their routine today then.”

"Why does your mum even get up so early? I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her!"

"Oh, she does yoga on the beach at sunrise several days a week. It must be one of those days," Axel tells me as he pulls into my grandparents' driveway. "I'd forgotten about that. But seriously, it's not a problem. I'm allowed to have anyone I want stay over."

"Just so long as she doesn't say anything..." I frown.

“Don't worry, she won't. Want me to drive down to the house?” he asks.

“No. The sound of the car might wake them. And anyway, I want to be able to say goodbye properly.”

Axel puts the transmission in Park and turns the engine off. Undoing my seatbelt, I climb up on the seat and throw a leg over him, straddling him. Our faces are close enough for our noses to bump and I search his eyes. I see nothing but happiness and affection.

Leaning in, I close the gap and softly press my lips to his, which respond to my silent request and open for me. My tongue licks into his mouth, and we share the taste of each other, breathe the same air, and I try to show him with my kiss how much he means to me.

When we break apart, we’re both panting, and yes, we’re both hard. Axel slides his hand over my crotch.

“Think of me when you take care of this?”

“Of course.”

Reluctantly, and a few kisses later, I head down the drive. I enter the house quietly using my front door key. No-one is stirring. With a sigh of relief, I make it to my room without alerting anyone to my late arrival home, and I tumble into bed.

I have a ton of beautiful memories that make me smile as I remember everything that has happened over the last few hours. I’m ridiculously happy and I’ve never been so excited for the future as I am right now.

I slide my hand into my boxers and think of Axel as I comply with his last request, and then drift off to sleep with a smile on my lips.