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Melbourne - Sydney

JUSTIN

It’s hard adjusting back to normal life. The holidays are over, and it’s back to school and getting on with my final year. It feels weird. I don’t feel the same. I don’t seem to have anything in common with my classmates anymore. We’re still friends but, I don’t know, I feel kind of… older, different. I'm a little older than most of my classmates anyway - my mum was one of those who believed you should send your girls to school early and your boys late - but also my experiences this past summer have changed me in ways I can’t quite define.

Axel and I exchange emails every couple of days and a few texts each evening, but I can't afford to get distracted from my studies. I miss him a lot. But I have to trust in what we have and I throw myself into study, which fills the days and distracts me from my feelings about our separation. I figure if I put in the extra study time now, it’ll make up for the fortnight’s holiday in April when I won’t go near the books.

On the weekends we Facetime, and my heart does a little happy skip every time his handsome face appears on the screen. But it always hurts when we have to say goodbye, and I feel a bit down after the call has ended. I shouldn’t though. I have a gorgeous boyfriend and so far he’s willing to do the long distance thing. A tiny voice in my brain asks me how long I think that’s gonna last, but I shove that thought away. I don’t want to hear it.

February passes.

Then March.

Before I know it, it’s April and the holidays are here. I have a flight booked to Sydney and Axel is going to pick me up at the airport. If my grandparents think that’s odd, they haven’t said anything.

I can hardly contain my excitement and my nervousness during the flight. There are butterflies in my stomach. I’m so excited I’m going to be seeing my boyfriend in, mmm, less than half an hour now.

Then I have sudden misgivings.

Will it be awkward seeing each other after all this time?

What if it doesn’t feel the same?

There’s been nothing in Axel’s messages or phone calls to suggest anything has changed, but what if he didn’t want to spook me and felt he ought to let me down in person? Surely, he wouldn’t have let me come all this way, only to call it off. Right?

Ugh, where did all this insecurity come from?

I’m nearly sick with nerves and turbulence as the plane bumps its way in for a typical Sydney airport approach. Then we’re on the runway and there’s only a few minutes before we’ll all be hurrying off the plane. The butterflies in my stomach are having a literal party. All with plus ones. I switch my phone back on and send Axel a text.

Landed

The answer pings my phone seconds later.

Waiting for you

I try to steady my nerves, but I fail, and I’m trembling as I grab my bag and walk off the plane.

As I step out of the aerobridge, my eyes fall on Axel immediately, because he’s positioned himself right at the front of the waiting crowd. I don’t have time to think or worry because he scoops me straight into a tight embrace and kisses me smack on the lips. When we break away, I’m blushing and a little embarrassed.

“Dude,” I mumble. “We’re in public.”

“Missed you,” Axel says unrepentantly, crushing me to his side and paying no attention to anyone around us who might or might not be watching. If anyone is casting dirty looks at us, I don’t see it, because when I finally let myself really look at Axel, well, I just can’t look away.

“Missed you too.” I can feel my cheeks almost splitting with the smile I can't contain.

“Suitcase?”

“Nah. Just this,” and I motion to the small backpack in my hand. Axel grabs the bag and slings it over his shoulder and we start talking as he leads me out of the terminal. I delight in the warmth of his arm across my back, the rub of my shoulder against his side, the little flutter in my chest, as Axel steers me towards the carpark, talking all the while.

And just like that, we’re back to how we were. It's as though we've never been apart.

“What time are the family expecting you?” Axel asks me ten minutes later, as we drive out of the carpark and head towards the busy expressway.

“I didn’t really say. I told them sometime this afternoon.”

“Good. Let’s make it late this afternoon.”

I can’t help smiling.

“Okay. Sounds like you have plans. Care to share?”

Axel takes his eyes off the road briefly to give me a hot stare.

“No sharing,” he states flatly.

I open my mouth to protest, and then stop. He’s flirting.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I pretend pout, “sharing is caring.”

He lets out a possessive growl. The sound sends the blood rushing straight to my cock. I’m not sure if it’s because I like being claimed or it’s just such a sexy sound coming from him.

“Will you at least tell me where we’re going?” I ask.

“My place.”

“What about your mum?”

“She’s at work.”

“Oh.” I think I like the sound of these plans that I’m not being told about.

I look across at Axel. A flush has spread across his cheek and he holds the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip, staring intently out the windscreen.

“So that’s the plan then? No sharing and lots of caring?” I ask innocently. Two can play at the flirting game.

Axel swallows and shifts in his seat.

“Yes,” he confirms. “Definitely.” And the look he flashes me leaves me as heated as he looks.

******

It takes way too long to drive to Axel’s house. By the time we pull up outside the familiar blue and yellow cottage, we’re both suffering from a very high level of sexual anticipation. The air in the car must be so high with pheromones, it’s a wonder it doesn’t spontaneously ignite.

We manage the walk up the path to the house more or less like normal people, neither of us looking at the other, walking close enough to feel the other’s body heat but not quite touching.

But when we enter the house, Axel grabs me by the hand and literally drags me to his room, reaching behind him to lock the bedroom door.

He steers me to the bed, and I think he’s going to push me down onto it, but he stills. We stand there looking at each other, the harsh rasps of our heavy breathing dominating the room.

Who moves first? I don’t know. I think it was me but maybe not. We both rush to pull our shirts off, then as my hands move to undo the button of my shorts, Axel puts his hand over mine.

“Let me?” he enquires softly.

“Uh-huh.” I let my hands fall away.

Axel’s hands are trembling as he fumbles with the button and unzips my fly. He pauses, then slips a finger inside each side of the waistband and pulls both shorts and boxers down and off. My fully erect cock springs free slapping my abdomen. I move to kick my shoes off, but Axel doesn’t wait and pushes me backwards onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge and feet still on the floor.

Nudging my thighs apart, he sinks to his knees between them and in one swift movement takes my aching cock in his mouth.

I groan. It’s a relief to feel the wet heat of his mouth around my aching flesh. It’s been so long. And though I might have jerked off to fantasies of this exact thing, nothing beats the reality of his lips around my dick and his teasing tongue laving my shaft.

He sucks my dick like it’s all he lives for, and within minutes I’m reaching the point of no return.

“Not gonna last,” I gasp, desperately trying to stave off my impending orgasm.

Axel just hums, and the vibration tips me over the edge, and before I can warn him, I shoot reams of cum into his mouth, bucking and crying out as I do. Axel sucks me through to the end, until my cock goes soft, then pulls off and licks his lips.

I’ve nearly passed out on the bed with the strength of my orgasm, which is way bigger than anything I’ve been able to achieve alone.

Axel laughs, a soft, low, self-satisfied chuckle, as he takes off my shoes and socks. Then he pulls me up onto the bed and settles me against the pillows. I'm like a rag doll. He lies on his side, watching me, gently running his hands up and down my side.

After a few minutes, I realize something is not right here.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” I protest.

“Mmm. I do. Wanna help me with that?”

Yes, I do, actually. Rolling onto my side, I reach across and undo the button of his shorts and unzip them. He helps push them off, and the boxers go too. I scoot down and position myself between his thighs and take his large cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and very lightly dragging my teeth over the sensitive skin, which sends a shiver through him.

“Too much?” I inquire, letting him go so I can see his face.

“Nah. Don’t stop.” He gives my head a gentle push back down, and this time I take just the crown into my mouth, running my tongue just under it and flicking the frenulum. I suck the head, then run my tongue into his slit and lap at the moisture there. Axel groans, a deep throaty groan, and I wonder if he’s been wanting this as much as I have.

Then I swallow him deep again, and suck him with a steady rhythm until he’s arching beneath me, his muscles going taut, and… I pull off.

Axel groans. “Bastard,” he mutters.

I smile to myself. Then rasp my two front teeth gently up the underside of his shaft.

Axel squirms satisfyingly. “Ah,” he gasps, “do that again.”

I’m happy to oblige, and then after another pleasing groan from Axel, I start sucking him in earnest, bobbing up and down on his cock, spit running down and onto his balls. I roll his balls in my fingers while I suck, and slide a spit covered finger along his taint which elicits another groan.

I feel his muscles tense under me, and then he calls out my name as he spills down my throat.

I swallow his cum eagerly, loving the taste of him. All in all, it’s perfect. I climb back up the bed and he pulls me to him.

“In case you can’t tell,” he murmurs against my lips, “I missed you.”