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Wodonga – Next Morning

AXEL

I wake in the very early morning, starving because we didn’t eat dinner before falling asleep last night. Beside me, Justin is still asleep, curled up against my side. Even though it’s something out of my control, I feel ashamed that my mother was a part of the conspiracy to isolate Justin, forcing him to endure the horrors that he did for the last months. I wonder how much she knew about what was happening. Not that it changes her culpability much, but if she knew about the whole gay conversion thing and went along with it… well, what does that say? What does that tell me about her relationship with me too?

Justin can’t have been sleeping deeply, because when I sigh, he rolls over, the mattress shifting beneath us.

“What’s up?” he asks me, as if he hasn’t a clue.

“Just thinking,” I say. “I can’t believe my mother did that. I…”

Justin shuts me up by leaning over and pressing his lips to mine.

“Let’s not spoil our morning together,” he murmurs. “While it’s just you and me…” he trails off, and I realize he’s probably trying not to think about the coming weeks. I wonder if I should even be leaving him in Melbourne.

Justin has a determined expression on his face. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard and takes a deep breath. He looks a little conflicted.

“Are you…” I start, but he silences me with a wave of his hand.

“I want to try something,” he gulps. “I want to take control of my life.”

Before I can ask him what he means, he climbs on top of me. My dick is quick to respond, rapidly going hard, and I forget about words. Justin thrusts his hips and our cocks rub together. His hair tumbles around his face as he moves, and he has an expression of fierce concentration on his face. My heart swells just looking at him.

Then he slides down and positions himself between my legs, and his warm wet mouth opens and slides over my swollen cock.

I grunt and throw my head back deeper into the pillows. I want to watch him, but the sensations his sensual lips are bestowing on my cock are too much and my eyes shut of their own volition.

He sucks me and strokes me and plays with my balls until I’m quivering and gasping and dangerously close to my release. Then his fingers slip behind my balls, playing with the sensitive skin there and then there’s no holding back and I come in his mouth. Justin swallows it all down and licks his lips to catch any stray drops.

“S-s-sorry,” I stutter, out of breath and still out of my mind. “I should have warned you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Justin replies with a grin. “You didn’t catch me by surprise. And I wanted it. Besides, I was hungry. I think you just fed me…”

“Idiot!” I pretend to cuff the side of his head, but I’m exhausted now, and I’m happy that he’s joking and silly about sex. I know his mood could change on a dime, but right now he’s relaxed and in a good headspace. While it lasts, I want to make him feel good.

“Let me take care of you.”

I pull him up and roll him onto his back and wrap my hand around his dick which is hard and totally begging for relief if the fluid leaking from his slit is any indication. I stroke him slowly and gently at first, loving the feel of the silky skin contrasting with the hardness beneath. Touching him is so much better than touching myself. I could do this all day.

“Hurry up,” Justin groans in protest at my leisurely pace. I don’t want to hurry. I want to admire him and worship him, with my eyes and my lips and my body. Right here, right now, he’s mine and there’s nothing they’ve done or that they can do that changes that. Justin and I are bound together by the invisible ties that bind us to the one we love. He’s already proven that by overcoming so much to be here with me.

But I don’t want to torture him, even if it’s a delicious torture, so I pick up the pace, and before long he’s sobbing and begging and then finally, shouting as he finds his release.