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Together

JUSTIN

I wake to sunshine, the caroling of magpies, and a warm body beside me. For a minute I lie still, remembering where I am.

A strong arm slips around my shoulders and pulls me close. I breathe in Axel’s familiar scent. It’s soothing. We’ve found our way back to each other. We’ve hurt each other, and our hearts carry a few more scars than before, but we’re here now.

I press a kiss to the nearest bit of skin, which is Axel’s chest, and he runs his hand through my hair. With my head cushioned against his chest, he can probably feel my smile. And with the way our lower bodies are pressed up against each other, he can probably feel the morning wood I’m sporting. When I shift my thigh across his hips, I notice he’s in a similar state.

Surprised he hasn’t made a move to do anything about it, I look up. And frown. Axel looks unsure of himself.

“What’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath, opens his mouth as if to speak, but then reconsiders.

“Axel?”

He sighs. “I, ah, wasn’t sure you’d want to do anything after,” he shrugs, looking away, “last night.”

Oh, right. Jordy.

Now it’s my turn to sigh. “I won’t lie. I hate that it happened. But… well, I guess I understand.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s done. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Okay.”

“But I could do with a distraction.”

A pause.

“I can help with that. May I?”

“Please.”

Axel slides down the bed. I think he’s going to go straight for my cock, but instead he nibbles and licks around my hips and slides his tongue down the crease between my pelvis and thighs. He’s teasing me. Or enjoying me. Maybe both.

Finally, he runs his tongue over the crown of my straining dick. A shudder runs through me. He sucks me into his mouth and takes me deep. My hips lift off the bed automatically, and he hums approvingly. He bobs his head up and down, sucking and running his tongue on the underneath of my shaft. Then he breaks off and flings the bedcovers away.

I whimper as the cold air hits my wet dick.

He leans over me, stretching to reach the top drawer of the bedside table. He does nothing to prevent his own erection from rubbing across my belly, pressing into me and leaving a wet stripe, as he rummages in the drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube.

Before going back down again, he pulls himself up and gives me a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, followed by a heated look, then he resumes his work on my cock which is desperate for more attention. The pre-cum is leaking freely, and it won’t take much to make me come. When his slicked-up hand finds its way between my legs, runs along my taint, and a finger lazily circles my hole, I bite my lip hard and struggle to maintain control. I don’t wantthis to end too soon.

He adds more lube and his finger presses against me, then slides in, my body stretching greedily to accommodate him. The sensation is… wonderful. I’ve missed him so much. And now we’re here and he’s doing this, and suddenly it’s two fingers. I’m feeling full and stretched and when he crooks his fingers and thrusts against the spot and takes my swollen cock in his mouth at the same time, there’s no hope for me.

I buck as an unearthly groan escapes my throat, and what feels like streams of cum shoot into his mouth before I can warn him. Axel swallows everything and sucks me through my orgasm, until I’m lying helpless and sated on the mattress, completely wrung out and unable to move.

“Fuck.” I mumble. I know I should be doing something to take care of Axel, but I’m too boneless to move right now. “Give… give me a minute.”

Axel laughs, a soft, low, self-satisfied chuckle, as he slides his warm body over mine.

“Think you need more than a minute. But,” he’s arranging the covers over us and the pillow under my head, “we have all the minutes in the world.” And he kisses my cheek.

After the world stops spinning and my head begins to clear, I slide my hand down and find his cock which is still rock hard. I close my fingers around it and stroke gently. My hand is too dry for this to be comfortable for him.

“Where’s the lube?” I ask.

Axel feels around with his hand, then nudges something up the bed with his leg.

“Here.”

I squeeze some into my palm and go back to stroking him. He thrusts into my hand. He feels so good in my hand, but I want to be closer.

“Axel?”

“Yeah,” the word barely scrapes past his lips.

“Would you… I want you to fuck me.”

Silence.

“Please,” I add.

Axel chuckles, but it’s a ragged sound.

“So polite,” he says and I’m afraid he’s going to ask me if I’m sure. But he rolls away to the bedside table, pulls out lube and condoms and throws them on the bed. I’m glad that he doesn’t question that I’m ready, that he accepts I know my own mind on this. There’s nothing more that therapy can do for me right now. There will be difficult days ahead, I’m sure, but it’s time to get on with living. And I need the love - both emotional and physical - this beautiful man can give me.

“Get your ass up here,” he pats the bed beside him and I shimmy further up the bed.

“Lie on your back,” he instructs. I’m surprised, because this isn’t how I’d thought it would be done.

“I want to see your face while I’m inside you,” he explains, gently.

When I lie on my back, he slips a pillow under my hips and places my feet down flat on the bed. I hear the lube bottle open, and a moment later he presses a lubed finger against my hole. I suck in a breath, but then will myself to relax, as he slowly presses inside. There’s barely any burn, because I’ve already been slightly used this morning, and my body readily accommodates the invasion. He fucks me with his finger and I moan, pressing down. I can never get enough of this. And I want more.

Axel adds more lube and easily works a second finger in. Again my body accepts him, and this time when he finger-fucks me, he hits my prostate, making me cry out. It’s wonderful, but more, I need more. I want his dick, and I want it inside me now.

“Please,” I grind out between clenched teeth. Sweat is forming on my forehead.

Axel goes for a third finger, and oh, that’s a real stretch, but he takes it slowly and we get there. But almost immediately he withdraws his fingers completely. The empty feeling inside makes me whimper.

There’s the crinkle of a condom wrapper opening, and a moment later, Axel hitches one of my legs up over his shoulder, lines up his lubed and sheathed cock with my hole, and gently presses in.

“Breathe,” he coaches me.

As I breath out, I relax and he pushes in slowly. He maintains the gentle pressure and as my body relaxes to accept him, slides in all the way. Then he stills, giving me time to accommodate to the sensation of fullness.

“Are you okay?” Axel asks me, looking me right in the eyes.

“Yes,” I gasp.

He rocks his hips a little, thrusting gently. “This okay?” he checks, eyes never leaving mine.

“So good,” I assure him, though it’s a strain to get the words out.

After that, he starts to fuck me in earnest, thrusting all the way in and almost all the way out, never taking his eyes off my face and watching for the slightest sign it’s too much. But it isn’t. I want this. I want him. And I want him to fuck me hard. I think we've earned this.

“More,” I plead.

Axel thrusts faster and harder. Perspiration runs down the side of his face and he grunts as he pushes into me. I feel his balls hitting my ass and hear the slap of skin on skin, as he fucks me hard until I almost can’t take any more. He groans and his rhythm stutters and he stills as he spills his seed inside me.

The world stands still for a moment, silent except for our gasping breaths. Then Axel leans forward and kisses my mouth.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my lips.

I must have fallen asleep, because some time later when I open my eyes, the sun has made its way across the room, and the light is blinding. Soft snores beside me in the bed remind me of what we’ve done.

I lie still, checking in with myself, and apart from a sore ass – or maybe including that - I’m feeling amazing. No doubts, no regrets. I feel good about my body. I feel happy about what we’ve done. And I feel full of love for the man beside me. I lie there smiling happily until I need to get up to go to the bathroom.

I ease out of bed, wincing slightly as my body reminds me it’s been delightfully used. Grabbing a towel off the back of the chair, and wrapping it around me, I wander out in bare feet. There’s a wetness between my ass cheeks and for some reason that just makes me feel happy.

On my way back to the bedroom, I glance towards the living room. Axel’s mother is standing there. We look at each other. She doesn’t say anything.

I’m not afraid, and I’m not ashamed. I’m not even angry anymore.

I turn and enter the bedroom, where I rejoin Axel in his bed.