Page 34 of Up In Flames

Oren

I was at Will’s when he was done having dinner with his parents. None of my stuff was here, except for a couple of bags of clothing and some toiletries but having Will walk through that door made the space feel like home.

“Hey, you. How was dinner?” What I really wanted to know was if he’d managed to tell them and what they thought. I doubted it had gone bad because Will looked too relaxed for anything catastrophic to have happened.

“Dinner was great.” He tossed his keys on the counter and made a beeline for where I sat on the couch. I’d been doom scrolling and pretending that the evening wasn’t going by at a crawl.

Will stretched out on the couch and put his head in my lap. A smile tugged at his mouth when my fingers started combing through his hair.

“Tell me everything.” I wanted to know their reactions. I hadn’t met his parents, and I didn’t know if they wanted to meet me. Maybe they were sad about the whole gay thing. “How’d they take it?”

He sucked in a deep breath and let it all out at once. “They were surprised, but they were okay with it. They had some questions that were kind of tough to answer, but it went well.”

He looked up at me, his eyes sparkled, and he looked more relaxed than I’d seen him in a while. “They want to meet you.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t look so surprised. Of course they want to meet you. You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to bring home. You’re the first person who has been important enough to me to make me want to live a different life.”

Will’s proximity to my dick was doing things to me.

I tried to focus on the conversation, but knowing he was out now, that I could see him in public and not have to hide my affection for him, or make sure I didn’t look at him too long, or sit too close?

It had my blood roaring in my ears and rushing between my legs.

“What kind of life do you want?” Curiosity forced me to ask. I held my breath waiting for him to say something.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “One with you. One where I get to take you out on dates. Where I get to come home to you. Where I get to save your number in my phone under increasingly disgusting nicknames.”

“Like what?” I wanted that too, and I carded my fingers through his hair some more, marveling at how soft the strands were.

“Snookums. Honey bear. Sugar pie. Hot lips.”

“Okay, Honey bear I could live with. Snookums is a definite no.”

“What about pookie?”

“What about no.” I bent forward and kissed him, partly to shut him up, partly because I wanted to. Because I could. Because he was mine now and that’s what couples did. I let the kiss last, let it drag out. Savored the taste of him, the way he seemed to melt into me as we kissed.

His smile was still present when we parted. “What about cupcake or muffin?”

“Cupcake, no. But muffin might be okay, depending on the kind of muffin. It has to be a good kind, not like bran or something.”

“What about chocolate chip?”

“Too basic.”

“Okay, Oren, sunshine of my life, the beat of my heart, the shelter in my storm, what kind of muffin would you have me refer to you as?”

“Lemon Cranberry.”

Will contemplated my selection. “Light, and a bit fruity. I see it.”

In retaliation for his comment, I pinched his nipple. He yelped and batted my hand away.

“You did not just do that.” Laughter made Will’s voice waver, but his grin was feral. I was in big trouble.

“I might have gotten carried away.” It might have been a more convincing line if I hadn’t been grinning like an idiot the whole time.

Will sat up and turned toward me, his body coiled tight like a spring waiting to be released.

“Will, I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sorry. Not at all. Not even when I knew he was poised to strike at any moment. He was faster and stronger than I was, and he was in remarkable shape. I was… not. I walked a lot, but that wasn’t about to be of any use to me. “Will?—”

He launched himself at me, wrapped his arms around me and in one fluid move, lifted me, turned me, and trapped me underneath him on the couch. It happened so fast I barely had time to react before Will’s hands were on me, digging into my sides, tickling me.

Laughter was dragged out of me. Forced from my lungs and into the air by his familiar touch. He had me pinned under him, and I tried to twist away to no avail. Not that I really wanted to escape anyway. In the moment, my fight or flight instincts were firmly set on flight.

“Will, please—” I managed to get out, but he kept tickling me. My sides ached. My face hurt. But it was the good kind of pain. It was the price of joy. Happiness. Love. The pain was a welcome reminder that I was alive. Living. Breathing. Loving.

Will stopped. He must have seen something in my expression because like two magnets, I reached for him as he came to me. We collided, mouth to mouth. He held me down with his body, and I held his face with my hands, digging my fingers into his hair, his scalp. Grounding me. Keeping him.

What started off as a frenzied kiss, all tongue and ferocity, mellowed into something smoother.

Something more easygoing. My heart slammed into my ribs like a battering ram.

I finally let my hands travel Will’s body.

I dragged my hands down his sides, letting him feel my intention through my touch.

I wanted him so fucking bad. On me. In me. Around me.

Grabbing his ass, I pulled him into me as I writhed underneath him, grinding our cocks together.

If Will had asked me what kind of life I wanted, I’d have said this .

I wanted laughter. Sex. I wanted someone to look after me.

To choose me. To keep me and come home to me. And I wanted him to be that someone.

I wanted to take him on dates and meet his parents. I wanted things I hadn’t thought of yet. The idea of forever was nebulous and untouchable, but I wanted that too.

“Will.” My lips moved against the corner of his mouth. “Will, please.”

“What do you need, honey pie sugar bum?”

I nearly choked on my laughter. “I need for you not to call me that when I’m trying so politely to ask you to pin me down and fuck me within an inch of my life.”

“As you wish.” Will brushed a kiss against my lips. “I’m going to grab the lube and when I come back, I want you naked, kneeling on the couch, arms over the back of it, ass out.”

He got off me, but he made it clear with how swiftly he was moving that I didn’t have a lot of time to comply.

I stood and tore my shirt off over my head, then fumbled with my fly.

As I struggled out of my pants, I made a mental note to only wear easily removable attire when we were at home from now on.

I was just climbing onto the couch when Will returned, bare chest, his pants open and his cock already out. Pillowing my arms on the back of the couch, I stuck my ass out and let myself look at him.

Will paused to drizzle lube onto his dick.

I could feel him watching me as he prepared himself.

I watched him until he came up behind me, and then I closed my eyes and felt him.

My breath caught when Will squirted lube down my crack, then his powerful hands were on me.

One on my hip, holding me in place as the other delved between my cheeks and teased my entrance.

I parted my legs and leaned forward a little more, thrusting my ass out for him to use.

Emptiness throbbed inside me, begging for him to chase it away.

I needed him so bad I could hardly think or speak or breathe.

And then his fingers slid into me and the hand on my hip tightened, pinning me in place as I tried to fuck myself on his fingers.

“Greedy.” Will thrust his fingers into me, hard and fast with shallow movements that didn’t reach the place I most wanted them to. But every time I tried to ease back, to take him deeper, he pulled away.

“Will, please.” Frustration made my throat burn.

“Soon.” Will’s reply was a lie because every second that his cock wasn’t in me was a fucking eternity. I wasn’t going to make it. My heart was climbing the walls, and my lust was eating me alive, making me antsy and unsatisfied.

And then Will thrust those two fingers in so deep I saw stars. His knuckles pressed into my ass, biting into the flesh as the fingers he buried inside me stroked, slowly and maddeningly lighting me up. Giving me what I needed. Almost.

Reduced to a throbbing, writhing, slippery mess, I let out a deep breath and relaxed and resigned myself to a life of torture. And that’s when Will pulled his fingers out of me and before I could even begin to protest, he lined his cock up with my hole and slid inside.

I arched up, my back bending like a bow string. Will gathered me close, kissed my back. My shoulders. My spine. His hands mapped my body, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake and I gripped the back of the couch in tight fists.

Will wrapped his arms around me, pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades, and fucked me.

Wet, open-mouthed kisses pressed against my skin.

Hands mapped my flesh. Held me tight. Caressed me.

He breathed my name, somehow tender despite the way his hips snapped, and he thrust up into me as hard and deep as he could drive himself.

He came first, fucking me at a relentless pace. I felt the moment the orgasm took hold. His muscles tensed and his rhythm stuttered. Instead of whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I heard a litany of curse words. But it had the same effect on me.

I fucking loved this man, and I loved that he fell apart for me. When he was done, he pulled out, which was a shame because I’d have loved if he’d fucked his cum right out of me.

“Turn around.” Will took a step back to give me room to move. I was a graceless, sweaty, horny mess, and Will still managed to look at me like I was the most exquisite piece in the exhibit.

Words were beyond me, so I did as I was told with a bit of a grunt and then a moan when Will dropped to his knees in front of me. I sat, legs spread wide, arms thrown across the back of the couch, feeling not unlike an emperor as Will held my gaze and lowered himself down.

One minute I was an emperor, the next I was at his mercy.

Will sucked me down to the root, probably because he knew it would make my ass levitate off the couch.

And he was right. Will had a wickedly talented mouth, and I wish I could say that I had more staying power than I did, but he brought me to the edge and sucked me over it in the matter of a few very well spent minutes.

When he was done, he released my cock and looked up at me, his eyes soft, and he had that little smile on his face that he had when he looked at me sometimes.

“I love you,” I told him, needing to say it as much as he needed to hear it.

He leaned forward, laid his head on my thigh, and wrapped his arms around me. “I love you too.”

I was sticky and spent and in need of a shower, or at least a wet cloth, but Will was comfortable where he was, and I hated to ask him to move.

The shower could wait, I decided, as I shoved a strand of hair off Wills’ face.

He looked peaceful. Happy. And I’d done that.

I’d given that to him. I hoped I was able to put that look on his face for a long time to come.

“I can hear you thinking,” Will said without opening his eyes.

“It’s a lawyer thing.”

He scoffed, a puff of air washing over my overheated skin. “What are you thinking about?”

I decided to entertain him and answered his question. “You. It’s always you. It’s always going to be you.”

Will cracked his eyes open and a smile so content and happy it was blinding greeted me. “It’s always going to be you too.”

Maybe forever wasn’t so nebulous after all.