“I just feel like…fuck, how am I worthy of being someone Kordell trusts, or listening to him and talking to him, when I’m pouting about a fucking photo or acting like my life will be over if I don’t get signed again or if I don’t get to stay in Atlanta. But then, I was so goddamned honored too, that I got to share that moment with him, that I’m the first person in the world he shared his truth with, and that means something. I want to help him. I want to fix it for him.”
Christ, this man. Did he know how big his heart was? “You already helped him. Just listening today helped him. The camp you’re planning will help him and kids like him. You are so fucking special, and no matter how much bravado you show, I’m not sure if you know it. Cut yourself some slack. You might get annoyed at things or delete your apps or have a bad day, but you’re here. You’re dealing with it. You’re not running, and you didn’t deny who we are. You could have easily lied, walked away from me, but you chose not to.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t walk away from you. Not now, not ever.”
Darren pulled me closer, and we kissed, slow and passionate, like we had forever, and if things went as planned, we did. I let my lips trail down his neck, pushed his shirt up, and licked and kissed each of his nipples before continuing my journey down.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, breaths rapid and sharp. I kissed just above his sweats, then moved over so I could pull them and his underwear off.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, so I told him how I wanted him. Darren moved so he was sitting up, legs spread, ass at the edge of the couch. I shoved the coffee table out of the way and knelt between his thighs, taking his thick erection into my mouth.
“Fuck yes, so good. So goddamned good.”
I sucked him, using my hand to stroke in unison. When Darren slid down more, opened his legs more, I looked up at him, and he nodded.
“I want to feel your fingers inside me.”
“Because it’s something you really want, or because it’s something you think you should do to check some invisible bisexual box that isn’t there?” I didn’t think the second part of my question was true, but after what he’d just said to me, I needed to make sure. I’d rubbed his rim before, but I hadn’t fingered him.
“Because I want you in every way I can have you—want you to have me in every way too.”
My chest swelled until I thought I would burst. God, I loved this man.
I leaned down, nuzzled his full balls, then went lower. “Hold your legs back a little for me.”
Darren looked unsure but did as I said, being careful of his arm as he did so. It was fucking incredible seeing him like that, this man who was new at this but wasn’t ashamed to be vulnerable with me.
“Jesus, this hole,” I whispered before lashing my tongue over it.
Darren cried out. “Fuck…do that again.”
So I did, licking him, relaxing him, tasting the salt of his skin. He writhed against me, little moans and noises pulling from his throat.
I’d always loved eating ass, loved having mine eaten too. My cock ached with need as I pressed my tongue against him. When I could tell he’d loosened some, I sucked my finger, pushed my index at his rim, watching it slowly slip inside.
“Jesus…that’s…different…keep going.”
I swallowed around his dick again, blowing him and fingering him, reaching for his prostate. As soon as I found it, I rubbed it, and Darren thrust, choking me.
“Fuck! Sorry. Do that again.”
So I did, teasing that spot that made a guy feel like he could fly. It wasn’t long before Darren came, spasming in my mouth as he called out my name and spilled his load on my tongue. I drank him down, right before another burst hit my tongue, which I took too.
When I pulled off him, I shoved to my feet, opened my jeans, and pushed them down. I wrapped a hand around myself to jerk off, but Darren swatted it away, pulling me until I knelt on the couch, straddling him. My dick in his face, he licked it, then took me deep. I’d never get used to the hot suction of his mouth, and it wasn’t long before he drained my balls, swallowing down what I’d given him.
“God, I love you,” he said breathlessly. “And that’s a thing we have to do all the time now. Fingers up my ass are the best. How in the hell did I survive before having my prostate played with?”