“His parents knew he was gay all along,” Mitch said in a hushed tone.
“Yeah, I think so. And mine probably knew it too. But I didn’t want to talk about it. I lay there with my eyes closed, thinking if this was what being bi was all about, I didn’t want anything to do with it. So much shame and pain and sadness. I figured it was just a matter of controlling myself. If I was bi, so be it. But I was never going to touch a man ever again so there’d never be a reason to tell anyone. My friends didn’t need to know. My parents didn’t need to know. Fuck coming out.” I brushed his hair from his forehead and smiled. “I got pretty good at pushing away anything that had to with that night, including a major part of who I am. I don’t feel that way anymore. It took me five years to get here. It feels amazing. So thank you.”
Mitch’s bottom lip trembled. He threw his arms around my neck and held on tight. “God, I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too, baby. Now you know everything about me. Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
He considered me for a long moment before replying. “I’m afraid of being alone. I don’t know what I’ll do when my grandmother dies. Her health isn’t great and…no one lives forever. When that day comes, I’ll really be on my own.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll have me. I’m not going anywhere.”
Mitch wiped a tear at the corner of his eye and smiled. “You say you’re not romantic, but sometimes you come up with the best lines, Ev.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I brushed my nose against his and kissed him tenderly. I could taste a hint of toothpaste on his breath as I cupped the back of his neck and angled my chin slightly to deepen the connection. He pulled me on top of him, hiking his legs around my waist and holding me close. We made out for a minute or two, lost in soft sighs and tangled limbs. I loved the press of his chest against mine, but my dick throbbed against my zipper. I had to lose some clothing fast. I kneeled between his thighs and pushed my jeans and boxer briefs over my ass, bracing my weight on the headboard to pull the denim off.
“I want to be inside you.”
Mitch nodded like a puppet, shoving his workout pants down his legs and whipping his T-shirt off his head before reaching for supplies in the nightstand drawer. I slid a condom on in record time and grabbed the lube from him before he could uncap it.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to try something. Lie back. Please.”
I waited for him to obey, then bent over to suck his dick. He’d been on the receiving end of a fair amount of blowjobs recently, so he had to know this wasn’t the ‘something’ I wanted to try. He didn’t question me, though. He lifted his hips while I sucked and licked. When I went a little farther south than usual, he propped himself on his elbows to see what I was doing. We held eye contact just as I flattened my tongue and licked his hole.
“Oh, my God. Are you really—”
“Relax and enjoy. I can’t do this for long or I’ll explode. Just…let me try. Rim job, right?”
Mitch’s nostrils flared appreciatively in a lusty acknowledgment of the conversation we had months ago. “Ha. Yeah—oh…wow.”
I licked him again and again, teasing the sensitive skin with the tip of my tongue as he writhed beneath me. I sat back abruptly, grabbed the lube and slipped one finger inside him and then another. When he wiggled suggestively, I set my sheathed cock over his entrance and slowly made my way inside him.
We made love for the first time that night. I could say that because I knew for a fact that I’d never done it before in my life. There was meaning behind every sigh and push and pull. We moved with a harmony that reminded me of beautiful lyrics to my favorite songs. Deep kisses, soft moans, and roving hands.
The tempo steadily grew to something more urgent. When he raked his fingers down my back and raised his hips insistently, I took the hint. I drove inside him, thrusting wildly as I bit his lower lip and sucked on his tongue. A tingle of awareness trickled along my spine. I didn’t have much time, but I didn’t want to go under alone. I went perfectly still for a moment and stared into Mitch’s eyes.
“Come now.”
And that was all it took.
I roared with the force of my own orgasm as his cum shot between us. We held on to each other until the shaking stopped. Maybe a little longer.