I push in slowly, inch by inch, until I've got him stuffed and stretched, and Ezra makes a whimper sound. I’m surprised when he rocks his hips. He groans, his legs quaking slightly. "Oh God, Mills. I'm gonna— Goddamn."
His cockhead spurts a stream of precum, and it’s so erotic that I feel my dick throb deep inside him.
I run my fingertips down his shaft, smearing the hot liquid, and he gives a rough moan.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “This big dick leaking cause you’ve got a big dick stuffing your hole.”
I can see my words hit his brain. His face goes slack, his lips parting, and he shifts on my cock—maybe asking for more. So I roll my hips, shifting around inside him, and his hole clenches around me.
“Relax, baby. Lemme feel you.” I pull just a little out—maybe an inch—and push back in, and his legs flex, his chest pumps.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whisper. “Like something’s coming at you two ways.” I grip his shaft as my balls draw up, so damn ready. I give a few light strokes, and more cum spills out.
“Aaaghh, Mills.”
I stroke him again, just slow and careful. Then I draw a little out, and stuff my cock into him.
And he comes. He fucking blows, and it shoots everywhere, and seeing his face slack with pleasure makes me come inside him. Holy fuck, I'm coming inside Ezra. His hand grips my knee, fingers damp and shaking. He groans almost like it hurts—and he slurs, “Warm.”
“Oh yeah…” I stroke his hip gently. He’s full of my cum now. “You like that?”
“Oh, Jesus.” He bends his legs at the knees, abs clenching. "That was—fucking crazy." His voice is this sexy tremble.
"You good, angel?"
“Fuck yeah.” He’s still groaning. His cock’s still hard.
“You like that,” I whisper. “Being the taker?”
He shudders, and when his eyes find mine, his face is so flushed. “Yeah. Oh God. It still…feels—”
“Is it sore? Let me come out.”
He skates a fingertip through the cum on his abs. “It feels good.” He wipes cum off his cockhead, pushing himself to me like he wants to feel stuffed again.
“Oh, angel. This is the hottest thing…”
He looks embarrassed, even as he’s sort of smiling. He looks strained, exhausted. Well-fucked.
I run my hand over his hip again. “My beautiful Ezra. Let's go to the shower. We're both fucking filthy by now."
That makes him laugh. He seems out of it as we get into the shower. Then we're in there, and he's hugging me, his arms around my shoulders. He just hugs me for a long time, and when he pulls away, he gives me a sleepy-eyed smile. The one that says I'm his and he's mine. The one that tells me nothing will change that.
Fifteen
Josh
It's been two weeks since we got back together. Is that what I should call it? It doesn't feel quite right. I step outside the math building and pull my phone out, texting, ‘Hey there, birthday angel. U know what? It's been two weeks since we found each other again.'
He replies fast. 'I know. I miss u. What're you doing? Math?'
'Just got out'
'Call me?'
He likes when I call him. Considering how closed off Fairplay Ezra was, this fact always surprises me.
"Hey, birthday boy. How's things going?"
"One more class and I'm free,” he says. “Got the Jeep all packed. I should be there by six, and we can get on the road."
"If by on the road, you mean in my bed," I murmur into the phone.
"You know I do."
"Who's the bottom tonight?" I ask cupping my hand around the phone. Over the last week and a half, we've driven to each other almost every other night, and I think I'm starting to understand the cliché that there’s too many bottoms and not enough tops.
"I think you are, Mills. I've been thinking of you that one time—when I had your wrists tied up together. So damn hot. I wanna plow that."
"I'll be your fuck toy. Long as you treat me right."
That makes him chuckle. "I'll treat you more than right. Get that ass ready."
"On it. Just as soon as I get out of physics."
"Send some pics. Millsy."
I can hear affection in his voice. When we get off the phone, I'm walking to the student union for a soda, I can't help thinking how damn crazy it is—all of this. How well we still just...fit.
There's no walls with us this time. No secrets. I trust that he loves me. He lets me love him. We're fucking like bunnies. During this little three day stretch he gets away from practice, we're going up to Fall Creek Falls, a nature spot near Chattanooga.
The phone rings, and I'm smiling as I pull it out of my pocket. But it’s not Ezra. It’s my mom. Fuck.
"Hi, Mom."
"Well hello, Joshua. How are you?"