He Made Me Stay

His lips crash back down on mine. I skim my palms over every curve of his toned shoulders and biceps and pectorals. I want to touch him everywhere all at once. When my fingers tug at his button of his jeans, he pulls away, his green eyes electric with need.

“I want you in my mouth.”

His raspy words that tumble out of his pink, pink strawberry lips have me wanting to explode with need. All I can do is nod way too eagerly. My heart does a backflip in my chest when his grin breeches his face, looking equal parts elated and mischievous. He runs a palm down my chest. I suck in a sharp breath when he reaches the button of my jeans. With ease, he unbuttons my pants and draws the zipper down slowly. Since the house is so quiet, all I can hear are the sounds of our breathing and the soft click of the zipper along each of the metal teeth.

My dick is straining against the material, desperate for his hot mouth. Rather than touching me like I want, he pulls my jeans down my thighs. He takes his time removing them completely along with my shoes and socks. Pre-cum wets through the material of my boxers as I wait helplessly for whatever he’ll give me.

The other guys I’ve been with never felt like this. As though they were in it for more than just my body. Like they wanted my heart too. Kit never does anything half-ass. He plays a big game, and in this one, that includes every single part of me. He dips down, nuzzling his face against my dick, inhaling my scent. I groan at the feel of him but needing more. I’m unable to keep from touching his soft, curly hair. I stroke and pet him like he’s mine to adore forever.

Only…I don’t have forever.

I only have now.

Bitterness rears its ugly head. It’s unfair. How is it I meet someone like Kit only to be teased with happiness? I feel like I’ve made my decision to leave, but now I have hooks in my back trying to get me to stay.

My mind drifts to Julian, a hollowing ache forming inside of me.

All thoughts dissipate, though, when Kit pulls my boxers down. He only pulls them down far enough to reveal the crown of my cock that seeps with need. His cherry-red tongue flicks out to taste me. The intense pleasure of it has me moaning.

Jolly Rancher green apple eyes glow at the sounds escaping me. It emboldens him. He sucks the tip into his mouth, teasing me in an insane way. I whimper and lift my hips, desperate for more.

“Patience, quark.”

His silly pet name for me—a physics term that means a fundamental part of all matter—has my heart warming like never before.

I want him inside me.

On me.

Everywhere.

He’s life and energy and perfection. I want to feel it and breathe it and know it with every cell of my being.

My boxers get pulled down farther. Kit sucks my dick deep into his mouth while stroking the base of my shaft. It feels so good—so insanely good—that I come without warning. I cry out as cum jets into his mouth, my balls drawing up tight.

I come down from my high all too soon. Kit lies down on his back, seemingly winded. He checks his monitor and then relaxes. His playful eyes grow serious and hot when I gently unclip the insulin pump from his jeans, setting it beside him on the bed. I try to take care of him like he took care of me.

“Jasper,” he murmurs. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

Here now? In his bed?

Or here in life?

Rather than reading into his words, I undress him and then do my best to give him an amazing blowjob. His groans and hip thrusts are telling that he absolutely enjoys my mouth like I enjoyed his. He lasts longer than I did and my jaw begins to ache, but then he lets out a ragged groan. I swallow down his seed that’s more sweet than salty before dropping onto the bed beside him.

“Can we talk now?” he whispers, drawing my naked body up against his.

“Just hold me.” I swallow hard. “Please.”

“You’re still going to stay, right?”

Tonight?

Forever?

I can’t answer him. All I can do is silently cry, unable to make sense of my life anymore.JasperThe mirror mocks me.

It’s the twin who survived. The wrong twin.

Julian should be here. He was older by a few minutes, better looking, stronger, and nicer. My brother was going to do great things. Be a man people would never forget.

Instead, it’s him who’s gone and not me.

If he were here, he’d pull me into his arms, press his forehead to mine, and remind me we’re brothers through and through. An unstoppable team. Forever friends.