Better Than Home: Better Than Good Novella

I absently glided my fist over my dick, watching him with an eagle eye as he wiggled out of the speck of fabric and tossed it over his shoulder along with his shorts. Then he kneeled in front of me, awaiting instruction as if I had any power here. He might be the one on his knees, but he owned me.

“Can I suck you again?”

Yep. Absolutely fucking owned me.

“Yes, but let me see you stroke yourself first.”

“Like this?” He held his cock at the base and jacked himself…nice and slow.

I watched his technique for a few moments. My cock was thick and heavy with awareness and just plain need. Every subtle twist of his wrist sent a shiver up my spine. No more waiting. I needed him.

I tapped my cock to his mouth, wordlessly commanding him to look at me. Aaron obeyed with a naughty smile.

“God, you’re beautiful. I love you like this. On your knees.”

“Hmmm…I worship you, Matty,” he whispered.

Okay, I almost spontaneously combusted.

I squeezed myself at the base, willing my cock not to blow. When I thought I had myself under control again, I painted his lips with precum. Aaron closed his eyes and hummed before darting his tongue out and taking over. He bobbed his head, licking and sucking me hungrily. No more teasing. No more moderation.

I slid my fingers through his hair and praised him, complimenting his sexy mouth and talented tongue. At some point, my grip tightened and I sort of lost control. I held his face between my hands and fucked his mouth until…

“Baby, I’m gonna come.”

Aaron clutched my ass and swallowed everything I gave him. He didn’t pull away until his own release hit him a few seconds later. He arched so he was practically lying on his back, sending cum spurting onto his toned abs. Knowing Aaron, the contortionist maneuver might have been in deference to our newly finished floor, but damn…that was hot.

He collapsed like a starfish and burst into laughter. “This is now my favorite room in the house.”

“Mine too,” I agreed, rezipping my suit pants before offering him a hand.

“Not yet. I’m on the wrong side of my midthirties, Matty. I need a moment.”

“Okay.” I sat beside him and cleaned his stomach with his discarded tee, then pulled him into my arms.

We were still and quiet for a while, listening to the unfamiliar creaking and settling of old walls. I had this funny notion that the house was getting to know us too. I wondered if we were the first same-sex couple to live here…to plan a family…to dig roots.

And just like that, the moment took on an aura of significance that paralleled the biggest milestones in my life…like the night I met Aaron and the first time we kissed.

Parallel moments were more like the first time he made me an omelet, invited me to stay over, introduced me to his friends. They were the sweetest reveal. An unveiling of sorts where we slowly let our guards down and made ourselves vulnerable to something new, never realizing where those moments would lead us.

Like here. Now.

Sitting on a cold floor in the house we’d bought…as husbands, embarking on our future. Everything we’d talked about, laughingly joked we’d do someday—that day was here. It was now. Everything we wanted was about to begin.

The thought choked me up. It made my eyes well out of the blue and my heart slam against my chest. And suddenly the silence was a vacuum…so fucking loud it hurt my ears and—

Aaron brushed his thumb across my cheek and caressed my jaw lovingly. “What are you thinking, Matty?”

I was thinking I wanted to pour liquid amber over this moment. I wanted to preserve the sense of wonder. I couldn’t say that without my voice cracking, and I didn’t want him to worry about me.

So I brought up the past instead.

“I was thinking about the night I talked you into going to that bar off Pennsylvania where Sam was playing. You invited me to your apartment later and—”

“I sucked your cock,” Aaron supplied with a mischievous grin, sitting up to face me. Jesus, my spent cock twitched at the old memory of him kneeling on the floor of his apartment all those years ago. Like he just had. “It was very romantic.”

“Not romantic at all,” I corrected with a laugh. “But it was hot. Did I ever tell you that I freaked out afterward? I actually cried in my car.”

His face fell. “You did?”

“Yeah. I was confused and terrified. It wasn’t you, it was me. I’d just spent the evening with the most beautiful man in the world, and I didn’t think I could pretend I didn’t want him again…and again.” I picked up his left hand and twisted his wedding band. “And here we are now.”

“Geez, and I’m still on my knees.”