Chapter 17

Yuri and I lie on his couch the next day, talking about the events of the day prior. I needed to understand what was going on, since there was an entire conversation between Trev and Yuri that no one but them knew about.

I should have guessed jealousy was a factor in why Trev didn't like Yuri. Not to be biased because he's my boyfriend, but it seems like everyone likes Yuri. I found it weird that someone didn't, seemingly for no reason.

It sucks that Trev quit instead of pulling Jake to the side to talk about whatever he was concerned about, but whatever. That's none of my business. Good riddance to someone that acts like that. It's fucking toxic.

The downside to Trev quitting is there's no justifiable reason for me to continue to fluff Yuri. He has no problem getting and staying hard for someone else. Jake told me after Yuri's last scene that my services as a fluffer were no longer needed, but if I wanted to work in another capacity, namely in front of the camera, he could make it happen. I told him no thanks, especially because I know Jay watches porn from this site. I'd be traumatized if I found out my brother saw me getting railed by Yuri's fat cock.

"What will you do now?" Yuri asks, running his fingers through my hair. "Go back to your old job?"

"Nah. Sam said a few of his buddies want me to train them as well. With the money I saved from working at Carnal Desires and the money I'll be getting paid per session, I think I'm good for a while. At least until it's time to move out. We get a subsidy for being college students, so rent isn't much. I can't imagine how steep it'll be paying it alone."

Dario told me he planned to move out when we graduated. Since he does set design, he's always needed at Carnal Desires and has been working there for years. He has more than enough to live on his own. I'm still not sure why Dario chose to live in off campus student housing, but it worked out well for me that he did. I have a great friend in him and through him, I met Yuri.

Yuri's hand stutters in my hair, and I crack open an eye. "You good?"

He nods, but he looks a little nervous. "Yeah. So, where are you going to move?"

I shrug, closing my eye again and melting into his touch. "I'm sure there's some places around here that will rent to me without having a nine to five. Especially since I'll have the money."

"Wanna move in with me?" Yuri's voice is so quiet, it takes me a few seconds to realize he even spoke.

I open both eyes this time. "What? Move in? Like live with you?"

Eyes wide, he nods, but says, "I totally understand if you don't. It's too fast. I know. I was … asking just in case. If you don't, totally fine. I don't?—"

I scramble from where I'm lying on his leg to straddling his lap. Yuri laughs at my exuberance, which turns into a groan when I plant my lips on his.

"Fuck yes, I want to move in with you! Are you sure? You've lived alone for years." He told me he liked his own space, so I figured he didn't want anyone to live with him.

Yuri nods, rubbing my cheek gently. "I'm very sure. I don't like it when you leave me to go back to your apartment. When you graduate, move your things in here. Then I can see you every day."

I giggle—really fucking giggle—as I look down at him. "You see me every day now."

He shrugs. "Yeah, but you leave sometimes too. If you live with me, you'll be here all the time."

Kissing his nose, I murmur, "I like the sound of that."

We don't make it to graduation. Two days later, I'm bringing boxes into my apartment, getting ready to pack up so I can move in with Yuri. The days between when Yuri asked me to move in and now were full of laughter, talking, kissing, fucking, connecting. All the things I wanted with him when we first met. Why wait until after I graduate to have all that when I can have it now, every day?

Dario comes home as I'm packing my schoolbooks into a box. "Going somewhere?" he asks, but I don't think he's looking for an answer.

Grinning over my shoulder, I say, "Yuri asked me to move in with him."

Dario whistles low. "That's a big step. You ready for that?"

I nod. "Yeah, I am. We both are. I know it's fast but …" I trail off, not knowing what to say. It is fast, but it feels right. I'm not going to question it when my gut is telling me to go for it.

Pulling a box from the floor, Dario starts to help me pack. "I wish you'd stay until school was over, but I get it. I should probably get my butt in gear and pack too. We only have four weeks until graduation, then I have to be out."

It's insane to consider I'm almost done with my college education. When I first arrived on campus, a fresh-faced, naive eighteen-year-old from a small town, I didn't know if I was cut out for college life. I wasn't a big partier and didn't really talk to a lot of people to make some lifelong connections.

I proved myself wrong. It wasn't easy, considering I had to work so hard and fill out mountains of papers to get a scholarship, but it was worth it.

While I was here, I learned a lot about myself. I figured out what I wanted to do after graduation, figured out who I am as a man, who I am as a person. I figured out what kinds of people I want to surround myself with. Had I stayed in Maine, I wouldn't have done any of that. So regardless of the hardships I went through, it was worth it to stick it out so I could grow.

It didn't hurt that I met Yuri either.

While we pack, Dario and I talk about the incident that happened with Trev.

"He hasn't come back," Dario told me. "We all figured he would, since Jake pays tons more than any other job he'll ever get, but nope."

I shake my head as I take some of my folded clothes from the drawer. "It's crazy how the whole thing blew up like that. I almost feel bad for him." Almost, but not quite.

Dario shrugs, pulling some shoes down from the shelf in my closet. "Trev has always been a dick. Even when he and Yuri were on speaking terms, he always seemed jealous of him. Bailey and Eric said it was only a matter of time before things went south and they were right."

I turn to him, a thought occurring to me. "How long have you all been working there?" I know Yuri started there when he was twenty-one, but I don't know about anyone else.

Looking up as if thinking, Dario says, "I started when I was twenty, Bailey was there a few years before Yuri and Trev started. He's almost thirty, you know?"

My eyebrows shoot to my forehead. Bailey looks no older than me. His slim, lithe body and youthful looking face made me think he was a college student like me. "I didn't."

"Yeah, and Eric started right after Bailey, I think. So, we've all been there for a while. We all feel like family, with Trev being the only exception. I'm not saying I'm friends with everyone there, but I don't dislike working with anyone now that Trev is gone."

I nod, taking all the information in.

It takes us about two hours to get my room packed. We collapse on the bed, sweaty and tired.

Smiling sadly, Dario looks over at me. "I'm gonna miss rooming with you. Two years sure flew by."

"Same here. You made this experience really good. I was scared you'd be a slob."

He barks a laugh. "Me too. Being older than most college juniors makes it harder too. I thought having a twenty-year-old roommate while I'm twenty-five would be a pain in the ass. You were chill as fuck though."

"Thanks man." I stand, grabbing a few boxes. "Now help me take some of these to the car. I'll come get the rest over the next few days."

Dario grabs some boxes and a few gym bags and helps me stuff them in my car. Luckily, I won't have to drive far to get to Yuri's apartment. Well, my apartment now. That'll take some getting used to.

Clapping hands with Dario, I give him a one-armed hug. "We'll link up soon. You can come hang out with me and Yuri sometimes or me and you can chill together."

"Sounds like a plan, Clay. Make sure you bring your ass back to help me pack my room too. It took no time at all to get yours together."

"Too easy, man. See ya soon."

I clamber in my car, pointing it in the direction of my apartment. I text Yuri so he can help me with boxes from the car.

Me: I'll be there in ten. See you soon.

Yuri: I'll be here.

When I step in the apartment, a box in my hands, I notice the lights are turned down low and soft music is coming from the bedroom. Walking slowly, I round the corner and almost swallow my tongue. There on the bed, Yuri waits for me, completely naked with his legs spread, fingering his hole.

I drop the box to the floor, glad it doesn't contain glassware.

With his free hand, Yuri crooks a finger at me, beckoning me over. As if my feet have a mind of their own, I walk over to him before my brain gives the command, mesmerized by the sight before me. How his fingers are disappearing into his ass is one of the sexiest sights I've ever seen.

Climbing onto the bed, I rest between his legs, watching. I scoop up the bottle of lube and coat my fingers, still not looking away. When they're nice and slick, I remove Yuri's fingers and replace them with my own.

Immediately, his hole clamps around my digits and I groan at the tight feel of him. He's so hot here.

Bending his legs at the knees, Yuri pulls his legs up, moaning as I play with him. I look up at him, mesmerized. "Is this what you wanted? For me to finger your tight, pretty ass?"

I look down at his hairy asshole, licking my lips at the sight. I'm not sure why it's so fucking sexy, to see him with hair there, but it is. I can't get enough.

Like he does to me when he's in my ass, I crook my fingers, feeling for that soft, spongy part inside him that he told me about. I know I've found it when he yelps, rolling his hips against my fingers.

Yuri tosses his head back, panting. "I want to feel you cock in me, Clay. I want you to fuck me."

Surging up, I slam my mouth on his, taking his mouth greedily as I finger fuck him with purpose. Yuri grips my shirt, pulling me as close as I can get while I'm stretching his hole for my dick.

Over and over, I find that spot inside and press against it, trying to drive him wild.

Snatching his mouth away, Yuri grips my wrist for me to stop. "Take off your clothes and get in me."

He doesn't have to tell me twice.

I eagerly strip out of my clothes, eager to feel Yuri's hole clamping around my cock like it did my fingers. With shaky hands from my excitement, I slide the condom down my shaft.

Lying on my back, I motion him over. "Can you ride me? I want to watch how you move with my dick in you." I also never fucked a guy before and I don't want to fuck up. I need to build up to being able to please Yuri like he pleases me.

Crawling over to me, Yuri throws his leg over my hips and straddles me. His big cock is flushed red, the head looking as if he'll blow at any moment. I want to grab it, to jerk him off so I can feel the velvet hardness on my palm, but I need to wait. I want to be inside him while I'm touching his cock. Knowing how fast I can get him off, I don't think he wants me to touch him until he's inside me either.

Standing my dick up, Yuri sinks down onto me, drawing in inch after inch of my hard shaft. I watch in fascination, trying to concentrate on something else while he takes me into his tight heat.

A groan drifts out of me when he's fully seated on my dick. I've never felt something so good in my life. I roam my hands over his hard body, through the dips of his abs and up to his hard pecs. I tweak his nipples while Yuri throws his head back, rolling his hips gingerly.

"It's been a while since I've been fucked," he mutters, slowly rising up and down. "But fuck, I wanted you like this for so long." Yuri looks down at me and I can see the heat and desire in his gaze. "You feel just as good as I imagined."

I swallow thickly, not able to formulate words. I can't think of anything else but how good Yuri feels.

Reaching around, I grab his ass cheeks, guiding him up and down my hard length. He's a fucking vision on top of me like this. I watch his cock bob up and down as he rides me, his precum rolling down his shaft and some landing on my belly.

I look down to where we meet and I have to swallow hard. It's obscene how my cock looks appearing and disappearing inside of him. I never thought I'd see the day when I fucked Yuri. I was not prepared today to be the day I got to feel the inside of him, but fuck it, we're here now.

Yuri grinds down on me and I see fucking stars. I've never felt anything so fucking amazing. Not able to take much more of him riding me into oblivion, I wrap my arms around Yuri and roll him onto his back. I push his legs back to his chest, practically bending him in half and plow his ass.

He keens, tossing his head back and groaning every time I slide home. Yuri grabs the back of his thighs, holding himself open while I watch my dick go in and out of him. I'm fucking awestruck, watching him take my dick with ease.

"Clay …" Yuri groans and I meet his eyes. "Fuck … you feel good inside me, Clay. So fucking good."

I bite my bottom lip, the pain distracting me from the orgasm that threatened to shoot out of me before I was prepared. This can't be over so soon. I need to make it last, need Yuri to cum because of my dick. Then and only then can I climax.

Slowing down, I bend down until I meet his lips, kissing him deeply. Yuri lets go of his legs and wraps them and his arms around me, moaning into the kiss as I move languidly in and out of him. I touch him all over, the feel of his soft and heated skin cranking me up as much as the fast fucking did. Yuri feels indescribable. Every part of him, not just where I'm impaling him.

Our bodies move together, slick with sweat. Yuri holds me close, our lips working together as we plunder each other's mouths.

Pulling my lips from his, I rub a thumb over his lower lip as I fuck him in slower strokes. "You're fucking gorgeous, Yuri."

He whimpers, biting into his bottom lip.

Needing to feel him, I reach between us and grab his dick, tugging him from base to tip. Yuri tosses his head back and I lean forward, attacking his neck. I lick and nip at him, unable to control my thrusts as I swallow down the taste of his sweat and skin.

Before long, I'm letting my hips swing freely, fucking Yuri hard. He grunts each time my hips meet his.

Cursing, I jerk his cock faster as my thrusts speed up. I need him to come. He has to come so I can. I need to see his release coating his belly to give me that extra push over the edge. Not like I really need it. The way his hole is hugging me and how he sounds when I shove my cock into him, I'm closer than I'd like to be.

Just when I think I'll beat him to the finish line, Yuri croaks out a warning, then he's coming, his release going on and on, painting his abs and coating my fingers. I continue to jerk him, wanting to drain him dry.

One he's finishes, I pull out of him, snatch the condom off and jerk myself until I'm coming, my load joining his.

Unable to hold myself up, I collapse onto him. I see why Yuri is so winded when we're done—fucking like that takes a lot of energy.

Yuri wraps his arms and legs around me protectively and whispers, "Welcome home, baby."