CHAPTER 24

Micah

"What is your fascination with this guy? Should I be jealous? I feel like I should be jealous," Bash teased, his arm over the steering wheel and his usual Oakleys resting sexy on his face. He flashed me a smirk that had my blood stirring. Stupid, sexy bastard.

The sultry sounds of Maroon 5 poured from the car speakers as I danced in my seat. "Adam Levine is sexy as hell, okay? He was one of the many reasons I figured out I was gay, so maybe you should feel just a tiny bit jealous…I mean, I wouldn"t object," I sassed, my own smirk answering back. "I like your hot, jealous side."

Bash shook his head, the smile on his face a gorgeous compliment to the scenery surrounding us. We had hit the road for winter break early that morning, and we"d just crossed the border into New Mexico. My parents had booked a cabin rental in Colorado for Christmas and naturally invited Bash to join us. He was their favorite adopted son after all. Maybe they"d love to have him as their son-in-law one day…woah! Let"s put a lid on that crazy there, Russo! Way too soon to be thinking that way. Right? No, it definitely is. It"s fine, not thinking that way at all. Nope. Not thinking of being Mr. Micah Dupont whatsoever. The crazy is back in the Fort Knox vault where it belongs.

"Where did you go in that head of yours?" In typical Bash fashion, he noticed when I got too lost in my overactive brain. He knew I had a tendency to fall down that rabbit hole easily. "If you"re over there having dirty daydreams about Adam Levine, you"re going to force me to pull this car over and rid you of those thoughts by whatever means necessary," he sighed, as if he were remorseful about using sexual tactics against me to cleanse my mind of anyone else but him. My poor, neglected dick perked up at his warning since it hadn"t been touched in nearly nine hours of driving. Not even a gentle caress or quick, little tug. I wouldn"t wish it on my worst enemy. I felt bad for my dick.

"You know, if you feel that you must punish me for my hedonistic fantasies, I understand and will do my best to forgive you," I murmured somberly. "So where"s the next rest stop? Actually, just pull over somewhere on the shoulder and let"s do this."

He laughed, completely unaware that I was indeed serious. Seriously horny. "Babe, as hot as road-side sex would be, we need to make it to Telluride before midnight, so suck it up." Bash smiled like the evil bastard he was, seemingly content to make me squirm in my seat for the remaining seven hours of our drive. Alright Dupont. Game. Fucking. On.

I smirked to myself as I queued up "Hands All Over" and leaned my seat back slightly. Bash continued to watch the road, his head bobbing in time to the last few lines of the current song. Once the song shifted, I leisurely undid the button of my jeans and drew my zipper down. That got his attention fast. His head snapped to my direction, and I saw his brows shoot up behind his sunglasses.

"The fuck do you think you"re doing, M?" Bash asked in a low grumble, and I could hear the lust that was creeping in. My smirk morphed into a wicked grin as I stroked myself slowly over the denim.

"Showing you what happens when you want to play games with me, baby," I said in the most innocent tone I could muster. Even with his eyes hidden, I could see Bash"s features darkening.

"Don"t you fucking dare," he growled, his gaze bouncing back and forth between me and the road as if he were torn on where to look. My vote was the road since death wishes weren"t my thing, but I couldn"t deny the thrill I got from what I was doing to his focus. "Your orgasms are mine. Every single one of them."

My dick was in rapture at his possessive claim, fully hardening in my jeans and I moaned as I pressed down a little harder on it. "Fuck Bash, that was so hot…but baby, I need it. I need to come," I whined to him, my voice low and scratchy with arousal. Bash let out a growl from the driver"s seat and he white-knuckled the steering wheel.

"Micah, I swear to God, we don"t have time to pull over and I can"t concentrate with you doing that. Don"t even think about it." I saw his jaw clench tight and his body was rigid with tension.

Undeterred, I freed my throbbing erection, spit on my palm, and starting stroking in time to the music. I closed my eyes when the pleasure spread throughout my body, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. I gave in to the naughty devil on my shoulder that said playing with fire would be fun, and started pumping in earnest.

The moans ripping from my throat were loud and wanton, meant to drive him up a wall and a half with desire so that he"d snap and give into my dirty game. I snuck a glance at him, seeing his eyes locked on the road before us and sitting as still as a statue while pretending to be unaffected. Oh baby, you should know me better than that…

"Fuuuuck, Bash…God baby, it feels so good…I"m imagining your mouth on me. Hot and wet, taking me all the way down until I bust. I want to pour down your throat until I"m sucked dry," I moaned for him, not even having to manufacture any of it because I was blind with lust and meant every word. I was alight with pleasure as it ripped through my veins like a drug. My filthy ramblings did the trick because the car suddenly jerked to the right as we pulled over on a wide shoulder.

"Fuck this…" Bash grunted, throwing the car into park and bending in half over the console, swallowing my cock whole. I let out a guttural shout, my back arching from the euphoric sensation.

"Yes! Oh shit, don"t stop, don"t stop, don"t stop," I rambled, my brain a foggy mess of pleasure. My hips thrust up to meet his ravenous mouth while his tongue swirled around my tip before he descended again. My orgasm came in a rush of blinding white light and I seized up, my body shaking from the release. I spurted long, hot streams of cum right into his waiting mouth, and Bash eagerly sucked it all down, his moans reaching me from far away.

He sucked off my dick with a noisy pop and leaned back in his seat, looking smug.

"I thought we didn"t have time for a road quickie?" I panted, still trying to catch my breath from the powerful climax that had ravaged me.

"We don"t, but it was worth it," he said matter-of-factly. "I told you all your orgasms are mine, baby."

Unable to hold back because fuck, he looked so good, I reached over and quickly released him from the confines of his jeans. Bash sucked in a breath and grabbed the back of my hair as I took him all the way to the back of my throat in one move. "Oh shit!" Bash gasped, my hair in a vice grip as he moved my head up and down his swollen length. It was utter bliss. I loved how he used me to get himself off, never letting up for a moment because he knew I needed it too. "Goddamn Micah, you suck me so good. That"s it babe, take every inch of my cock. Work my cum out of me."

I moaned around his shaft, his words lighting me up. It only took a couple minutes before he was exploding down my throat with a long groan, and I worked to swallow every salty bit of him. I"d never get enough of his taste.

When I licked off the remains of his cum and cleaned him with my tongue, I gently tucked him back in and did up his jeans. I smiled at him like the cat that ate…well, swallowed the canary. Bash just stared at me as his breathing returned to normal, looking at me like I was a treasure he had found. The air around us shifted, melting from heightened desire to tender intimacy. We both moved at the same time, meeting in the middle of the console in a passionate, slow kiss. I felt a sweep of serotonin as our tongues gently slid together. Heat washed over me from the erotic taste of our combined releases.

He pulled away first, letting out a deep sigh and resting his forehead on mine. "Fuck, you are such trouble," he chuckled breathlessly.

"Is that a bad thing?" I mused, feeling a microsecond of insecurity and wanting his reassurance.

He gave it to me in spades. "No, M. You are exactly the kind of trouble I want to be in for the rest of my life."

*****

We reached Telluride a quarter to midnight, even with our little rendezvous earlier. Our mutual releases had us both in such satisfied, goofy moods that we spent half of the remaining trip talking up a storm and the other half doing car karaoke. Of course, Bash had a great voice because evidently God liked to give with both hands when it came to him. Not that I was complaining. I benefited plenty from his sexy, talented perfection, but it would have been nice to see him suck at something for once. Well…suck at something besides my dick. Hehehe. Ugh, why am I like this?

The log cabin my parents had rented was nestled in a thicket of trees abutted by the mountains. It was a large, rustic structure that had Christmas lights decorating the outside and all over the porch"s railing. I loved that it looked both modern and rugged, cozy and inviting with the backdrop of snowy woods around it. My favorite feature was the small guest cabin that was situated about fifty yards from the main house with a massive fire pit and hot tub separating the two. My parents had offered to let us stay in the guest cabin if we preferred, and I had fought to keep my acceptance neutral to not tip them off about how badly I wanted that.

For the last few days, I had fought Bash on his idea to keep our relationship a secret from my parents for fear of his father finding out. Our parents were known to run into each other from time to time, and even kept in touch on a regular basis. He worried that they would let it slip to him that we were together, and despite him saying he had things under control with his dad"s threats, he still seemed incredibly anxious about it. After a long talk and a vigorous sixty-nine session I seduced him into, I had finally convinced him that my parents could be trusted and to tell them over Christmas break.

And that, ladies and gents, is the power of a jaw-dropping orgasm. Complete acceptance of shit you never would have agreed to in the first place. It"s like ultimate mind control.

Soft voices and the glow from the lit up Christmas tree greeted us as we walked into the main house, my dad coming around the corner in our matching family pajamas looking like a giant, dorky elf. It was possibly my idea to get them in the first place, but good luck getting me to cop to that one.

"Hey boys! It"s about time! Your mom and I were waiting up until you got here," he called across the room.

My mom shuffled in behind him in the same pajamas, but with a fluffy red robe draped around her. "Oh hi, honeys! I"m so glad you both made it safely! The guest house is all ready for you two. Your dad pulled out the sleeper sofa earlier for whoever wants it."

I held back the snicker threatening to escape me since that sleeper sofa wouldn"t be getting a lick of use the entire trip, but that"s not something I wanted to explain to my parents just yet. "Thanks dad, appreciate it. We"re gonna go hit the hay and see you guys in the morning." Bash and I hugged them both, then went to grab our bags from the car.

The guest house was a cute, smaller version of the main cabin. It was a single room with a queen bed in the very back, a small kitchenette to the left, and a gray sofa pulled out on the opposite side. A TV was mounted in the corner so you could see it from the bed. Bash and I went through our nighttime routine fast, exhausted from the sixteen hour drive and our salacious highway activities.

We crawled into the plush bed, curling up with each other in a tangle of limbs to keep warm. We whispered our "I love yous" and sleep quickly claimed us.

The next two days were filled with laughter and fun as we hung out with my parents and even hit the ski slopes for a few hours. I was utter shit at it, but Bash never once laughed at my pathetic attempts, only being patient and helpful as I found my ski legs. My dad had been skiing since he was a kid, so eventually I let him and Bash go have fun on the runs while I spent time with my mom walking around downtown Telluride.

"So how have things been since you and Bash took this next step?" my mom asked curiously, her small arm looped through mine. My parents had predictably been supportive and happy for us when we told them we were together. My mom had burst into tears and squeezed the breath from my lungs in an iron hug, and my dad just slipped a fifty from his wallet to hand to my mom, grumbling something about losing a bet.

Clearly, it didn"t come as a great shock to them. They were a bit curious why we didn"t want Bash"s dad to discover our new status, but they promised to keep it to themselves.

"Honestly, it was a rocky journey getting here, but it"s been amazing so far. Perfect, actually. In a lot of ways, nothing"s really changed for us. We still act and talk like we did when we were only best friends, but now there"s a new level to all of it. It"s not just the kissing and pet names. It"s like everything with us is just…deeper now. Does that sound stupid?" I shared with her, trying to put into adequate words how it felt being boyfriends with my bestie.

Mom just gave me a knowing smile. "Not at all, honey. That"s how it should be. You and Bash have been so close for so long, this was probably bound to happen at some point. I always thought it would."

"But he was straight…how did you know it would happen? I sure as hell never thought he"d look at me that way! He never showed any interest in guys before."

"Oh sweetie, gender has nothing to do with it. Bash didn"t fall for you because you"re a man. He fell for you because you are his person, his other half. It wouldn"t have mattered if you were a man or woman in the long run because you were both what each other needed. Your hearts match. That"s all that matters in the end." Mom"s words had my heart squeezing and a smile jumping to my face. She was right. I was starting to believe that our souls were destined to need each other, regardless of circumstances.

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean. I remember trying so hard to move on and get over him because I thought he"d never feel that way about me, but it was impossible. I can"t unlove him." I looked down just then as my phone buzzed with a text message from Bash saying he and my dad were heading our way to pick us up.

I must have had a stupid grin on my face because my mom laughed and shook her head. "Geez, you were always so obvious with your emotions, especially when it came to him. I saw it every time he was at our house, and eventually your dad saw it too," Mom giggled. "I bet him in January that you"d both get together before the year was over. Thanks for the fifty bucks, by the way. Momma needs a new pair of earrings," she joked, raising her eyebrows up and down rapidly, making me laugh.

"Just so you know," she continued, "he always looked at you the same way. Neither of you realized it, but I saw it. It was always going to be you and him, honey. I truly believe that."

I just smiled like an idiot, knowing that she was right. It was always going to be the two of us.

*****

That night was Christmas Eve, and it was tradition in my family to crank up the music and bake cookies in our family pajamas. My mom had bought a pair of matching PJs for Bash, so he wouldn"t be left out. She winked at me when he opened them and I was so grateful that my parents had constantly worked to include Bash in our family. They were the absolute best.

The kitchen in the cabin was big and well-equipped. It had a giant marble island where my dad and Bash were seated to decorate the baked cookies my mom and I had made. They looked hideous and child-like, but that just made me love them more. We were all laughing and talking, the atmosphere warm and relaxed from enjoying each other"s company.

It was everything I could have wanted for the holidays. Bash and my dad were thick as thieves, cracking jokes that had my mom rolling her eyes and throwing flour at my dad"s face. That spurred him into action as he chased my mom around the kitchen with a handful of icing that he ended up smearing all over her laughing face. When he proceeded to lick it off, I begged loudly and dramatically for them to stop the display of gooey affection, but I secretly loved every minute of it. My parents were still deeply in love and you could see the friendship that was the backbone of their marriage in every interaction.

Red-faced and breathless from laughing along with them, my eyes swung toward Bash and my heart stuttered at the look he was giving me. His gaze radiated love and longing, all of it directed at me, for me. I couldn"t take my eyes off him. He was so beautiful and when I looked at him, I saw my future.

I saw us laughing in our own kitchen one day, being idiots in love. I could see us raising a family of our own and having our kids plead with us to stop being mushy and embarrassing around them. I wanted to be baking cookies with Bash thirty years from now on Christmas Eve, still as stupidly in love as we were at this point in time. I could see it all as clearly as I saw him sitting there.

When he winked at me and mouthed "I love you", I knew without a doubt he saw the exact same future that I did.

Just then the music shifted into a song that I recognized as one of Bash"s favorites. Ed Sheeran was a guilty pleasure for him, and I had caught him listening to "Kiss Me" several times in the last few months. I wondered if he had played this song for me, and my curiosity was satisfied when he stood up and stretched his hand out to me. The invitation was clear in his glittering eyes, and I slipped my hand into his without hesitation.

He pulled us over to the open living room, his eyes never once leaving mine before he curled his strong arm around my waist and held my other hand out to the side. My free arm slid around his shoulder, bringing our bodies flush as we swayed to the music. The connection in our eyes never wavered as the raspy sweetness of the lyrics floated in the air around us.

I lost myself to the moment, basking in the unfiltered love that shone through his eyes and a smile that was reserved only for me. I forgot about everything but us, the world becoming nothing but static in the background as Bash stood in crystal clear focus. He was all my senses could take in. His smell, his arm holding me close, his features soft and adoring, and the taste of him as he closed the distance between us. His pillowy lips caressed mine, a gentle nip to my bottom lip making me tremble against him. Neither of us did anything to deepen the kiss, both saying what we needed to with that sweet, simple contact.

I love you.

You"re my everything.

I am so lucky to have you.

I am never letting you go.

When the song faded out, we pulled apart, both breathless as we stared into the other"s eyes. The smiles on our faces said it all, and we made our way back into the kitchen, hand in hand.

Soon after, we opened presents with my mom and dad, sitting around the Christmas Tree. We went round-robin with the gifts, all of us opening about four or five boxes each. Bash and I got a combination of sweaters, UT gear, books, video games, and a knitted blanket that my mom had made in burnt orange and white. The single blanket was large enough to fit two people under, proving once again that she had seen our relationship coming from a mile away.

I was anxiously excited to give Bash his present, but we had agreed to exchange them by ourselves in our cabin. A little while later once we were filled up on cookies and hot chocolate, Bash and I made our way over to our room. The shower in the small bathroom was only big enough for one person, so we took turns washing up. I took my time in the shower preparing for the other gift I planned to give Bash that night.

We eventually settled on the sofa to open the presents we got one another, both freshly showered and naked except for our sleep shorts. Bash had agreed to go first, and I was nervous about his reaction. Every year I had trouble finding a great gift for Bash, but this year seemed like the most important. After weeks of researching, I finally settled on something I think he would love.

Bash took the long, thin box wrapped in shiny silver paper and opened it carefully, like he was unwilling to damage the wrapping. His face betrayed his confusion as he stared down at the single paper ticket nestled in the white tissue paper.

"It"s a ticket to the annual Texas Technology Summit. It"s coming to Austin in March, and I thought it"d be the perfect place for your app," I explained. His eyes widened with each word I said."It"s a huge symposium of hundreds of the biggest and best tech companies and start-ups, and it"s known to be a fantastic place to network if you"re wanting to go in to the tech field. I figured you could try to market your app and make connections there that might help you sell it one day. If nothing else, you"d learn a ton of new stuff and meet people who might be helpful when you graduate and are looking for a job."

Bash stared at me in amazement, his mouth hanging open in awe. "Micah…this is incredible. I can"t believe you got me a ticket to this thing! It didn"t even cross my mind how perfect that would be to get some insight on my app and how to meet potential buyers! Baby, you are amazing!" He grabbed my face with both hands, hauling me to him in a hard, messy kiss that had me lightheaded and aroused in a heartbeat. Almost as soon as it started, he ended the kiss and grinned at me. "Thank you so much, love. It"s perfect!"

I bit my lip to contain my smile, relief spreading through me that he ended up loving it. He then handed me a small, square box in dark blue paper with a light blue ribbon around it. Unlike him, I ripped into it in a fit of impatience and eagerness.

He chuckled next to me. "Good Lord, you are like a child with Christmas presents, you know that?" However, his teasing tone and warm smile let me know he loved that part of me.

I opened the box and saw a business card sitting on top with a date and time scrawled across it.

Inkheart Tattoos, June 1st at 2pm.

"Bash, what…" I started to ask him what it was for until I noticed the neatly folded piece of paper beneath the card. Carefully opening it, I gasped when I saw the drawing that was revealed.

It was an intricate, fine line rendering of the tree of life with the psychology symbol hidden in the trunk and extending into the branches. The roots curled and twisted, but an infinity symbol was darkened in the midst of the tangle. It was beautiful and I loved it.

"Is this…for me?" I asked, then realized how stupid that question was. "I mean, this is a tattoo made for me?"

Bash looked up sheepishly, seeming as nervous as I was earlier about his gift. "Yeah, it was drawn specifically for you. I looked into some of the best tattoo artists in the Austin area, and this guy was one of the best rated. I met with him, looked at his stuff, and was really impressed. I had him design it based on what I told him, then I paid for an appointment for the day after final exams. I know how long you"ve wanted a tattoo, and I thought this one would be a celebration of finishing the year and a good luck charm moving into the last year of your degree. Do you like it?…"

Before the last words were out of his mouth, I placed the paper and card on the side table and dove for his mouth. He caught me in his arms, gripping my hair to maneuver my head exactly where he wanted to take control of the kiss. He gave me just enough slack to crawl into his lap, straddling him and ravaging his plush lips. His hands roamed the contours of my naked back and shoulders, groaning when I plunged into his mouth and sucked gently on his tongue.

The kiss slowly changed, shifting into something slower and more meaningful. We parted for air, our breaths mingling in the tiny distance between us. For long seconds, we simply looked at each other, chests heaving and hearts pounding. His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back again, but he made no move to kiss me. I willed him to see the truth of what I wanted in my eyes. I saw the second the realization came to him and beautiful acceptance swept across his face.

Bash didn"t need me to tell him what I wanted. He never did. Our hearts understood each other in the silence.

Without a word spoken, he gripped under my legs and stood us up, carrying me to the bed while we continued to hold each other"s gaze. He laid me down carefully and covered my body with his own. His hand cupped my jaw before he leaned down to kiss me again, a slow assault on my senses that I felt down to my bones. He pulled back a few moments later, a question on his features.

"Are you sure, M? I"m okay if you still want to wait," he said gently, his tone reverent and loving.

I reached up to run my hand to the back of his neck, dragging his lips back to mine in a brief kiss. "I"m sure. I want this more than anything, Bash. Please, baby…make love to me."

*****

Bastian

I stared down at Micah, my heart beating so painfully hard in my chest that I thought it would break through my ribs. I had never minded us waiting to take this step because Micah had never seemed sure anytime it came up. I knew he was nervous about the pain, and I thought a small part of him also was scared to fully accept that I was in this completely. That I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

His words triggered a cascade of lust to flow through my system, thickening my cock at a rapid pace. I crawled off the bed to grab the items I had packed on the off chance that Micah had wanted this on the trip. When I brought back the lube and folded paper, he gave me a puzzled look. I unfolded the paper and handed it to him.

"Test results?" Micah asked after reading it briefly. He glanced back up at me, expectant and maybe a bit hopeful.

"Yeah…I got tested right after Thanksgiving for you. I knew that whenever we got to this point, I wouldn"t want any barriers between us. It should be nothing but you and me, M." I saw the tears spring up in his espresso eyes, and I hoped I had read his reaction right.

"Bash…I want that too. I want to feel nothing else but you inside me," he whispered, his voice shaking slightly with emotion. It made my chest squeeze and my throat feel tight. My sweet, beautiful Micah.

I grabbed his ankles and yanked him closer to where I stood at the foot of the bed. I peeled off his shorts and tossed them behind me. Once I had stripped down as well, I knelt on the bed between his outstretched legs after he pulled himself toward the headboard. I kissed a slow trail up his body, starting at his calf and moving up to his chest. I paused to lick and bite at his nipples, making the dusty pink buds pucker under my tongue. Micah"s soft moans swirled around in my head like a sweet melody. I kissed and caressed his silky skin, making my way up to his creamy lips that I never got enough of, no matter how many times I"d tasted him.

Once his lips were swollen and red, I leaned back to grab the bottle of lube and slicked up two of my fingers. Micah kept his eyes pinned to the movement, and I pressed the lightest kisses to his forehead, eyelid, cheek and nose.

"It"s okay, baby. I promise I won"t do anything to hurt you," I assured him. He nodded his head, the trust he held for me unmistakable. "Spread your legs for me, gorgeous."

Micah legs opened wide and framed my body as I laid on top of him. I licked and sucked at his neck as I moved my hand down past his rock-solid cock to his crease. My fingers searched out his warm hole, circling around the rim and making him writhe beneath me. His hands gripped onto my shoulders tightly and breathing in sharply as one finger breached his entrance. I worked it in slowly, still nipping lightly at his skin to keep his attention off any burn that might happen.

"Jesus, you"re tight baby. You"re like a vice around just one finger. I can"t wait to feel you take my cock," I grunted, already leaking slightly at the thought of it. Micah whimpered as a second digit joined the first, pumping in and out of him slowly.

"Oh ffffu—Bash, more. Give me more, I can take it," he gasped, arching into my touch.

"You"re so greedy, baby. Your perfect, little hole is practically begging for my dick, isn"t it? Is that what you want? For me to fill your ass full of my cock?"

"Holy shit, Bash, yes…I want your cock inside me. I want you to fucking own me, make me yours."

His pleas wrapped around my dick and made it throb, pulsing out more precum as I added a third finger in his hole, scissoring my fingers carefully to stretch him out. He was grunting and moaning from the sensations, a mess of needy sounds that were making me lose my goddamn mind before I was even inside him.

"You are mine, baby. In every fucking way that matters, but I"m about to fuck you so good that you"ll feel me for days." He let out another desperate whimper, and I removed my fingers to lather up my cock in lube. "You"re so ready for me, aren"t you? Do you want my cock, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Bash, please fuck me…I need to feel you inside me…" Micah pleaded, the heat in his eyes blistering.

I pushed his thighs further apart and settled between them, hovering just inches above him while braced on one arm. I gripped my dick and pressed it to his slick, hot opening. I caught his eyes and stared into them, not wanting to look away for a second as I slowly entered him.

Micah"s breath caught in his throat as the tip pushed past the first ring of muscle, and a deep groan escaped from my chest. "Fuuuck, babe…you feel incredible. Damn, you"re so tight…" I had to close my eyes and steady myself so I didn"t come just from the single inch I had in his body. I knew being inside Micah would be amazing, but this was fucking euphoric and I wasn"t even all the way in yet.

"B-bash..move, baby. I need you to move," Micah gasped out, his whole body shaking under mine. I brought my lips to his, swallowing his groans as I rocked forward a little more, burying more of myself in his silky, hot channel.

On the fourth thrust, I slid all the way home and we both groaned at the pure bliss of it.

"Oh Jesus…Micah baby, your ass is fucking perfection. God, I can barely move it"s so tight around me…" I stayed still inside him for a moment, the heat of his body setting me on fire and burning me alive. "I"m gonna move now…you okay?"

He nodded his head rapidly, swallowing hard enough I could hear it. He was clamped around me so tensely that I knew I"d hurt him if he didn"t relax.

"Hey baby, look at me," I urged him softly. Micah"s eyes met mine and I saw the pleasure tinged with fear and pain. "It"s okay, M. Relax for me, sweetheart. Let me in…" I stroked his inner thigh with my hand, feeling the muscles loosen under my touch. I captured his lips in a deep kiss, letting every ounce of love I felt for him pour out of me and into him. He whined low and needy as I started to thrust gently in and out of him.

He fell apart under me, breaking free of my kiss and letting go of the sounds being drawn out of him. "Oh my God…Bash…I can"t believe how good you feel inside me. I want it all, baby…I want all of you."

I was nothing but sensation. My body vibrating with heat and breath and pleasure and love. I pumped into Micah"s body in long, deep strokes, getting as close to him as I could. I looked down to see our bodies joined together, the sight making me groan. "Fuck, Micah…seeing my cock sliding in and out of you is so sexy. You take me so well, baby…"

The moans, grunts, and slapping of skin blended together in beautiful harmony, providing the perfect soundtrack to our lovemaking. It was an aria that we had been building toward for years, and I wanted to play it every day for the rest of our lives. I wanted to get lost in the heavenly melody that was us.

"Bash…I need you deeper," Micah cried softly, his fingers digging into my back and pulling me into him. Wanting to give him everything he asked for, I leaned up and grabbed his knees, pushing them back up to his chest. I rocked into him again, this time going deeper than before and it was absolute Nirvana.

I must"ve pegged his prostate on my next pass because Micah let out a blissful shout, his back arching up off the bed as I tunneled into him. "Oh fuck me! That"s it, baby! Right there…fuck, don"t stop! It"s so good…" Micah was thrashing under me, his moans crescendoing in time with the hard thrusts of my hips as I pounded into him.

"Fucking hell, M…you"re gonna make me come so hard. I want to shoot my cum so deep inside you that you"ll never be rid of me. You"ll always have a piece of me in you…"

His eyes squeezed shut and he whimpered like he was in pain. "God yes, I need it so much! Please please, baby, give it to me. Come inside me, Bash…" Holy fucking shit, I"m gonna lose it from that filthy, sexy mouth of his…

"I"ll give you every single drop, beautiful. Tell me first, Micah. You can"t come until you tell me." He must"ve seen the plea in my eyes, saw exactly what I needed from him without saying it.

He wrapped his hands around the back of my neck, drawing me down to him until his lips brushed mine with his next words. "I love you. I love you so much," he whispered. It was everything I needed to hear and more.

"I love you so fucking much, M. Come for me, baby. Milk my cock with your sweet little hole," I grunted, pistoning hard against that electric point inside him. I knew I was in the right spot when he started convulsing under me, his mouth open on a silent scream.

"Oh God, Bash…you"re…I"m going to…" he gasped and moaned. Before I had even touched him, his rigid length jerked and cum spilled from the tip, covering his stomach and chest. The erotic sight of Micah coming hands-free and in long ropes of sticky, white release was enough to shove me over the edge.

"Oh my God, Micah…shit, I"m gonna…fucking come!" My words came out on a hoarse shout as I shattered, my climax rushing through my veins and spurting hard inside him. His ass gripped my cock in a fiery hold, the heat and pressure of it milking me of everything I had to give. My head was swimming, the heaven we created together with our release inimitable, unequaled to anything I had ever felt.

I kept thrusting in his ass, slower and more deliberate as I pushed my cum as deep as it could go. I wanted it to soak into his veins, his muscles, his bones. I wanted to mark him like a brand on his heart, on his very soul. I wanted it so that he"d never be free of me just as I"d never be free of him.

His soft grunts and whimpers as I moved within him told me he didn"t mind one bit. My dick finally softened and slid out of him right as I collapsed, drained of every bit of energy from my explosive orgasm.

I felt Micah"s soft kisses on the side of my neck, his hands stroking my back as we caught our breath and slowed our heart rates. When I came back to myself, I lifted off of him and rolled to the side facing him. He rolled to mirror me, grabbing my hand between us as a comfortable, intimate silence filled the room.

We took our time touching softly, his hand stroking my cheek while my hand pushed back his hair. He kissed my fingertips as I kissed his palm. I was consumed with the quiet intensity of the moment, every feeling I had for Micah and what we just experienced threatening to overwhelm me. I didn"t even realize I was crying until Micah brushed a tear away, matching streaks appearing on his face as his own tears spilled.

"Fuck, this is embarrassing," I laughed soundlessly, sniffling and blinking away the tears. "I"ve never had this happen before…"

Micah smiled sweetly at me, shuffling forward to lean his head against mine and interlocking our hands, bringing them up between us. "It"s okay, BB…I feel it too. This was…I don"t even have words for it," he giggled lightly, a low lilting sound that brought a smile to my face. Fuck, how is he this adorable?

"It was perfect, MM. It was everything it was meant to be and more. I didn"t hurt you, did I, baby?"

"No, Bash, you could never hurt me," he whispered, kissing me with a light brush of his lips on mine. "You gave me everything I asked for. I love you so much, BB."

I was entranced by him, completely enamored by this loving, compassionate man in front of me. Micah"s love was in my bones, poured over them like liquid metal, reinforcing them and making me stronger. He had seeped into the very atoms that made up my body, fusing us together at a cellular level. I was forever changed because of him, and I was a better man for it.

"You are my world, Micah baby. I will always do my best to give you whatever you ask for, whatever you need."

"What if all I ask for is forever? What if I just need you?" He looked at me with a vulnerability that made my heart ache. I had a powerful urge to wrap him in my arms and never let go.

"You have me, Micah. You are my forever."