CHAPTER 27

Bastian

Micah and I got back to my apartment an hour later, and I could feel the palpable tension in the air around us. It was tinged with desire, longing, and love. Neither of us spoke as we left our shoes in the entry way and dropped our phones on the kitchen island.

I reached out a hand to Micah and led him to the bedroom, the one that would soon be ours. Him accepting my idea to move in meant the world to me, more than I could easily express. I"d just have to show him without words how important he was and what his decision did to me.

I grabbed his hips and tugged him to me until our bodies collided, and I kissed him leisurely, taking the time to explore his mouth with my tongue. I grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, breaking our kiss just long enough to clear it over his head. We resumed our languid embrace, my hands trailing over the smooth expanse of Micah"s chest and stomach. He dragged my shirt over my head and tossed it to join his on the floor. His warm hands mimicked mine as we roved over the other"s body, familiar to us as as our own.

Micah walked forward, pushing me back to the bed, my knees hitting the edge and causing me to sit down. He then crawled on top of me, straddling my lap and running his hands through my hair as his mouth devoured mine. He swallowed my groans as I inhaled his deep sighs, the heat between us escalating to a stifling degree. I needed more.

I grabbed under his ass firmly and stood up with him in my arms, turning to lay him down on the bed as I covered his body with my own. I kissed down his chest, sucking little love bites into his skin while I undid his pants and removed them. He squirmed beneath me, small gasps and moans being drawn out with each nip and bite I laid on him. I stood up to take in his naked beauty, admiring his pale skin and the thin trail of dark hair that started under his belly button and ran south in a tantalizing path to his hardened dick, the tip glistening with precum. He looked so delicious that I couldn"t help myself.

I bent over his waist, lapping at his sticky slit to taste all the wetness gathered there. Micah jerked as his hands gripped my hair tightly, the sting making my aching cock throb and leak in response. I took his cockhead into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip and then running over the sensitive spot just underneath it that had him writhing for me.

"God, Bash…I need to feel you. Please," he gasped out, yanking a little harder on my hair in a clear sign that he wasn"t in the mood for teasing tonight. I didn"t mind because I was just as hungry for him as he seemed to be for me.

I quickly divested myself of my jeans and underwear, watching his eyes grow hooded with lust as he took in my engorged length, licking his lips as if he could almost taste me on him. "On your stomach, beautiful. Ass in the air," I commanded sensually. Micah didn"t hesitate, flipping over and drawing his knees up under him so his round, plush ass was on display for me.

Without warning, I grabbed his cheeks and split them apart to dive into his inviting hole. The second my tongue made contact with his puckered rim, Micah fell apart for me.

"Oh my God! Ffffuck, I love your tongue so much…eat me, baby. Make me scream for it," Micah moaned, squirming as I sucked at his sweet hole, making the most obscene noises. I swirled my tongue around his rim, fucking him with it as I delved in as much as I could to soften him up. There was an endless stream of groans and gasps coming from Micah as I ate him like it"d be the last time. I couldn"t get enough of him.

"B-bash…holy shit, I need your cock. I can"t take anymore…please," he gasped out, hands gripping the sheets tightly. With one final lick, I pulled back and stood up. I grabbed Micah"s hand and helped him to stand before taking his place on the bed, my head propped up slightly by the pillows as I laid on my back.

"Come here, gorgeous. Get on top of me."

My raspy command had him moving, and he crawled on the bed to once again sit astride me, his legs on either side of my hips. Micah ground down on my dick beneath him, and I threw my head back at the incredible friction. I took his hips in a strong hold, halting his movements.

"Grab the lube, baby," I growled, nodding my head to the bedside table. He took out the bottle and opened it before holding it out as if to pour it on me. I presented him with three of my fingers to slick up, and he drizzled the cold liquid on them. My eyes never leaving his, I reached around to his crease, finding his warm hole again.

When my first finger breached the snug entrance, Micah gasped audibly and leaned forward over me, giving me better access as his lips placed gentle kisses to my neck and chest. I wasted no time in opening him up, my one finger quickly becoming three as I stretched and prepped him, his moans and incoherent noises spurring me on.

When I had three fingers buried in his ass, I crooked them until I found the spongy button that I loved playing with so much. The second I ran over it, Micah let out a strangled cry, his head tossed back in pleasure. "Fuck baby, I need you inside me…please Bash, give me your cock."

His begging was my undoing. I withdrew my fingers and lubed up my shaft to get it nice and wet for him. He leaned back and positioned himself over me, and I placed the tip of my cock against his hot, tight hole.

"Take me, M. Take every fucking inch," I rasped, my head spinning with feral need for him.

Micah balanced himself with his hands on my chest as he slowly sunk down on me, his ass opening up to accept my entire, thick length in one smooth movement. The second he was fully seated on me, our groans tangled together as we both adjusted to the feel of our bodies coming together in blissful perfection.

I opened my eyes and the sight of Micah on top of me, his eyes hazy with lust, his sweet lips parted and panting out fast breaths had me nearly coming on the spot. By some miracle, I got a hold of myself and once again gripped his waist in my hands, urging him up my cock before he dropped back down.

We both moaned again, the sensation exquisite. "Ride me, baby. Make yourself feel good on my dick," I coaxed him.

He didn"t need to be told twice. Micah started up a slow rhythm, moving up and down on my shaft in a steady pace that had electricity coursing through my veins and my eyes rolling back in my head. He was an absolute vision. His hair was sweaty and plastered to his face, his cheeks ruddy and pink, his chest moving with heavy breaths. I"d never be sick of this sight for as long as I lived.

"Oh fuck…Bash, you"re so hard inside me. Your cock feels so fucking good," Micah moaned, his eyes scrunched up as ecstasy flooded his features.

"Christ baby, you"re so tight and wet around me. You look so sexy riding my cock like that. Look at you, taking every inch of me like you were made to," I growled, thrusting up into him hard and causing him to cry out.

"Oh shit, I want more. Give me more, Bash, I want everything you have to give me," he pleaded, his nails scoring my chest as another wave of pleasure hit him. I hissed at the sensation as it sent jolts of lightning straight to my groin.

Without warning, I sat up and wrapped my arms around Micah, flipping him beneath me and thrusting up into him in a powerful stroke.

"FUCK!" Micah shouted, his head thrown back, arching off the bed.

I stayed inside him, buried to the hilt and unmoving until he opened his eyes to look into mine. What he saw in my gaze had him falling silent as the atmosphere shifted and grew even heavier, our untamed desire morphing into an all-consuming, quiet passion that threatened to drown us both. If that was the case, I"d go gratefully to the depths with him.

With my eyes locked on his, I reached down to grab both his hands, intertwining our fingers and bringing them next to his head on the pillow. I started to move inside him again, pumping my hips gradually, keeping my thrusts even and deep. I didn"t want to go fast, didn"t want to rush this. I wanted to feel every silky, smooth pass as I sunk into his beautiful body as deep as I could go.

Our breaths merged in the tiny space between us, the only sound coming from us as I drove into him slowly. The heaviness of the moment became overwhelming, every feeling stirred up and rushing to the surface as our connection deepened. I could barely breathe, my chest squeezing tight as if an invisible fist had it in a crushing hold. I knew the instant Micah felt it too.

His eyes filled with tears, overflowing and spilling down his soft cheeks. "Bash?…"

"I know, baby…I feel it too…it"s okay, I"ve got you." I promised him, my throat tightening with building emotion.

"It"s just…it"s so much…I feel…" his voice watery and shaky, and I felt his grip on my hands tighten even more.

"It"s okay, Micah, just feel me…feel us, baby. I"m right here with you. Just let go." I bent down to brush my lips over his, reassuring him that I wouldn"t let him fall without catching him.

Micah whimpered and wrapped his legs around my waist, the motion bringing me impossibly deep on my next thrust. I cried out hoarsely and Micah convulsed and yelped in a way that told me I had hit his prostate. I kept thrusting on that same spot, hitting at that secret button that had the power to make him come completely undone for me.

"Oh Jesus…right there! Fuck me harder, Bash! Make me come, baby," Micah pleaded, his voice cracking as his pleasure rose to new heights.

"Come on, gorgeous, give it up to me. I want you to come all the fuck over my cock. Show me how good I make you feel. Fucking come for me," I commanded.

"I need your hand, baby. Touch me so I can come," Micah moaned, but I wouldn"t unlock our joined hands.

"No, baby. Come untouched for me. I know you can do it…be a good boy and give it to me. I want you to fucking soak me," I groaned, getting dangerously close to unloading in his tight ass. Micah whimpered, his face a blend of pain and bliss. I fucked into him harder, pistoning my hips in wild abandon to drive him past the point of no return.

I drove in two more times and Micah erupted on a loud shout, his nails digging into the tops of my hand and his taut body arching under mine as his cum sprayed out in thick ropes between our stomachs, smearing us with the creamy white evidence of his pleasure.

The sight of Micah"s climax had mine barreling through me with such force that I almost blacked out, spots breaking out in my vision. "Holy fuck, Micah! I"m coming in you, baby…" My dick spouted off jets of hot cum deep inside him, filling him so much that it overflowed as I continued to thrust in and out of him, prolonging the feeling for us both.

"Yes! Fucking fill me…I want all of you," Micah mewled, his own cock spurting out one last time from the extra stimulation of my thrusts.

"I love you…I love you…" I mumbled incoherently, no longer aware of time or space as my orgasm launched me into a realm away from here. All I was cognizant of was absolute euphoria washing over me, passing through me in waves that had me fighting for breath. All I could repeat were those three words over and over because they were the only thing I could hold onto in that moment. The only thing grounding me to bring me back to earth. Back to him.

I was unsure how long it had taken for me to get my bearings again, but when I came to I was partially on top of Micah, his hands stroking my hair and my leg slung over both of his. We were both still panting hard, sweaty and exhausted from our earth-shattering releases.

I propped up on one elbow to look down at him, his breathtaking, flushed face making my stomach flip. He smiled up at me in a daze, biting his bottom lip as he took me in. I kissed him briefly before getting up to head to the bathroom.

After cleaning myself off, I brought a warm, damp rag back to wipe Micah down. He practically purred as I took care of him, a peaceful smile on his lips as I finished up. I tossed the rag in the hamper, and shuffled back under the covers. Micah turned away from me and stuck out his ass a bit in what I now recognized as his request for spooning. He knew how much I loved it.

I cuddled up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist and tucking him into the curve of my body as close as I could get him. He hummed with satisfaction, grabbing my hand to bring to his lips so he could kiss my fingertips. The loving gesture had my heart skipping a beat, and peace settled deep in my bones.

"This is what I want every night, M. You right here in my arms where you belong," I whispered to him in the dark.

I could sense his smile before he spoke, feeling it like a living thing. "I"ve always belonged to you, Bash. You"ve had my heart for longer than I even knew."

His confession brought a smile to my face and I squeezed him to me. I kissed him on the back of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent of citrus and sandalwood. "Sleep, my love. You"re home."

*****

I woke up to a muffled ringing coming from somewhere inside the apartment. In my exhausted state, it took me a minute to recognize it as my phone going off. I groaned inwardly, wanting to know who was bothering me before the sun was fully up. I glanced over to the window where the rays were barely flooding in, hinting that it wasn"t even seven in the morning yet.

I sighed deeply and looked over to the curled up figure next to me. We had disconnected sometime in the night, but seeing Micah nestled in my bed, our bed, first thing upon waking was everything I had been wishing for. I didn"t want to rush him, but I was content to move him in that weekend if he was game for it. I carefully placed a featherlight kiss to his forehead, not wanting to wake him yet. Last night"s activities had drained us both, and he needed the rest.

I climbed out of bed and tossed on my underwear to go hunt down my screeching phone. It had stopped and started at least twice now, and I was getting irritated by the persistence of whoever was calling me. I found it on my kitchen island, and unlocked it to see the damage.

My stomach sank as I noticed five missed calls from my father, and ice rippled down my spine. I didn"t know why, but intuitively I knew this couldn"t be good. My hand shook as the phone went off in my hand again and I answered it gingerly.

"Dad?" I asked, working to keep my voice steady from my nerves.

"I"d ask what took you so long to answer my calls, but I think I have a fairly good idea now. I wanted to make you aware that I petitioned the court to have your mother committed to a psychiatric facility out of concern that she is a danger to herself. She was processed yesterday and will be unreachable until further notice." My father"s cold, detached voice reached me across the line as if he had physically come out of the phone and had me by the throat.

"What the fuck do you mean she"s been processed? We had a goddamn deal!" I fought to keep from shouting and my voice quaked from the effort.

"You broke that deal the second you ended things with Ainsley for your little queer boyfriend. I warned you what would happen, and I"m merely showing you that I am a man of my word. I just wish I could say the same for my disappointing son," he sneered, his tone dripping with contempt and anger.

My entire body was shaking, adrenaline and fear raging through me and overpowering my senses. My mind raced as I tried to figure out how he could have found out about me and Micah. Did Ainsley go back on her word? Had she finally got fed up and told him everything? I decided to play dumb in case he was bluffing, but deep down I understood that I had been caught. I had fucked up everything.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I didn"t break up with Ainsley, and you had no right to do that to mom! She"s never been a danger to herself and you know it! The only danger to her is you!" I barely registered the movement behind me that could only come from Micah, but I couldn"t look at him. Not now.

"Don"t you take that tone with me, boy! You are damn lucky I am not cutting you off without a cent to your name, and believe me, I would if I didn"t think it would damage my campaign. You aren"t half as clever as you think you are, Bastian," my father barked out loudly. "The Whittens were in the city visiting their daughter for the break, and they called me to say they had seen you two together. They saw you and that Russo kid all over each other in the park, flaunting yourselves out in public in a disgusting display. My son, the homo lover. I didn"t raise you to be this unacceptably stupid!" he raged over the line.

Sharp, stabbing pain hit me in the chest as I struggled to take in a breath. They had seen us. Ainsley and her godforsaken parents had seen me and Micah kissing and holding each other the day of our picnic. How could I be so fucking stupid? My dad was right about that part…oh fuck, what am I gonna do?

"You can"t take your anger out on mom like this! This isn"t her fault!" I pleaded, tears threatening to fall as despair mixed in with the fury wracking my body.

"It doesn"t matter if it was her fault or not. I thought that was the one condition that would have you seeing sense, but I evidently was wrong. You betrayed me and made me look like a fool to the Whittens, and it"s only a matter of time before word of your disturbing proclivities gets around. If this is the only thing that makes you understand how much grief you"ve caused me, then so be it."

I let out a frustrated yell, unable to contain all the overwhelming emotions that were making my head feel as though it would split in two. "You fucking bastard! I will fight you on this! I will go to a judge and get him to reverse the order. I"ll do whatever it takes to get mom out and away from you!" I yelled.

My warning didn"t phase him. He simply sniffed over the line and continued calmly like I hadn"t just lost my ever-loving mind. "Do what you must, but the action is quite irreversible unless I intervene. If you were to see the light and beg for Ainsley"s forgiveness, then we might have a deal. However, you"d be lucky if the Whittens let you near their daughter again. No use reaching out to your mother either, Bastian. She had her personal effects taken when they admitted her, so there is no way to contact her. I hope for her sake you make a better decision this time around." He hung up without another word.

My mouth fell open and I was frozen, rooted to the spot as my mind tried to process the last few minutes.

"Bash?…" Micah"s soft voice filtered in through the turmoil in my head, but I ignored him. I decided to try my mother"s cell despite what my father said, but it went straight to voicemail. I tried again twice in a fit of panic as I realized that he must not have been bluffing.

In a blinding moment of outrage, I threw my phone against the wall with a shout, grabbing my hair and yanking it hard. The pain was just enough to pull me back and give me some clarity over the moment. Micah rushed over to me, trying to grab for my hands to remove them from my scalp.

"No! Don"t touch me!" I barked, backing away out of his reach. He looked at me like I had slapped him, eyes wide and slightly frightened.

"But…I don"t understand, what happened?" he murmured. The common urge to take him in my arms and soothe him was crushed by the anger and guilt blaring in my brain.

"What happened? My mother was locked up in a psych ward because of me! Because I was too fucking selfish to keep her safe!" I yelled, tears muddling my vision of him.

Micah looked bewildered, eyebrows pulled low as he tried to make sense of what I was saying. "What do you mean? I don"t get it, why would your father do that to her?"

I let out a frustrated growl and started pacing the room like a caged animal. "He did it because he found out about you and me. This is what I was afraid of the whole time. This is the one thing I worked so hard to avoid and why I couldn"t choose you to begin with! This all happened because of YOU!" I lost it. My heart was screaming at me to stop right then before I said things I couldn"t take back, but I was well past any good sense. I was nothing but fire and fury, blind to everything I felt for him.

"Me??" Micah grated. I could tell when the pieces clicked into place for him. "Is that…is that what your dad"s real threat was? Is that what had you so scared to choose us from the beginning?"

He took my silence as confirmation, and he scoffed, shaking his head. "I don"t believe it…why would you keep that from me? Why would you lie to me and say you had everything under control with him when this is what was at stake? Why didn"t you trust me with that, Bash?"

"Because I was a goddamn idiot!" I snarled. "I couldn"t let you go despite everything, even knowing what it could cost me. I chose you thinking that it would be okay, that it couldn"t possibly go wrong, but it did! This is all my fault! I never should have started any of this with you! I ruined everything that night at UNT. I never should have kissed you to begin with!"

Micah"s face fell instantaneously, the wrath of my words unlocking the secret I had kept hidden away from him for months. I knew he realized it. I felt our foundation crack and shatter at my feet with that single sentence.

I stared at him, holding my breath as I begged God to be able to take back what I just said, to put Pandora back in the box I had just thoughtlessly opened.

"Oh my God…no. Oh no, you didn"t…please tell me you didn"t do that to me," Micah cried, his voice pleading through a river of tears making their way down his beautiful, devastated face. "Please tell me you didn"t lie to me about that."

I couldn"t tell him that. I couldn"t take back what I had said, and he saw the truth in my eyes. I remembered that night. I remembered every second of it.

Micah"s tears came harder, his sobs wrenching my heart and flaying me alive, but I was stuck in my own guilt. There was no forcing myself to his side to comfort him because there was no fixing this.

"How could you? You lied to me! Not just once, but so many times that I don"t even think you know all of them!" he screamed at me, the desolation wrecking him. "I have never lied to you, Bash. I never could. I trusted you more than any other person on the planet and you fucking stabbed me in the back! You remembered everything about our night together! You knew how much it meant to me because I fucking told you so, and you pretended to forget?! How could you do that to me?"

His words gutted me alive, making me wish I could curl up in a ball on the carpet and never move again. I had ruined him, ruined us. It wasn"t just my mom who suffered because of me, but Micah as well. It was all because of me.

Micah stomped back into the bedroom, rustling noises of clothes being thrown on reaching my ears. I just stood there, hardly breathing and my heart barely beating.

He came thundering out of the room, not sparing me another glance on his way to the front door with his bag fully packed and thrown over his shoulder. That one sight knocked me out of my stupor enough to call out to him.

"Micah, wait!" I reached out even though he was far away. He spun around, his face painted with tears of anger and heartbreak.

"NO!" he shouted, stopping me in my tracks. "Don"t you fucking come near me! I never…I never thought you"d make me hate you. I thought it was impossible, but no. I hate you. I hate you for ruining us from the start. We never stood a chance, not when you can"t stop lying to me. I doubt you can even be honest with yourself. Leave me the fuck alone and don"t contact me again! Go to hell, Bastian!"

With that, he flung open the front door and marched out, slamming it behind him with a deafening finality. The moment I heard my full name fall from his lips, I broke. I crumpled to the floor and let misery pull me under.