Page 56 of Choose Me

“Wait.What?”

I laugh because Jules is feeling better, I’ve told him I love him, and he’s said it back. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of my chest. “You told me.”

Jules looks utterly perplexed. “When?”

“The night of my graduation party. When I tucked you into the car and fastened your seatbelt, you said it.”

He covers his face with his hands. “Oh my god.”

“Jules.” I pull his hands from his face and tilt his chin up. “Elskling, look at me.“ Reluctantly, he lifts his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was sweet. But I’m so happy you still feel that way. I was afraid you’d find someone else while I was gone. But when you hadn’t, I hoped maybe…”

“Erik.” He drags his fingers through my beard and pushes onto his toes, kissing me softly. “There was only ever you.”

So many emotions crowd my chest, making it ache, but in a good way. I crush my lips to his, turning his sweet kiss demanding. “I need you. I need you so much.”

He eagerly slips his arms around my neck, pulling himself up and wrapping his legs around my waist. I grab his ass and turn us around, heading for the stairs, taking them two at a time, and striding down the hall, picking up the pace when I hear Pita’s collar tags jingling behind me. “Sorry boy. Jules is mine.” I kick the bedroom door shut before he can nose his way in.

Jules laughs until I turn around and shove him against the door, letting him slip lower so our hips line up and our cocks press together. “Fuck, yes.”

“Tell me what you want.” I lean in and kiss along his neck, breathing in the warm scent of his skin.

He rocks his hips forward. “You.”

“Need you to be a bit more specific.” I drag my teeth across the muscle at the base of his neck and he gasps, pressing closer.

“I want…” His legs tighten around my waist and he rolls against me. “But…”

His hesitation makes me stop. I lean back and let the wall help hold him up so I can cup his face with my hands. “Jules, I need you to tell me. We won’t do anything you don’t want.”

“I want you. I want it so much, but…” He shakes out his hands, and that puts a stop to everything.

I carry him to the bed and sit down with him. “But what,elskling?”

“What if I’m not any good at it? Plus, aren’t I supposed to…” He waves in the general direction of the bathroom. “I mean, don’t people usually do things so it’s…” He waves his hands again and then covers his face. “I’m fucking this up. And not in a good way.”

I gently pull his hands away from his face. “Hey, look at me.” I wait until he raises his eyes. “So, I’m just gonna say a few things, and if I don’t cover anything you’re worried about, then you’ll have to be more specific, but I’ll try to hit the main points.”

He nods, relief and hope on his face. “Okay, so douching.” His blush is immediate, and scarlet, and it’s adorable, but I keep my face neutral. No need to embarrass him any more than he already is. “Some people do and some don’t. I’m fine with whatever you’re comfortable with. We’re both hygiene conscious, young, healthy, and as far as I know, neither of us has issues with regularity, so there shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Oh my god, Erik!” Jules covers his face again and I can’t help my laugh.

“What? It’s a bodily function, nothing more. As long as you’ve showered, there’s nothing else to worry about, as far as I’m concerned. Unless it makesyoufeel better. And let’s be real, at some point there probably will be—”

He slaps a hand over my mouth. “Don’t say it!”

I laugh and keep talking against his palm. “But it’s not gonna stop me either way.”

“I would like to die now, please.” He drops his hands into his lap.

I lean in and kiss him softly. “Now, tell me what you want, and I’ll do my absolute best to make it feel incredible.”

That seems to calm him. “I want you inside me.”

“You’re sure?”

Jules nods almost frantically. “God, yes. I’ve been fantasizing about it for years. And you know I…”—his eyes dart around the room, avoiding mine—“...have toys.”

Dear god, he’s too fucking adorable. “Then your wish is my command.” I cup his jaw with my palms and kiss him slowly until he relaxes. “Off.” I slip my hands under both layers of shirts, pushing them up his torso. “Want to touch you.”

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