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“T—Tom—Tommy!” Rowan cries, pushing on my shoulder and shoving his arm between our perspiring bodies.

Between us, Rowan takes hold of his shaft. That raging, purple tip is dribbling fluid. My stomach and his are glistening with it, and more drools over his abs now.

“Fu—Fuck, I’m—” he whimpers before biting hard on his bottom lip.

I prop myself higher and replace Rowan’s hand with mine so he can clamp both his hands over his mouth. I pump his length twice as fast as I fuck him. In a matter of seconds, he’sgrunting into his palms as cum sluices from his pulsing cock to join the puddle of pre across his body.

The sight enraptures me, ironically keeping me from climax with how intently I’m focused on providing Rowan’s. When he’s spent enough to gasp and tug my hand from his shaft, I reseal our bodies together, glued with his spunk, and I moan into his ear that I’m close.

Hugging his arms around me, Rowan breathlessly murmurs, “That’s it. That’s it, baby boy. Come for me. Let it out.”

“Fuck!” I grunt against his cheek as I feel an electrical current of pleasure overwhelm my senses. My hips go wild, rutting inside Rowan with abandon while I empty my balls as deep inside him as I can reach.

Time ceases to exist. There are no seconds, only heartbeats. I melt on top of Rowan like I’m made of water, and I count each soft thump from Rowan’s chest like I’m counting sheep at bedtime. As sweaty and sticky as I am, nothing beats this feeling. The euphoria of just beinghere,withhim.

“I love you, Tommy,” Rowan says before kissing my heated cheek.

I hum, testing out my post-coital voice box. I turn my head and kiss Rowan’s lips. “I love you too.”

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Rowan

It takes only minutes for Tommy to fall asleep on top of me, drowsy from the travel and that monster of an orgasm he had. He’s still nestled inside me when he drifts off. As he softens, I’m able to wiggle my hips enough that he slips from me, and I seal up tight like nothing ever happened.Oh, but it happened.I feel the ache in my bowls and the soreness in my anus. There’s pleasure in the discomfort, though. I grind my ass against the mattress just to amplify the sensation.

I let Tommy drool on my shoulder until the chill outside seeps inside, and I’m shivering despite Tommy’s body heat. I nudge him awake, and we clean up our mess with a washcloth I wet in the bathroom sink, then we burrow ourselves under the comforter and sheets, taking full advantage of a bed that’s actually equipped for two bodies. Still, we don’t stray far from each other. We stay tangled. Touching, kissing, breathing against one another like we’re melding into one.

Sometimes, I’m tucked to Tommy’s side, sticking my nose in his armpit and rubbing my thigh against his soft dick. Sometimes, Tommy’s tucked to my side, mouth on my shoulder and his fingertips swirling in the hairs across my chest.

When Tommy cages himself over me, the memory of us fucking is enough to harden me, but my dick is still too tender to be touched. I keep my hands on Tommy’s body, and hekeeps his on my face, cradling my jaw as he dips his tongue into my mouth.

We make out slowly, one lazy kiss morphing into many more.

“Marry me,” Tommy murmurs so quietly I’m almost convinced I imagined it.

My chest vibrates a quiet chuckle. “In Utah?”

“Wherever.” There’s a sneakiness behind his bashful smile as he pokes the tip of my nose with his. “When we get back home, I’ll drive us to Vegas.”

“Damn, that was some fuck, huh?”

“I’m serious,” he claims, and his sparkling eyes make me think maybe he actually is serious.

I jitter my fingertips up his sides to make him laugh, and I tell him to cut it out.

“It doesn’t have to be a mid-century modern, you know?” he says. “It could be a craftsman, or a Spanish colonial. Hell, I’ll even settle for a split-level, or just some shitty studio apartment. As long as it’s ours.”

It’s easier to assume he’s joking, because believing him makes my heart beat painfully in my chest. It conjures all sorts of thoughts I’ve been trying not to dwell on. Future-thoughts. One-year-from-now thoughts. Five-years-from-now thoughts. Twenty… Tommy has a way of making all my worries disappear while simultaneously overloading my mind with quandaries I never anticipated. I’ve been so used to being alone that this is the first time I’ve been able to imagine my life with another person.

But Tommy’s my baby. No matter what. Nothing’s going to separate a dude from his baby, right? Only thing I can think of is soccer. The thing that I’ve let rule my life so the horrors wouldn’t. The thing I still convince myself is more importantthan anything, even Tommy. Soccer is my passion, but Tommy is the love of my life. Both of them are my heart and soul, and I don’t know how to rectify that yet.

All I know for sure is that I’m never leaving Tommy, so until he gives up on me, he’s stuck with me.

When I stay silent longer than I should, the sparkles in Tommy’s eyes sober, and he says, “I’m sorry. I’m just joking. Swear.”

“Hey.” I peck his pouted lips and splay my hands across his back. “You’re mine. Don’t need a marriage license to prove it.”

“If we ever get married, then I would be your family, and you would be mine. For real.”

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