Page 45 of Ted's Temerity
His resulting chuckle is deep and rich. I think I’d like to record the sound and keep it on repeat. Maybe make it my ringtone or text alert tone or something.
“Pants,” I remind him before I lose all control of my thoughts. “Pants off now.Please.” I bite back the instinct to add ‘Daddy’ to my plaintive whine.
I haven’t called him Daddy in bed since before everything went down at Ash and Charlie’s place. While he didn’t seem to have an issue with it before, I’m not sure I’m comfortable pushing that boundary right now. And I really don’t want to stop what we’re doing to have a heart-to-heart about it. That can happen later.
Thankfully, Ted takes pity on me and pulls away to struggle out of his jeans and boxer briefs. I lick my lips as his beautiful cock springs free of its confines, hard and glistening invitingly at the tip. But, before I can beg him to fuck my face, he’s crawled back over to me and has hooked his fingers into the delicate band of my thong.
Ted is ever so gentle as he eases the material over the slight curve of my hips and down my long legs, careful not to stretch or tear the lace. He tosses it over his shoulder once it’s free of my ankles and licks a stripe over my balls and shaft, making me whimper.
But instead of sucking me down, he settles his body over mine, sliding our cocks together. I moan at the feeling of skin meeting skin, the glide aided by our combined pre-cum. It gets even better when Ted adds lube to the equation, but he doesn’t jerk us off together. He just slicks us both up, then settles back over me again, bracing his forearms on either side of my head before he starts rocking his hips in earnest.
I can’t remember the last time I got off like this with another man. Blow jobs and hand jobs and occasional anal, sure, but frottage? As my eyes roll back in my head, I question why I haven’t done this more often.
“You feel amazing, kitten,” Ted murmurs, nibbling at my earlobe while he continues to drag his cock alongside mine. His hips are pressed close to mine, the friction and pressure of his body providing the perfect amount of stimulation right where I need it most. With every thrust, the pleasure mounts.
“Oh…God…” I can feel my brain turning to mush as the sensation escalates. He starts to swivel his hips a little and I can feel my cock dripping as I get closer to the edge, a ball of delicious tension tightening somewhere in my gut as my balls draw upwards.
Ted keeps talking, his voice husky as he whispers, “You…” he exhales roughly, “you fit against me so perfectly, Zeph…”
I wonder if he can feel just how rapidly my heart is beating. Even though we’ve made love slowly before, this feels different somehow. More intense, even though he’s not even inside me.
I have the strangest urge to hold him tight, tears -of love, of happiness, of empathy for the pain of his past- burning my eyes and threatening to spill down my cheeks. I want to meld into him, to somehow extend this experience forever.
“Feels…so…good.” These words that I offer him in return are nowhere near enough to properly express any of what I’m feeling, but they’ll have to do, even if my voice is curiously tight even to my own ears.
Ted’s mouth descends over mine again in yet another gentle kiss and now my tears do spill over, because I’m convinced that I can feel all the same things in this kiss that I couldn’t quite put into words. I close my eyes as they trickle out of the corners and down the sides of my face.
He shifts his weight so he can bring one of his hands up to cup my cheek, smoothing his thumb over the tracks my tears are making. “Baby…”
“I’m good,” I assure him, forcing my eyes back open. My smile feels tremulous, but it’s genuine. “I just…this is…” I gasp on another thrust, the movement causing his belly to brush over my sensitive cock head, “I love you.”
Dipping his head down, he brings our lips back together and this time the kiss is harder and more desperate. As though we’ve given ourselves a green light, our hips pick up pace and our breathing intensifies.
Ted pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead on mine. “Oh, fuck, Zeph, I’m gonna…” his deep warning is cut off by his blissed-out groan and I feel his cock pulse next to mine, then the heat and wetness of his release between our bodies.
With his cum coating my cock, I cry out after a few more shaky thrusts, adding my own mess to his.
“Wow…” I utter, catching my breath in the afterglow. “That was…” Intense. Emotional. Beautiful. Special. Unexpected. None of the words that spring to mind completely cover the way I’m feeling.
Ted’s fingers card through my hair. “Yeah,” he agrees quietly, even though I haven’t finished my assessment out loud. “It was.”
I snuggle into his side, heedless of the discomfort of our fluids drying on my skin. There’s time for a shower or a bath later. Right now, I want to soak in how right this moment feels. How right it feels to be held in his arms right here in his home: the same place that so intimidated me the first time I visited.
I relish in the comfort I feel here now. I’m able to see this place, Ted’s home, the way I should have to begin with. It’s grand, yes, but it’s also an extension of him. His warmth and vibrancy are imbued in it.
It’s in the artwork he chose for the walls. It’s in the few photographs on the mantle over the fireplace, including one of Aiden, which I watched him place there with shaking hands just last week. It’s in the meticulously planned details of his renovations, and in the careful drape of his jacket over the back of the chair by the bay window on the other sided of this very bedroom. The whole placescreams‘Ted’, and I can’t imagine him living anywhere else now.
In addition to that, I soak in the feelings of utter relief washing over me.
The relief of our relationship seeming stronger than ever, of Ted working towards a healthier way of living with his grief and trauma, and of knowing that he’s ready to let me and the guys in. It all settles in my bones, filling me with warmth and contentment.
From my own experience, I know that it’s going to be a roller-coaster from here. Ted’s bound to have downs as well as ups. I mean, I still do and I always will. But, together with the tight knit circle of friends he and Ash have introduced me to, we’re going to support each other at our own pace, and it’s going to be okay.
Epilogue – Ted
“Are you sure you want me to come with you?” Zephyr chews his bottom lip, his dark eyes searching mine from the passenger seat of my car. “I can wait here if you’re more comfortable with that.”
I reach across the center console and squeeze his hand. I appreciate that he’s so concerned for me. God only knows that I’ve given him and the guys plenty of reasons to feel that way over the last few months. Nevertheless, I’m confident in my decision today. “I want you with me,” I tell him firmly. “Ineedyou with me.”
