Page 39 of Julian Shared
He sounds surprised.
“I said your goodbyes for you before we left,” I reassure him. I know Julian. I know he’ll feel rude for having left like that. Fuck, he’ll probably send all those guys handwritten thank-you cards later. “The guys stayed behind to clean and lock up.”
Buddy knew the best trick for getting come out of felt.
I look over fondly at Julian before pulling into the driveway. After getting fucked, Julian wasn’t in a state fit to do much more than slump into my arms. It was so hot and he did so good. I can’t wait to talk with him about everything, but first I need to get him home safe and sound.
The garage door slides upward and I pull in. I wait until the door is closed before opening the passenger door for Julian. No need to feed the neighbors anything gossip-worthy. Slipping my arms around him, I cradle Julian against my chest, I carry him into the house and up the stairs.
Bridal style. For my perfect little slut and beloved husband.
If we’re going to be serious about this hardcore kinky shit, I’ll plan things out better next time. Get things set up well in advance instead of doing it all on the fly.
Book us a hotel suite or something so Julian can immediately wash up and nap instead of having to zone out during the ride home.
I want to be more than a good partner, lover, and husband for Julian.
I want to be a good dominant for him too.
“All right, love, let’s get you washed up.” I set Julian down gently on the bathroom counter and draw him a bath. One with all the fixings. All those special soaps and scrubs he likes to use to luxuriate in.
And bubbles too.
???
“That better?” I ask while I dip my hand into the water up to my wrist to check the temperature. The heat feels pleasant. Not piping hot, but not lukewarm.
“I’m fine, Joel, I promise,” Julian says with a smile as he leans his head back against the rim of the tube, fully stretching out his legs beneath the bubbles until his toes pop out. I’ve washed him all over. From head to hole. Doesn’t matter how filthy Julian got, he’s mine and it’s both my duty and honor to take care of him.
“Good, good,” I murmur, my hand still waving through the water as I talk.
I can’t hold this crouched position forever. I might be fit, but I’m no longer young. With a creak in my knee joints and a burn in my thighs, I end up sitting flat on my ass beside the bathtub. “You know you did real good tonight?”
“I know,” Julian replies with a long hum, his swollen mouth forming a quicksilver smirk. The focus is back in his eyes. He looks tired, but his mind is fully back on solid ground.
“Saucy minx,” I chuckle. “So, you liked all that?”
Feels like a redundant question considering how many times I watched Julian come on the cocks of other men, but it’s still important for me to ask. And even more important for Julian to say it. And for me to hear it. I need to know that he enjoyed everything that happened to him.
Because if there was even one moment that wasn’t to his satisfaction, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make up for that.
“Yes. It was…it was perfect,” Julian’s voice cracks at the beginning of the word. It almost doesn’t make it out of hismouth. He suddenly sits up, bubbly water sloshing all over the place as fresh water. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Hey, it’s okay,” I reach out for him, coaxing him with comfort but not trying to shush him or stop him. If Julian needs to cry again, he should cry. Let it all out. Say or do whatever he needs to do to free those feelings.
I just try to be there for him through it.
Eventually, the tears on Julian’s cheeks dry and the only water left is the bath water.
“I liked it, Joel, I really liked it. I want to do that again.” Julian leans closer to the edge of the tub, presses our foreheads together for a moment as he speaks. “I want…I want you to share me again. Whenever you want. However you want. With whoever you want. I trust you and I love you.”
Fuck.
And I thought I had my erection under control. I can already feel it swelling back to life. I ignore it for now and press my lips against Julian’s forehead. A tender, gentle kiss to make up for all the night’s roughness.
“I love you too,” I tell him, “and we will. I promise. Think you’re gonna need some time to recover though.”
“And I still want to do the dancing too,” Julian insists with a pointed look. “So let’s not desecrate the community center again.”
