“They’re steep stairs.”He set me down gently on the bed to remove my jeans and underwear.
I sat up and helped him off with his jeans.“Lie down so I can look at you.”
“No, I’m going to be the one doing the looking first.”He leaned in, and the locket—my locket—swung around his neck.It told me he’d never let go of me.Just like I hadn’t let go of him.
I reached up and stroked down his shoulders and chest.“You’ve kept yourself so strong, so in shape everywhere.And big.”I grinned at his cock, which was hard and wonderful.I tugged at him to lie down so I could do all the things I’d dreamed of for so long.
I ordered, “Get on the bed.”
He leaned closer.“We’re not going to fight about this like we do everything else.I know you want to suck my dick, but I want to be inside you.I’ve wanted this since I got my first hard-on.So, you’re going to be the one lying back on that bed so I canlookat you.”
I stood up next to him, locked my lips with his and waited until he deepened the kiss.When his tongue touched mine, I worked my hands down his body and gently nudged him onto the bed and on his back without breaking our kiss.I straddled his hips to keep him in place.
He pulled his head from mine to whisper, “That was a dirty play.”
“You love it.We’re not going to skip the part where you’re so deep inside me that I can’t think straight.I promise.I’ve dreamed of that too.Let me have this.I’ve fantasized about it since I was in middle school.”
“Middle school?”He chuckled.
“Shut up.You liked me too back then, but you were too insecure to talk about anything other than baseball.”
“I didn’t know I could’ve had this back then.”
I blew out a sarcastic breath.“You couldn’t have.I was angry at you for choosing Becky as your girlfriend in eighth grade.”
I kissed along his face, but he softly took my head and brought my gaze in line with his.“I only went steady with Becky to get your attention.There never was anyone else who mattered.”
I grinned.“I know.That’s why you’re going to let me do this.”
“I suppose I am.When it’s my turn, it won’t be all slow kissy bullshit.I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.Then I’m going to look at every tattoo you put on yourself, and you’re going to tell me why you did it.”
I kissed across his strong shoulders.“Why do you keep yourself in peak baseball shape?”
He grunted.
I put my hand over his heart.“It’s still in there, isn’t it?”I glanced up in time to catch emotion flitter through his gaze.“You haven’t let go of the dream.”
He didn’t reply.He couldn’t seem to vocalize it, but I could feel the truth tearing him apart.If he admitted he lost baseball, he might lose hope.I wondered what that hope was.Hope to play again?Hope to be a part of something bigger with the game he loved?I wanted to give that back to him but didn’t know how.I traced the scar on his right arm where he had the surgery that stole it from him.“I wish I’d been there when this happened.”
“No, you don’t.I wasn’t right in the head back then.I hurt everyone around me, even myself.”
I wiped at the tears that gathered in my eyes as I kissed the scar on his arm.I whispered, “I would’ve fought with you to snap you out of it.”I patted the locket on his chest.“We could’ve figured out a different path, once you got over the surgery.”
He swallowed hard.I moved above him to look down into his face.His eyes were glassy.He wheezed out, “It fell apart because I fucked this up.You and me, I mean.”
I gently pecked him on the lips.“Maybe this was how it was supposed to happen.This way we could figure out how to survive alone.”
“It hasn’t been much fun,” he rasped out.
“I missed you too.Now, let’s find out if we’re good at this together or really suck.”
“It won’t suck.”
“I can suck.”I giggled.I kissed around and across each nipple and down the ridges of his abdomen.With my hands, I traced his balls and his cock.Josh tensed.I took the tip of him into my mouth.He gasped.He’d gotten bigger than I remembered in the long ago past.I took him deep inside my mouth and enjoyed the small noises that came out of him.After a minute or two, I could tell he was holding back.
He let out a strangled breath and picked me up to change positions.“My turn.”
I complained, “You didn’t?—”
