I can hear my own breaths punching out of me as I continue to bottom out and pull back again. Xavier’s cock bounces on his flat stomach, and I reach in to touch it, but he shakes his head, his face squeezed up.
“Don’t need it,” he gasps out.
“Oh my god, can you come without it?” Sweat drips from my face to his skin, and I wonder that it doesn’t sizzle like water on a hot griddle. I redouble my efforts, pushing his legs up onto his chest and angling my body as I shove into him so I’m rubbing over his prostate constantly while my belly rubs his cock.
“Ungh. Ohfuck,” he shouts out, and I watch in awe as come pulses from his dick, splattering over his belly and chest while I slam into him, abandoned, all caution gone.
“Are you alright?” I manage to say. “I can pull out if you want.” I groan when he pulls me down onto him so I fall onto his chest. His legs immediately wrap around my back.
“Don’t go,” he whispers.
I thrust a few more times, and then he cups my arse, pulling me tighter. The feeling of his fingers leaving bruises sends lightning travelling down my spine, and I shout out as I come into the condom, filling it as my hips knock into him once, twice, and then finally slow.
We clutch each other, sweaty bodies sliding together as he presses kisses to my neck and face while I hug him tight, sucking in air.
Eventually, my cock softens, so I grip the condom and I pull out gently. He makes a soft sound of distress, and I kiss him.
“Alright?” I ask, gently petting his hole.
He doesn’t reply. I quickly knot the condom and toss it in the nearby bin, and then breathe out a relieved sigh when I lie back and he cuddles into me.
As our breathing slows and my skin cools, reality begins to push back against my euphoria. After gently easing away fromhim, I sigh and rub my face. “I’m pretty sure I should be recriminating myself heavily right now,” I say wryly.
He laughs, and it’s loud and so bright that I can feel it echo in my chest. “Your après sex chat could definitely use some work.” He rolls into me again, and despite everything, my arm still comes down around him, dragging him close. He throws one leg over my thigh and nestles his face into my neck. His hair brushes my face. It seems to smell of sunshine. “Do you regret it?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Oh dear. Somehow I know that doesn’t mean anything positive.”
Something about the wry tone makes me laugh and he snuggles in closer.
“I can have no regrets and still know we shouldn’t have done it,” I say when the laughter fades.
“Did you enjoy it though?” he asks, his head raised, his face suddenly solemn.
I raise my hand to his face, tracing the freckles until his nose twitches. “You know I did.”
He subsides. “Then why can’t we just carry on doing it until you go away?”
“It isn’t that simple. Jez is my best friend, and you are his son.”
He huffs. “An accidental one.”
“Abeautifulone,” I say forcefully. “Please don’t ever call yourself an accident again. You are so much more than the circumstances of your birth.” He stares at me with an arrested expression, and I sigh. “I don’t know how to keep away from you.” The words aren’t planned and come tumbling out of me.
Instead of being triumphant as I expect, he just shrugs and lays his head on my chest again. “Then don’t,” he says simply.
We lie silently for a while, his finger tracing the hair on my chest. It tickles, and I grab his hand to stop him. He drops a kiss on my nipple and comes up on his elbow, his hand still held firm in mine. “What?” I say warily.
“What was the last photo you took?”
I stare at him, this beautiful boy in my bed. He’s the worst thing I’ve ever done—so wrong in all the ways I could count—and yet still possibly the rightest thing I’ve ever felt. As if my whole life, I’ve been waiting for a blond boy to stroll into a hotel bar and stun me with his sassiness.
I open my mouth to fob him off, but what comes out is an honesty I’ve never given anyone else in this world. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “And I should remember, because I don’t think I’ll ever photograph anything again.”
His face clouds with concern. “What do you mean?”
I shake my head. “I can’t use my camera at the moment. Whenever I try, my hands shake so badly I can’t hold the camera.”
