I cut them up and put them in a cookie tin for the trip.Once I was done, I felt like I could relax again.
“Want to watch a movie?”he said.
“Sure.You pick.”
He went into the living room, turned on the TV, and flipped through my DVD collection.I sat on the couch.He put in a documentary on Ireland that I’d told him was so relaxing it put me to sleep.
I didn’t know why he put that on.Until he came back to the couch.
“You don’t want to do more laundry, do you?”he said.
“No.”
He grinned, knelt on the floor in front of me and moved my legs apart.“You want to cash that rain check?”
I’d been feeling tired until he’d said that.“Yeah.”
How many days had I spent fantasizing about him doing that, and now it was about to happen, I was choking like I did before competitions.
He carefully put his hand inside my jeans.I didn’t need to say anything.He could tell I wasn’t that hard.It was embarrassing, actually.With women, whenever it was go time, I was fully ready.I wanted him so badly too, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but the trip, the stress, the exhaustion from working long hours, and knowing he’d never seen that part of me before were all too much.I closed my eyes.
He didn’t seem to take it personally.He started feeling me up, stroking me slowly, and it felt fucking amazing, and I realized he didn’t expect me to do anything but relax and enjoy it.
“Okay, Craig?”
“Yeah.”
I felt his tongue roll over the head of my dick, slowly.He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and suddenly, I didn’t have to worry about hurting his feelings because he was giving me the best head I’d ever gotten.And not just because it was him, but also, yeah, because it was him.I reached for his hand and held it.He put his mouth around me and started working his tongue, and I tried to hold on, but I didn’t last long.I wasn’t quiet either, and he knew, and he took me all the way in, and I squeezed his hand so hard when I shot.His other hand was holding my waist, and he stroked me with his thumb all through the comedown, and I was making these stupid little sounds and shaking.I couldn’t help it.
Then he slipped off me, smooth and slow, his mouth tight enough for me to feel it.I pulled on his hand, and he got up and straddled me, and then he kissed me, and I held onto him, and that felt even better than getting blown by him.
“Fuck.That was the best blow I ever had.”
“Thanks,” he said.“You’re a pretty easy blow.”
“It didn’t feel like work?”
“No.”
––––––––
Ididn’t sleep muchthat night.I was too excited.This time tomorrow, we’d be engaged.I kept running the proposal speech through my head.I’d destroyed the only copy so he wouldn’t accidentally find it, which made me freak out, because if I forgot part of it, I’d be stuck.I kept nodding off and dreaming I was proposing, and in the middle of my speech, I forgot what I was going to say, and I woke up in a panic.
Finally, it started to get light.I eased away from him carefully so I wouldn’t wake him, and I had a shower and put on my new jeans and went to the kitchen to cook us breakfast.I was tired, but not so tired I didn’t know where my spatula was.
I made bacon and fried bread.The smell probably woke him up, because a couple minutes after the pan started sizzling, he came into the kitchen, looking groggy and fucking hot.
“Hey, honey kid.”I put the spatula down, pulled him into a hug, and kissed him.I kept holding him.He was all warm and rumpled from bed.
“You’re up early,” he said.
“Couldn’t sleep.I was too excited for the trip.Everything’s ready.We just need to eat, then you can hop in the shower, and we can go.”
I let him go and picked up my spatula.He sat at the table.
“Are those new jeans?”he said.
I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t act for shit.“Yeah, I got them for the trip.”
