Even years later, Qiang still has rough patches. I think we’ve all realized that’s just always going to be a part of them now. But they’ve worked so hard on their coping mechanisms and on changing their line of thought more quickly to combat the worst of it. There’s a tranquility and a happiness in them now, something that isn’t so completely marred by the ugly things that happened to them when they were younger.
“So then you’re happy with the house?” I tease them, knowing how much they loved this house when they found it.
Qiang snorts at that. “I picked it,” they point out, because of course they did.
It never once mattered to me where we lived, as long as we lived together. And honestly, with how much I train, play, and travel, they’ll be here much more than I will.
It’s a modest modern house, close enough to the beach to hear the waves on stormy nights and smell the salt and brine in the air, but far enough away to not be directly on the shore. I want them happy, notin danger, and the weather on the oceanfront can be a bitch when it wants to be.
We have a few spare rooms for guests to visit, and a studio attached right off the kitchen. I think they like it because it gives them a feeling of going to work when they record for their channel.
Which, of course, has totally taken off. They are well on their way to becoming one of the more famous names out there, and they’ve even had a couple of offers to do special events for weddings and celebrity events. Not to mention, several of the football spouses they’ve met at the sponsored events have taken their phone number in hopes of working with them, too.
“The question is, what areyouthinking?” Their curious voice curls against me like the breeze that’s running so lingeringly through their hair.
“How nice it feels to have all of my dreams come true,” I tell them honestly.
“I’m glad you made it in the NFL as well.”
I roll my eyes because I can tell by the tone of their voice that they know I meant so much more than being drafted into the NFL.
“I wasn’t just talking about football, Qiang. I was also talking about the only dream I ever had that meant even more to me than football.”
Qiang turns in my arms and faces me, a smile lit up on their face.
“I love you, too, Marcus," they say.
I know it’s the craziest thing to fixate on right now, but the way they say it, with no questions in their eyes as to whether it’s them I meant, that they know it without me telling them, shows how very far they’ve come.
I lean down and capture their lips with mine, lifting them up and carrying them toourbed, inourbedroom, inourhouse.
“Unless the imaginary version of me is better than the real version of me, then you’d better get out of your head and start shedding some clothes,” they brandish their fiendishly adorable kitten claws.
“So demanding,” I chide smugly, running my fingers through their windswept hair.
“Marcus–” they hiss in that way I’ll never get over.
Getting naked with them is natural, unrushed, a steady string of movement punctuated with a roving of hands that map each other out and take notes of the places that make us breathe harder or let out little delectable whines, moans, or groans.
My eyes roll to the back of my head when their tongue skates across my balls before trailing up the length of my shaft, the best kind of warning for when the warm, moist heat of their mouth encases the head of my cock.
“So good,” I groan out; their mouth working me so well.
There’s only one thing missing to make it perfect. I grab their leg and shift around until my face is nuzzled against their cock, and I give as good as I’m getting.
The mutual sensations of their cock in my mouth and my cock in theirs are a perfect circle of pleasure that radiates to every nerve in my body.
Their steady breath puffs against my skin as they reach up and cup my balls, the pleasure snapping through me and trapping the tension in my spine.
My toes curl, and my mouth moves determinedly along Qiang’s shaft because I can’t seem to get over the need to make them come first. I’m notalwayssuccessful, but it’s never from a lack of trying.
I reach up with my finger and tap it against their hole, feeling the way it tenses, and their body shudders with ecstasy. Between my lips around their cock and my finger teasing their hole, it doesn’t take long for their rhythm to break.
Their mouth falters until my dick rests achingly against their lips while their unsteady breaths tease against the head.
And then, like the breath of life, a whisper of my name falls from their mouth as their cum floods into mine.
I grab their hand, holding it steadily while they come. And then when their shudders subside, there’s a breath of air that falls between us, lingers slightly, and then, before words can shatter the peace, their lips wrap back around my cock.
