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“Is this too fast for you?” he asks me suddenly.
I shake my head. “It’s perfect.”
“I think I was waiting for you. All this time … this past year since I moved here. Day in, day out, nothing but coffee and customer-service smiles and aprons.”
“Waiting for me?”
“Yeah. I just didn’t know it. Mmph, this feels so good. I think you’re the reason I haven’t dated anyone since I came here. I could never have hoped to just find someone like you. This is more than luck. This is …” He sighs the word: “… fate.”
Sorry, I don’t mean to distract from this beautiful moment we’re having, but are we close? I’m, uh, feeling really fucking close, bro.
“Whatever it is,” he goes on, “I’m glad it happened. I’m glad I kept to myself and did my own thing. I’m … I’m so fucking glad we met and you liked my Pumpkin Prince and you tore my vest.”
“I’ll tear apart every vest you make if you want.”
He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Deal.”
“Are we coming together, my prince?”
Byron’s face squirms in beautiful anguish as he groans. “Mmm … Yeah, together.”
I reach down and grab my dick, despite likely not even needing to, then jerk it hard. “Three … two …”
Our lips crash together as I feel him empty inside of me. Not long after, I erupt all over his abs. Our moans fill the humid, sweaty room, packed from wall to wall with the heat from our bodies.
Sweet, delicious relief. Quivering. Shuddering. The shockwaves that follow only from the best and most powerful of sexual aftermaths. We clutch each other so close and breathe deeply, our lips upon each other. The high is so high, it seems to take forever to come down.
He pulls away first, just a little, to peer into my face with his deep eyes. “How do you feel?”
I smile. “Like I have just been to another plane of existence and back.”
“In other words: really good?”
“Perfect.”
Byron grins, then brings his soft face in for another kiss. I melt against him, arms around his neck, threads and scraps of his torn shirt still hanging off of his body. It’s the best and worst thing about sex this good; I’m already certain I will never know anything as sweet and perfect as this moment for the rest of my days.
12
You Got This, Buddy
“So … was that considered a threesome …?”
I’m racing around my apartment cleaning things up. Dust off this. Wipe off that. Adjust a crooked picture on the wall. Everything has to be perfect.
“Well, was it, d’you think?” West asks as he lazily does nothing at all, chilling on the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. “I always thought that my first threesie would be with two bangin’ babes, but—”
“Why are you still talking about that?”
“Uh … I dunno. Maybe because I’ve never actually had half-alive, spirit-bonded sex with two dudes while trapped in a gay guy’s mind before? Jeez, bro, really?”
Fair point. Still: “Do you mind?” I snap, annoyed. “He’s going to be here any minute now.”
“You gotta relax. Have you learned nothing?”
I stop at the fridge and let out a monster of a sigh. “Damn it. I forgot to get Dr. Pepper! His favorite!” I shut the door with a huff and close my eyes. “Fuck …”
“Bro.”
When I open them, West is right there next to me. He puts a hand on my back and rubs it soothingly.
Yeah, I know. “Sorry,” I practically growl, which is about as calm as I’m going to get right now.
“It’s alright. Let out the aggression or whatever. It doesn’t bother me. But if you’re gonna fly solo one of these days, you’ve gotta learn to relax on your own.”
“I know.” Again, I growl my calm words.
“Breathe, Griff. Just breathe.”
I follow his advice. I take a deep breath, then gently let it out of my mouth. One breath. Two breaths. Three.
“Byron isn’t gonna care at all about your place. It isn’t about that. With his work schedule and your whole graphics gig, you haven’t had any time alone together since our little tryst at his place last weekend. Hell, I bet he’s as nervous and excited as you are.”
“Look, let’s just … do the thing so I can calm down already. I’m practically jumping out of my bones.” I start to pull away.
He hangs on and keeps me in place. “Nah.”
I snap my eyes to him. “What?”
“Nah. I think …” He sighs. “I think we shouldn’t.”
My eyes flash. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I think you need some true you time with your man. Without me.” He smirks. “You gotta fly solo sometime, right? How else will you learn if our little spiritual experiments together are doing you any good?” He swats me on the chest. “We gotta see if any of me is sticking inside of you.”
