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My orgasm sneaked up on me, hitting me like a freight train, making me cry out his name as my balls emptied inside his mouth. Charles swallowed down everything I fed him before pushing up onto his knees and jerking off until he tumbled into his own bliss, spurts of his cum landing on my skin.
We didn’t clean up, just lay together, clinging to each other. “I love you,” I told him.
“I love you too,” Charles answered, then held me as we went to sleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Charles
The days leading up to our trip to New York, Brian was getting more and more nervous, his anxiety increasing. It was on the tip of my tongue to mention seeing a doctor again, but I worried it would start an argument before we left, which would have done nothing but make it worse on him. So against my better judgment, I played it off like I didn’t notice, but tried to be extra attentive—touching him, talking to him, and doing those things that seemed to help calm him down.
We’d driven my vehicle to the airport in Charlotte, which of course was hectic and busy. We’d both only brought a carry-on, so we didn’t have to worry about checking a bag.
“How you doing?” I asked while we were standing in the obnoxiously long security line.
Brian frowned slightly. “I’m fine.” Brian was always soft-spoken. He had a deep, rough voice, but it was soft at the same time. There was an edge to it now he didn’t typically have, like he was working to keep it steady. His feelings were understandable. He’d only flown three times in his life. He didn’t like big cities. He was meeting a partner’s parents for the first time, and it was the first time he’d been with a man. For someone who was used to just keeping to himself, it was amazing he was standing there with me right then.
“Okay.” I nodded, and he sighed, dropping his forehead against mine.
“Sorry if I sounded like an asshole.”
“You didn’t. Maybe a little annoyed, but not like an asshole. Cut yourself some slack. I’m just happy you’re going with me.” And that he didn’t second-guess his feelings for me, that he was there in the middle of a busy airport not hiding what we were to each other when this was all so foreign to him. “I still don’t think you realize how incredible you are.”
He pulled away and rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious, Bri.”
“I ain’t close to anything special.”
“You are to me.” And maybe it sounded like I was placating him, but I wasn’t. I meant what I said.
“Can you go forward?” the woman behind me asked, making us realize the line was moving and we weren’t.
The conversation was clearly over then. We got through security and grabbed some food before getting on the plane. Luckily, the flight was less than two hours. Brian seemed fine, which made me feel like I’d been overreacting earlier in my worry.
LaGuardia was even crazier than Charlotte had been. People were rushing through the airport, bumping into others, yelling for people, the carts speeding through and the drivers shouting to move. I felt Brian’s tension and immediately reached out to take his hand. He grasped mine tightly, palm sweaty, fingers digging in to the point where it hurt.
I hoped it would be better when we got outside, but of course we were immediately assaulted with blaring horns and people rushing to the line for a cab.
“We have to head over there,” I told him, pointing him in the right direction and scanning his face for clues on how he was feeling. This wasn’t like that day at the grocery store. He was clearly uncomfortable, but at this point, I didn’t think he was going to have a panic attack. Should I not have asked him to come to New York? But then, how was that fair either? I knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t want to be treated like he couldn’t handle things.
Once we were in line, I set my bag down and wrapped my arms around his waist, wanting to put him at ease. “We’re going to my apartment today. We’ll see my parents tomorrow for Mom’s birthday. I figured it would be nice to have the night to ourselves.” My family was excited to see me, but I’d casually mentioned just hanging out the next day.
Brian nodded. I could tell something was bothering him, that he was stuck between wanting to ask but not wanting to get into it in the middle of the cab line at LaGuardia. What if he hated it here and didn’t ever want to come back? I guessed it would be fine. I enjoyed the city and would want to be here sometimes, so maybe I would just have to go without him. I wanted Brian with me, but if that’s what it took to make this work, I would do it.
