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“Shit!” he cries, “Wesley!” His back arches and he’s spraying all over me, covering my hand in his cum as he trembles violently. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me as his body works through the aftershocks of his orgasm, spasming, and jerking, and then he’s holding me to him as he breathes heavily. “Fucking hell,” he says. “I think you killed me.”
I laugh. But then I’m rutting against him again because, yeah, I’m still hard.
He chuckles. “Is there something you need?” I wipe his cum next to me on the blanket.
“I mean, if you wouldn’t mind.” I sit up and straddle him, my cock standing at attention between us, leaking as his hands grip my hips.
“Hmm,” he says, eyeing it, and licking his lips. “It is pretty.”
I smile. “Wanna see if it tastes as good as it looks?” I push myself up on my knees, placing my hands on either side of his head.
His eyes meet mine, his pupils blown wide. “God, yes. Fuck my mouth, Wes. Let me swallow your cum.”
I do. And he does.
“You okay?” Cooper asks, as I lay on top of him afterwards. He has one hand combing through my hair and the other stroking down my side. The air smells of sex and sweat, dirt and rain. It’s getting warmer, and my back is starting to ache from sleeping on the hard truck bed. We should get up, get dressed. Go home. But I can’t bring myself to move. I can’t get over the feel of being in Cooper’s arms, pressed so close to him, the softness of his skin underneath me, the feel of his hands on my bare skin. “I’m still afraid I’ll wake up and find this is all a dream,” he says.
I smile and lift my face to look at him. He reaches over and cups my cheek. “It’s okay if you’re still upset, Wes. I imagine it will take more than one night of talking to make sense of everything. I know I hurt you deeply. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I do love you. So much.”
I rest my hand on his and look him in the eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes that I’ve missed so much. I can’t believe we’ve lost nine years together because of some ridiculous miscommunication and misunderstanding. The thought makes me sick. If only we’d done better by each other back then.
“You did hurt me,” I admit, and I see the pain in his eyes, but he doesn’t look away. It makes me love him even more. “It wasn’t okay for you to do what you did. You can’t be the one to decide what’s best for me. I know you always want to protect me, but it’s not your place to make decisions for me. And never once talking with me about it, asking me how I felt? What I wanted? Granted we were teenagers, but it kills me to think how things could have been different if we’d just communicated better.” I pause and stroke the hair away from his forehead. “I know that’s not all on you, though. I could have communicated better, too, from what you told me. I gave you the wrong impression and made you believe the worst possible thing. I hurt you, too. And I’m sorry. And I’m sorry I have been such a dick, and ignored you for the past nine years. In short, it sounds like we were both idiots who didn’t know how to communicate and express our feelings.”
Cooper nods. “Not sure we’re any better at that,” he says, tucking a stray curl behind my ear.
I give him a slight smile. “Well, maybe we can do better this time around.” I grip Cooper’s hand tighter, and squeeze it, then press a kiss to it. “I want this,” I say. “I want us. But I need to know that I can trust you not to do something like that again. I need you to promise that if we’re going to be together you will stick by me. That if things get tough you won’t push me away, or leave me, or assume you know what’s best. That we’ll communicate. That you will trust me to talk to you about my anxiety, or anything else, and that we’ll work through things together, always. Having my heart broken by you once was hard enough. I can’t do it again.”
Cooper nods and strokes my cheek. “I want that too.”
“And, look, I know you aren’t a pilot now,” I say, and I feel his body tensing, his gaze leaving mine briefly. “But when you are,” I place my hand on his cheek and make him look at me. “Whenyou are,” I repeat, “I want to be there, by your side, for all of it.Anxiety be damned. I’ll cope. Because you love it, and I love you. Okay?”
“But –”
“Okay?” I stare into his unsure eyes. “You have to trust me on this, Cooper. I’m not letting you give up your dreams for me. You don’t think I didn’t think about the fact that you would be gone a lot like my dad was? That it would be a challenge? We’ll figure it out. I will be okay. I love you.”
He looks at me for a moment before he finally nods.
“Okay,” I say with a bigger smile.
“Okay,” Cooper says, and then I move up, pressing my lips to his and kissing him. It doesn’t take long before we’re moaning into each other’s mouths, our tongues tangling together, our cocks stiffening again. God, I can’t seem to get enough of him.
Cooper almost whimpers when I move away and chases my lips with his own. “No, no, no,” he whines. “Don’t pull away.”
I chuckle and then press another kiss to his thick, beautiful lips. I reach down and start to stroke him again, but he stops me, grabbing my wrist.
“Don’t,” he pants.
I just stare at him.
“Let me take you on a date,” he says. “Let’s do this right. I want to spend time with you for real.”
I smile and kiss him again. Then I climb off of him and we slide our dry clothes back on before separating to make the drive home. How is it that ten minutes away from him is too long?
“Good morning you two.” Mom gives us a smile as we walk in the front door. “You were certainly out late.”
Neither of us can hide our smiles as we exchange glances with each other. “Yeah, um, Cooper found me,” I say, and then immediately feel my cheeks heat as Dad grins.
“We figured that,” he says. “There’s some pancakes on the counter if you’re hungry.”
