Page 81 of Forgotten Romance

We fuck against the wall for what feels like an hour. His hands explore my body, and we kiss over my shoulder, and I strangle my cock in a vise every time I get too close to the edge.

He does exactly what I said. Fucks me hard and fast. Then deep and slow. He leans back to watch as he draws himself teasingly out to the tip and then slams home again. The only time we pause is for him to add more spit, to the point I feel sticky and used and so, so good.

My balls are sitting high and tight. Waiting for that moment of release. But there’s something about tonight that neither of us wants to let go of, and what happens next is still a possibility, but this moment is so perfect I want it to go on forever.

This is what life’s about. Davey and Mack. Me and him. Two men, meant to be.

My legs are straining with the effort of holding myself upright, arm against the wall getting kind of numb as my ass takes a beating.

Davey’s heavy breaths get louder as his hands slide back up to my pecs. Each pass of his thumb over my nipple is almost too much.

“Don’t want this to end,” he says, biting my shoulder.

“Me neither.”

“But I’m gonna come. So close.”

“Okay.” I’m not sure if I’m even making words at this point. “Do it. Fill me up.”

He groans deeply, then pulls back, sets his hands on my hips, and pounds his way toward the end. My cock is pure relief when I finally touch it and jerk myself off.

I’m building closer, closer, the ache in my balls reaching that addictive high of my orgasm, and right as it hits me, a wave of emotion follows behind it.

“I love you so much,” I gasp out as my cum hits the wall, and Davey’s cry behind me lets me know he’s followed me over.

I’m done first, catching my breath, sweat cooling against my skin as he milks the last drops of cum into me. Then, he melts against my back. He softly kisses his way up my neck until his head rests against mine.

“I love you too, Mack. Never stopped. Never will.”

When he slips out, I pull up my pants, then take his hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“To shower so you can clean me up, then to bed. Our bed. Where you belong.”

Tears spill onto Davey’s cheeks, and mine spring up instantly. He pulls me into his arms, and we stand there together, and I think I’m sobbing, and he’s sobbing, but for once, there’s nothing sad about it. I’m just so fucking relieved.

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Davey

Two weeks. Mack and the kids both finish up school and work at the end of this week, meaning we’re going to have a lot of time together. The problem is, two weeks seems like way too short a time.

Which is hilarious when this is the usual amount of time I get to spend with them.

How did I ever think that was enough?

My departure is looming over my head. Sure, banking all of this leave to use at once was a great idea, but all it’s done is shown me what I was missing. Made me want for things I was better off not wanting, especially when I can’t find an out.

Even Art’s contacts were quiet. He’s going to try again in the new year, but I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t worried about going back to work and getting complacent again. My job is the type of job people don’t resign from.

I pull my laptop out and hole up at the table, feeling so remarkably at home. I’ve never let myself get this way before, always knowing how soon I need to leave again, but I’m going to fight tooth and nail to stop from going this time.

All it would take is another job.

On a whim, and almost scared to do it, I pull up our budget and then … delete my salary off it. I stare at the glaring red numbers, faced with the reality of what quitting means. We’re either paying the mortgage or paying for Kiera and Van’s schooling and groceries. We have no extra for college. Nothing to cover insurance, let alone come close to the health plan I’m on at work.

Dates like the other night? Forget it.

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