Page 90 of Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition

Within seconds, Carsten lost himself in the cadence of fucking Will. The man was still tight. Still delicious. When he looked into Will’s eyes, he saw forever. He also heard the song he’d sang to Will tonight playing in his mind. Will did own his heart. He and Will had a long journey ahead, but he couldn’t imagine having anyone else beside him for the ride.He pumped his hips, fucking Will with abandon.

“Oh, God. Love it.” Will arched his back a bit and met him thrust for thrust. His cock bobbed between his legs.

“Stroke yourself for me. Get off with me.” He continued to piston into Will. He held onto his lover’s leg as Will curled his fingers around his own dick.

Will shivered again. He watched Carsten from under heavy-lidded eyes and stroked faster. He whimpered and the sound pleased Carsten.

Watching Will and knowing this had changed between them for the better, sent Carsten right to the edge. His thoughts centered around Will. He was at home and at peace with him. His mind at ease. Everything finally felt right.

“Fuck.” Will dug his nails into his leg and tensed. “I need to come.”

He continued to piston into Will. “Come with me.” He didn’t need much encouragement to climax. He was damn ready. “Do it.”

Will said nothing. Instead, he cried out and yanked on his shaft. Cum spurted onto Carsten’s chest in a hot streak.

Seeing and feeling Will come sent Carsten the last bit over the edge into oblivion. He surged into Will and remained there. This was where he wanted to be. He let go of Will’s leg and sagged into him, smearing cum between them. He kissed Will, needing the extra closeness.

His soul was renewed and his past mattered, but it didn’t define him.

He feathered kisses all over Will’s face, making him chuckle.

Will threaded his arms around him. “You make this fun.”

“What? Sex?”

“Second chances,” Will replied.

Carsten let the words roll over him. That’s exactly what he wanted. What he needed. The bully now ceased to exist. He’d been permitted to start over. “You redeemed my heart.”

“For real?”

“For very real.” He met Will’s gaze. “Very.”

A sad smile curled on Will’s lips. “Good.”

Not good. He wasn’t done with Will at all. He pulled out and rolled onto the bed. Once he removed the condom and tossed the used rubber into the wastebasket, he turned over to face Will. “Why do you look so sad, handsome?”

“It’s all over.” Will’s smile faded. “It is.”

“What?”

“This. Us,” Will said, choking out the words.

“No.” Not a chance. He tucked Will to his chest. “Why would we be done?”

“Because you’re a star and I’m a professor. I’m not leaving the college. I can’t. It’s the middle of the semester and you’re in the midst of the tour. This is our one night and it’s careening toward the end.” Will blinked back tears. “When we were in school, I wanted two things—for you to leave me the hell alone so I could live my life, but also for you to see how much I secretly liked you. I wanted you to tell me you liked me as well. Now I know you did and I’ll have to live with you leaving.”

He laced his fingers with Will’s and kissed his knuckles. “Slow down.”

Will whimpered but didn’t pull away.

“I wouldn’t expect you to dump your life here at Northern. It’s important and you’re good at what you do. I admire your work and art. I also like you very much. I fell in love with you years ago and being with you tonight solidified those feelings. I want to make you proud.”

“You do?”

“I do,” he said. “I have to confess, though, that the tour is on a temporary hiatus.”

“Why?”

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