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One of Axel’s hands leaves my ass and we pull apart slightly as he slides it down inside the front of my shorts and takes my straining cock in his hand, giving it a lazy stroke.

“Fuck!” I gasp, thrusting into his hand.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” Axel murmurs, his lips against my forehead, as he gently strokes my shaft and runs his thumb up over the crown.

“Want you,” I whisper, voice cracking.

I suppress the whimper of protest that rises from my throat when Axel withdraws both his hands from me. There’s a rustle of clothing as Axel pulls his shorts down below his hips and his magnificent cock springs out. He pulls the drawcord loose on mine, tugs them down, spits in his hand and takes both his cock and mine together in his warm hand and begins to stroke.

I should be embarrassed at the unintelligible moans that fall from my mouth, but I’m beyond thinking. My awareness extends no further than our joined cocks and the rough stroke of Axel’s hand up and down our lengths, the slide of silky skin over our hard shafts. My hips thrust in time with his hand.

Axel groans.

We lean into each other and he takes my mouth again with his own, and the feel of his tongue exploring my mouth isboth intimate and demanding. The intimacy of our joined mouths and our cocks rubbing together in Axel’s tight grip, is overwhelming, and I feel my orgasm rushing towards me. I surrender and let the waves of pleasure roll through me and I’m half-sobbing, half-moaning as I come.

Axel follows me over the edge, long spurts of cum shooting over his hand and into the space between us. We collapse against each other, wrung out and gasping. I hold Axel tight around his waist, and he slides his arms around my shoulders and pulls me against his chest. I feel his heart pounding against my chest, the ragged expansion and contraction of his ribcage. He rests his head on mine, as we stand there with the world spinning and we try to recover from the intensity of the moment we’ve just shared. Axel kisses my head repeatedly and murmurs something, which I can’t understand at first.

“Mmm?” I query.

“Mine,” he says gruffly.

I smile.

“Yes. I’m yours.”

Chapter 15

Sydney

AXEL

We knew it was coming, and we tried to ignore it as long as we could. But suddenly, it can’t be ignored any more.

Justin is going home to Melbourne tomorrow.

We’ve spent nearly every day of the last two weeks together – mostly at the beach, sometimes lounging around watching movies at his grandparents’ house (strictly no touching while there’s anyone else at home, except for maybe sneaking the occasional kiss when we’re sure no-one would walk in on us) or hanging out at mine when my parents are out.

We’ve spent a lot of evenings together too. We’ve had dinner out, seen movies, had quiet, very platonic dinners at the Beecham’s house and even the occasional night visit to the beach.

But now it’s over.

I want to go out to dinner with him, but Justin tells me it’s customary for him to spend the last evening of his holidays with his grandparents and any change might arouse suspicion. He manages to wrangle me an invitation to dinner however.

I arrive on my motorcycle in my black leathers. I know Justin finds them sexy as hell, and right now I want to do everything I can to ensure I’m firmly in his mind when he’s gone.

Dinner is more subdued than usual, the prospect of Justin’s imminent departure weighing on everyone. I can see how much his grandparents enjoy having him visit and that they’ll be sad to see him go. I can’t help thinking it would be so much better if he could be his authentic self around them, but he’s told me that’s a no-go. Would they love him less if they knew? I think even the most loved of us are afraid of that when we come out. Sadly, for some it’s the case.

Suddenly Justin says to his grandparents, “I’m thinking I might come up again in the next school holidays. Would that be okay?”

Mrs. Beecham smiles widely, suddenly looking a lot cheerier.

“Yes, of course it would, dear,” she responds happily, “we’ll be here, and you’re always welcome.”

Justin shoots me a quick look across the dinner table. The hint of a smile plays at the corner of my mouth, though I try not to be too obvious. He can tell from the look in my eyes how much I like this idea, though.

“When’s that? March? April? The beach is still decent at that time of year. Look me up if you want some company,” I say, trying to maintain a steady face and not give away how delighted I am.

“April.” Justin flashes me his shy smile. The one that makes me melt. Yeah, he’s cute and sexy and gorgeous. I’m going to miss not having him around.

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