Page 46 of Unexpected Boyfriends

Jesus.The intensity is mind blowing. Axel might have a point about taking things slow, this is almost more than my body and mind can process right now.

Axel’s other hand wraps around my cock and it only takes a couple of strokes before I’m gone. My eyes flutter closed and azingzips through my body as I erupt everywhere. Hot cum spurts across my chest and spatters onto my chin, and Axel continues stroking me, draining me until I have nothing left.

I whimper as he withdraws his fingers. Then he’s on his knees between my legs on the mattress, stroking himself frantically. Pre-cum leaks copiously from his engorged crown, and he moans as his hand glides over the sensitive skin. He closes his eyes and throws his head back, crying out as his warm cum splatters on my abdomen and chest.

As the last drop falls, he leans over me, holding himself up on his right elbow, panting heavily, head bowed as he tries to catch his breath. A trickle of cum tickles as it slides down my side, dripping onto the sheets.

After a while, Axel's breathing settles. He lifts his head to look at me and strokes the side of my face with the back of his hand.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, looking at me with such a tender expression that I nearly melt into the mattress. Then he takes my swollen lips in his, tongue softly probing. The kiss is sweet and gentle, loving. In my dazed state, I’m boneless and pliant and I sink into his kiss, mind spinning away into some timelesszone where there’s nothing but warm lips against warm lips, and Axel’s steady hand behind my neck, anchoring me to the earth.

I must have dozed off briefly, because when I come to, the cum has been wiped off my body and Axel is curled protectively around me. He’s awake, and when he realizes I’ve woken from my stupor, he drops a kiss on the top of my head. And we talk.

We talk until the sky begins to lighten, and the early birds begin their morning chatter. We talk about everything, and we talk about nothing.

Then he takes me home.

Gravel crunches as the car comes to a halt at the top of the driveway. The silence is deafening as Axel cuts the engine. I wind down the window and let the salty air, fresh with the new day, wash over me. The long elegant leaves of the eucalypts rustle in the faint breeze, a currawong calls. In the distance far below, the surf rumbles to the shore.

Before leaving me, Axel takes my hand in his and kisses my fingertips tenderly. Dark shadows rim his eyes. Mine must be no better.

There are things I want to say, but I can’t. I’m afraid. Afraid I’ll sound too needy. Afraid to make a fool of myself. Afraid this won’t last. Always those small niggling fears.

AXEL

I pull into the top of the driveway and turn off the car. The sound of the engine dies away and the silence wraps around us. Justin opens his window and briefly closes his eyes, nostrils flaring. As if from far away, I hear the early morning calls of the currawongs in the trees somewhere. In the distance, the rumble of the surf.

Oh my god. Suddenly this is real. He’s going, isn’t he?

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

I’ve got in too deep and now he’s leaving.

What if he doesn’t come back?

What if he forgets about me?

What if…?

A gentle hand lands on my arm.

“You’re freaking out,” Justin says softly.

I swallow hard. My panic must be showing on my face.

When I turn to him, suddenly it’s me the vulnerable one. He looks calm, resigned, but there’s a stubborn set to his jaw as if he’s accepted a challenge and is determined to meet it. Right now, our roles are reversed. He could be the one that’s four years into adulthood and me the one that’s just starting out. I hope that doesn’t mean that I’m more invested in this relationship than he is.

“You’re going,” I whisper, crinkling my eyes against the moisture that’s threatening to pool there.

I take his hand in mine, raise it to my mouth, and kiss his fingertips, one by precious one. These fingers have held me, touched me, stroked me. And now they’re leaving me.

“Yeah, I am,” he says softly, “but, we’re all in on this, right? Both of us. You said it’s not over.”

His voice cracks a little at the end, a little uncertainty fracturing his voice, and I realize that despite the calm façade, he’s also struggling to hold it together.

We both launch ourselves into each other’s arms and hold tight. He buries his head in my shoulder. I don’t mean to let the words escape, but I’m completely undone. I have to tell him before he goes.

“I love you.”

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