Page 53 of The Try Line

“My life is wherever you are,” he says, pulling himself up so his face is hovering over mine. “With Jase leaving for college soon, there’s nothing for me here if you are somewhere else. We already wasted half our lives because neither of us was brave enough to just say what we wanted. I’m not doing it again. I want you, Jason. I don’t want to live another second without you. I am yours, and you are mine. That’s it. I won’t accept any other future.”

The stone in my stomach lodges itself in my throat, choking me with the most terrifying emotional overload I’ve ever experienced.Hope.

“I love you,” I whisper, touching my lips to his. They’re the only words I can manage. They’re the only words I need.

Mik drapes his body over mine, returning my sentiment with a slow, deep kiss that makes my toes curl. He’s willing to leave his entire life behind to be with me. He’s sacrificing his marriage, his job, and who knows what else. And I’m overwhelmed by it.

Gripping his hips, I shift him onto his back, pressing him into the mattress. His thighs widen to accommodate my body, legs wrapping around my back. I instinctively thrust against him, sliding my cock through his ass cheeks. I moan at the wet slide of my cock through the mess that has trickled out of him, and barely hold myself back from sliding inside again. Mik shifts his hips and grinds against me, wordlessly begging for me to take him, but I want something different. I want something I've never had before. Something I've never been willing to try before, because it made me feel too vulnerable.

Eighteen years ago, Mik gave me something that followed me for the rest of my life. It hadn't been my first time, but it had been his. He gave me his trust when he let me inside him, and because of the heavy emotional value of that moment, it tied us together irrevocably. It seems right that if we're going to start over, we should begin with that same level of trust.

When I reach for the bottle of lube, I don't pour it over my hand to prep him or coat my dick with it. Instead, I hand it to Mik before rolling us back over. Mik straddles my hips, lifting a brow in question.

"I want you, Mik. All of you."

His eyes widen, lust and indecision reflecting in his dark hazel gaze. His eyes dart to the bottle in his hands, at our straining cocks that I've taken in my hand, stroking them together as I reassure him.

"I want to feel you inside me."

His brow furrows with worry, and I wonder if he realizes I'm using the same words he told me that night so long ago. The night he convinced me that this thing between us was real and forever. I'd been so afraid that he would change his mind about us that I held back. It was the most magical night of my life, the happiest and most tragic memory that has stuck with me through every year, every moment we've been apart.

"You're sure? I didn't know you–"

"I don't. Or I haven't before."

"Jason, you don't have to do that."

"If things hadn't gone the way they had, it would have happened. It was something I wanted to give you the way you gave yourself to me." I take a breath. "It's not that I have been afraid or against bottoming. It’s always been assumed that I would top, and I never let anyone stick around long enough to try anything else. And, Ithink maybe subconsciously I knew this part of me always belonged to you."

Mik blinks down at me, his eyes fluttering rapidly. Sitting up, I cup his face in my hands and say the words that have haunted my dreams for eighteen years. "I want this. I want you. Make me yours."

A rush of breath leaves him as he surges forward, pressing me into the pillows and crashing our mouths together. I widen my thighs and shift, so he has to adjust the way he's laying over me, positioning himself between my legs. He pulls back and looks down at the way I'm relaxed back and open for him. His hands caress slowly, tentatively down the tops of my thighs, then up the insides. I fight not to squirm at the light tickle of his fingertips brushing over me. When the tips of his fingers lightly caress over my taint and through the crevice of my ass, my cock jumps.

My physical reaction must be the motivation he needs, because Mik uncaps the lube and pours some onto his fingers. He keeps his eyes locked on mine when he reaches down to press against my ass, massaging my rim gently. I shift my hips open wider, eyes fluttering when his fingers press more firmly against me. The tip of one finger teases inside, and a moan escapes me. He presses in further, and I relax. It feels odd, somewhat like I need to use the bathroom, but when there's no pain and I relax into it, the awkward feeling dissipates.

Mik works his finger all the way in and out for a few strokes before pulling out and adding more lube to his fingers. I groan as Mik sinks two fingers inside me, lightly grazing over my spot as he pumps into me slowly.

“There it is,” he purrs, stroking my prostate with each pump of his fingers.

He leans over and takes me into his mouth, and I'm so distracted by his hot, wet tongue sliding around my cockhead that I barely notice him adding a third finger until a slight stinging sensation makesitself known. We're officially in new territory for me. It burns, but it isn't unpleasant. In fact, the more his fingers work in and out of me, the more I want. There's an intangible itch inside me that wants more. I need him inside me, but I'm reluctant to give up the delicious suction of his mouth.

I lose myself to the sensation of it all. My body relaxes enough that his fingers are sliding in and out of me easily, the copious amount of lube he's added making wet, sloppy noises to join the sounds his mouth makes as he works my cock. My eyes are rolling back, hips bucking between his mouth and hands. I'm ready for him, but I'm so fucking close that it hurts to stop him.

"Mik," I warn. "I'm going to– I'm gonna come.”

His mouth pulls off me and I make an involuntary whine that would embarrass me if it wasn't Mik. He works his fingers inside me a moment more while he reaches for the lube again, but then leaves me clenching on air when he pulls out to spread the slippery liquid down his shaft.

Hazel eyes flit up to meet mine once more. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready, Mik."

With a clipped, possibly nervous, nod, he adjusts his thighs to spread me wider, and lines himself up. His chest is heaving, but his movements are slow and purposeful. He keeps his eyes locked at the place we're coming together, watching as his cock pushes inside me for the first time. Mik prepped me well, and between that, my arousal, and his free hand wrapped around my stiff cock, there's very little pain. The pressure is immense, and I marvel for a moment that Mik's smaller body is able to take my larger cock. I wonder momentarily how badly I've hurt him with my rough treatment lately.

Impossibly slowly, Mik watches his cock sink inside me, inch by inch. My eyes roll, and a primal moan leaves me as I stretch open for him, the barbell at the tip of his cock adding one more layer ofohmy fucking godto the overwhelming sensations that are taking over my mind and body. I bear down as he sinks into me further. He groans, body tight with control, sweat beading on his forehead.

When his body is flush with mine, cock fully seated deep inside me, we both pause to breathe, eyes locked on each other. The moment is tense with anticipation and emotion. I'm racked with memories of the first time we were together, the clarity of the moment I knew that this was it.

Mik must be thinking similar thoughts, because he leans over me and kisses me deeply. "You feel so good," he rasps, shuddering. "This is… Fuck." He takes a deep breath and presses his forehead to mine. "Are you okay?"

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