Page 68 of Down My Chimney

“But I want to be.” Blake crossed in front of the couch. “Henry, I—”

I didn’t let him finish—I kissed him instead. It had been too long, and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. My hands went to his face, my lips catching his mid-word. His mouth opened in surprise, and I felt him smile into the kiss.

His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with my own. God, his lips were even better than I remembered, soft but insistent. I liked the new edge of stubble on his chin, the way it scratched my cheeks as we stumbled back and fell onto the couch. One of his hands tangled in my hair. The other slid down my stomach, then palmed my cock. I moaned, and he pulled back.

“Sorry,” he said, his voice gruff. “I should have asked.”

“I’m the one who kissed you,” I pointed out. “You really think I’m going to complain?”

Blake looked into my eyes. “I feel like this is the part where you would usually be responsible and tell me we don’t need to rush into things. I’m not saying Iwantto stop, but just—are you sure you don’t want to?”

I shook my head. “I’ve had months to regret my mistakes. Months of thinking you hated me. Months of missing you.”

“Same,” he said with a shaky laugh.

“I can’t believe you forgive me.”

“Same.”

“But if you really do, then fuck, I don’t want to spend another second with your lips not on mine.”

To emphasize my point, I leaned forward and nipped at his lower lip, pulling it out slightly before releasing it.

He grinned. “Same.”

Our clothes came off pretty quickly after that. It really had been too long, and a quick, mostly-dressed blowjob wasn’t going to cut it. I was desperate to feel my skin against his. My briefs got shoved halfway under the couch in our hurry to get naked, and I made a mental note to grab them later.

When we tumbled onto the cushions again, I was the one on top. Blake’s cock, thick and hard, slid against my stomach. I licked a hand and stroked it, and he moaned into my mouth.

“Fuck, Henry,” he whispered. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missedyou.”

“Don’t tell me you held to our no-jerking-off pact.”

“Well, no.” He flushed. “Did you?”

“No,” I admitted. “But to be honest, I was too sad a lot of the time.”

“Preaching to the choir. But I always come harder with you anyway.”

“Might have to put that to the test,” I said. “For the sake of science.” I ran a finger around the crown of his cock. “Get a lab coat and a clipboard and really—”

His phone buzzed loudly against the coffee table, cutting me off.

“Ignore it,” Blake said. “Whoever it is can wait. No one is more important than you.”

“That is very sweet.” I kissed the tip of his nose before twisting around to grab it. “But maybe you should check it, just in case someone’s dying or—”

I broke off, grimacing, and showed him the message on his screen.

DAD: On our way home! Your mother wants to stop and pick up ice cream. Do you boys want anything from the store?

“Or that,” he said, a low laugh rumbling through his chest.

“You did say you came out to them.” I smiled wickedly. “In theory, they support their son having wild and raunchy gay sex.”

“Just maybe not on their living room couch,” he said with a chuckle. “In front of them.”

“Maybe not,” I agreed.

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