Page 88 of Inevitable

“FUCK! I'm coming!” I roared, my dick shooting off hard. Chills broke out across my heated flesh and my release raced down my spine, pouring every last drop deep inside his pretty, puckered hole. I kept coming in waves, my cock pulsing out ropes of cum as his body greedily sucked it all in. Distantly I registered Micah's moans and whimpers and the gentle rocking of his body against mine.

I crushed him to me as I was lost to pleasure so intense Ithought I'd pass out. Our sweaty, cum-slicked bodies writhed together, both of us aching to get as close as possible as if we could absorb the other into our very skin. It took ages for me to come back down and catch my breath, cradling Micah's head to my shoulder.

When I felt warm wetness on my collarbone, I gripped his hair lightly and pulled him up to look at me. I saw tears on his face and grew instantly worried. “Sweetheart, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?” I swiped my thumb under his eye to wipe away an errant tear.

The smile he gave me stole my breath and made my stomach flutter. “No, not at all. I'm just…I never thought I'd be this happy again. I missed you so much it hurt to breathe. You're the other half of my soul, Bash. I never want to be without you again,” he cried.

“Oh love, I promise you I will never let you go. You are my whole heart, and I will use every second left to me in this life to give you everything you deserve and more. I will never lie to you again. You are my home, Micah, and I will love you for the rest of this life and the next.” I sealed my promise with a kiss I felt down to my soul.

The rest of the night we talked, laughed and made love until we fell asleep in a sated, exhausted heap. My love had come back to me, and I wouldn't take that for granted. I meant every syllable I said to him. I would earn him with each second gifted to me on this earth, and make it so he'd never doubt his decision to choose us again.

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“Is that the last of the boxes or are there more in the truck?” I asked, sweaty and overheated from the heavy lifting of the last couple of hours. Micah and Dawson trailed into the room behind me, both looking as gross as I felt.

“Nah, I think that was all of it, but you can walk me out and check before I head out,” Dawson panted, tired from bringing in the heavy as fuck desk that Micah insisted on bringing with him.

We had both decided that we didn't want to waste any more time being apart, so he officially moved into my apartment today, only six days after getting back together. It would probably be way too soon and creepy under normal circumstances, but with nine years of friendship and a love for the ages under our belts, we didn't want to put any stock into what was normal or not. We simply wanted to be together.

It was beyond amazing to finally call the apartmentours. I didn't know what I had done in a past life to deserve this extraordinary second chance with Micah, but I'd be forever grateful and wouldn't squander it.

Micah sidled up next to me, wrapping his arms around my waistand tilting his head up in a silent plea. I smirked and kissed him soundly on the lips, knowing exactly what he wanted.Greedy, little thing…I fucking love it.

“Yeah, we'll head down with you just to make sure” I replied to Dawson. My arm stayed draped across Micah's shoulders as we rode the elevator down to the ground level. This whole week we stayed connected almost 24/7, some part of our bodies always touching if we could help it. I think it was what we needed after spending so long apart, and neither of us complained. It didn't take long at all to slip back into our codependent habits, but fuck if I didn't love each and every minute of it.

The doors opened and we all three spilled out, talking about random shit. We came across a couple kissing in the lobby, and Dawson stumbled to a halt. His eyes grew wide and his body radiated tension as he watched the two men locking lips.

One of them was a tiny little twink, cute and boyish. His clothes looked wrinkled and his hair was rumpled, and he looked like he got a good fucking last night. The guy kissing him was about five inches taller, lean and muscular. He had short, ashy blond hair that was longer on top, tousled as though he had hands running through it repeatedly.He probably did if we're being honest…

He had a perfectly sculpted nose and the slightest stubble on his upper lip and chin, a crystal stud twinkling in his right earlobe. He smiled at the twink, his teeth flawless and white, and it kicked a deep dimple into his cheek. He was in nothing but black boxers that hung low on his hips and somehow gave off a cocky, surfer vibe. His body was studded with tattoos, some on his wrists, arms, and ribs. When he noticed our presence, his eyes swung toward us and when they landed on Dawson, the smile fell off his face and he drained of color.

I looked toward Dawson, seeing his stance unchanged and looking paler himself. The surfer dude turned and whispered something to his little friend who then looked at us in confusion before leaning up for one more kiss and sauntering off through the front doors. Surfer-underwear guy straightened up and started walking toward the elevators, darting around us, but he gave Dawson one last glance as he passed by and the look in his eyes was haunted and sad. He quickly disappeared behind the closing doors, and I turned to my shell-shocked friend.

“Dude, who was that? Did you know him?” I asked, but it seemed pretty obvious he did.

Dawson shook his head as if coming out of a trance, and let out a shaky breath. I had never seen him that rattled before. “Uh, yeah…he used to be my best friend back in high school. And…he's also my ex.”

Well, fuck me blind…I didn't see that shit coming.

“Your ex? You've dated guys before? How did I not know you were bisexual?” I mused aloud, shook by this new revelation. Dawson ran a hand over his face and made a disgruntled sound.

“I haven't dated guys, just that guy. We were…like, each other's firsts. Anyway, I haven't seen him since before we graduated and I didn't know he was back in town. It doesn't matter. I gotta get going.” He dug his keys out of his pocket and headed for the doors. “Just let me know if you need anything else, alright?” he muttered to us before leaving.

“Yeah, will do. Thanks so much for your help today, man. We really appreciate it,” I waved at him, understanding that he was looking for a quick escape after the tense encounter. Dawson gave me a small smile and a wave back, pushing through the doors and making a beeline for his truck.

The second he was out of earshot, Micah piped up. “Holy shit, I would not have called that one! I guess that's one more friend riding the rainbow train with us, huh?” he chortled, steering us back to the elevators.

“Yeah, but I didn't ever get that vibe from Dawson, and I've known him for years! It's kind of weird his ex is one of our neighbors. I hope he's not on our floor for Dawson's sake,” I said in the elevator ride to the top. “I mean, I really shouldn't be so shocked because if anyone's learned how fluid sexuality can be, it's definitely me,” I said, reflecting on the truth of that statement. Micah snickered, pulling me into the apartment once we got the door unlocked.

“Oh, I'm very aware! You finally learned that the D beats the V every time,” he teased, his eyebrows wagging exaggeratedly. I laughed loudly and scooped him over my shoulder, his sexy bubble butt right next to my face. I smacked it once firmly, causing him to yelp.

“Bash! For fuck's sake, put me down!” Micah grumbled, but I could hear the humor in his voice. I relented and set him down, but not before I laid one more smack to his cheek.

He was breathless and giggling when I put him back on his feet, his arms ensnaring me around the neck and pulling me close. “Well, I'm officially all moved in, roomie. Whatever shall we do now?” he asked in a sexy rumble.

I cupped the back of his head and drew him to my lips, taking his mouth in a deep, passionate embrace that had my toes curling and my stomach in knots. Our tongues tangled and reveled in the sweetness of the other's taste. Once we were both breathless, we broke apart and rested our foreheads together.

“Now, we do whatever we want to, baby. We have the rest of our lives.” I gave him another sweet, chaste kiss, unable to get enough of tasting him.

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