Page 66 of Inevitable

Bash came up and plastered his chest to my back, his left arm wrapping around my waist. “Shhh, I know love, don't worry. I'll get you there, but I want us to come together. Press your legs together hard,” he commanded gently as he rubbed comforting circles on my stomach. I didn't know what he wanted, but I did it anyway, trusting he would take care of me as he always did.

The second my legs closed, Bash shoved his dick through the junction of my thighs from behind and the feel of his cockhead brushing my sack had me convulsing. “Bash, what…oh shit,” I gasped, words failing me as my stolen orgasm muddled my brain.

“You'll see…now squeeze your thighs around my cock, baby. Let me use this gorgeous body of yours.” Bash started pumping his hips forward, causing his swollen length to piston in between my legs, grazing my balls on each thrust. At the same time, Bash wrapped a hand around my shaft, stroking it in time with his thrusts and it was pure fucking heaven.

“Oh fffuck, yes Bash,” was all I managed to croak out, my release making a quick comeback and racing to the finish line. Bash kept smacking into my ass from behind, growing more erratic in his thrusts and I knew he was close.

“Fucking hell, you feel good, Micah…I can't wait to watch you take my cock like a good boy…your greedy ass will swallow every inch and you'll beg for my cum.” His dirty mouth had me shaking, balancing precariously on a cliff's edge. One more push and I'd fall to a sweet death.

“Bash, I'm gonna fucking come!” I cried, reaching down to grab the arm around my waist, needing to be as connected to him as possible.

“Fucking come for me, baby…give me that beautiful orgasm and cover my hand in it,” Bash bit out, his hips stuttering as I felt warmth flood my inner thighs. My orgasm exploded from me in a rush of pleasure so intense it stole my breath and blacked out my vision.

“Oh fucking shit! Micah!” Bash shouted, his voice reaching me from far away, from another world where I no longer was. I was floating in space, outside of reality and only aware of the bone-melting bliss that was only possible out here. Bash had shot me into another universe and I didn't want to come back down.

Vaguely, I realized that I was now on the cold tile floor, sitting sideways between Bash's legs as he held me against his chest. His heartbeat was a metronome steadying my own pulse as I slowly floated back down to where he was, coming back into myself bit by bit. I felt his lips dropping sweet kisses to my temple as his arms tightened around me.

“Are you okay, baby?” Bash murmured to me. He reached up to turn off the icy water that had only just then seemed cold to me. It was a dire contrast to the heat that had raged through my blood not two minutes ago.

I tilted my head to look up at him, and he smiled softly when I caught his gaze. “That was amazing, BB…I don't even have words,” I mumbled, exhaustion leeching the energy from my bones.

Bash must've figured out I was fading fast, so he stoodus up carefully and wrapped me in a plush, navy towel. Then without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and my own shot around his neck in a reflexive panic. “Relax, M, I've got you. I won't let you fall, sweetheart,” he laughed softly. I melted against him, feeling so adored and cared for that the heart that beat only for him thumped hard and fast in my chest.

He laid me back in bed and crawled in next to me, setting a phone timer for our date before he pulled me to him. I slung my leg over his hip and an arm across his waist, but tilted my face to his in a soundless request. Bash stroked my cheek and kissed me sweetly. “I love you, Micah. You have my whole heart, baby.”

Sleep stole me from Bash's embrace, but not before I whispered back “I love you more.”

*****

Bash woke me up a couple hours later and we made our way to whatever mysterious place he planned to take me. I asked a million questions in the car, all of which went unanswered because I just couldn't help myself. I was a contradictory mess, both loving being surprised and unable to stand being so out of the loop. The anticipation and frustration of the mystery had me fidgeting in my seat and running at the mouth.

Bash took it all in stride as he always did with me, proving that he had the patience of a martyred saint. I was not so useful in exercising patience, and my restless state of mind wasn't calmed by how disturbingly hot my boyfriend looked while driving. He had dark wash jeans that showed off his toned thighs, a forest green v-neck that clung to his firm pecs and complemented his eyes, a snapback flipped backwards over his lush hair, and mirrored Oakleys that tied the look together in devastatingly sexy perfection. He drove with one arm flung over the steering wheel and kept his other hand clamped over my thigh, kneading the muscle every so often. I could probably swim in the puddle of drool I produced by the time we arrived at our destination. It really wasn't fair on my poor hormones. They could only handle so much.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled into a small parking lot near a massive arched bridge that crossed over the river. It looked vaguely familiar, and I studied it from below until I felt Bash grab my hand. “Come on, baby. We need to hurry before we miss it.” Bash tugged me towards a trail head that started to slope up, and I struggled to keep up with him.

“BB, slow down! Why are we rushing, you psycho? What are wemissing?” I grumbled as he continued to drag me behind him in a weird power walk-jog as we scaled the rocky terrain.

“You'll see if you hurry! We're a little behind, and I want to make sure we get the full effect,” Bash said, not seeming to break a sweat on our frenzied hike whereas I was panting up a storm.Oh come on, I used to run for fuck's sake! I shouldn't be this winded…I need to accept that if I was ever in a horror movie, I'd be the first to die. Bash called it. I'd be the token gay guy who wasn't able to outrun the psycho killer because he likes pizza too much and hasn't been to the gym in months.

We hike-jogged for another ten minutes before we reached a clearing at the top, and the breath left my body in one full whoosh. We had come to the top of a limestone cliff, the striations cutting earthy lines into the rock that seemed to flow over the edge of the cliff face. The breathtaking vista was split by the river that branched to the left and right of us, stretching on for miles with the weathered steel creating a rustic cage for the water beneath. The iron arch looked like outstretched arms curving to protect the bridge below as cars passed over it on the highway that ran off into the distance. It was nearly anachronistic, looking both out of place in our time and perfectly blending in.

The whole scene before me was incredible and picturesque, but the true beauty came from the sun that was just beginning to fade below the hills to our right. The red and orange flame was leaving hazy streaks that ricocheted off the hills and melted into the blue sky in a heart-stopping landscape. The colors blurred together in effortless harmony, and the serene blend was reflected in the river's rippling surface.

Awestruck, I barely registered when Bash wrapped his arms around me from behind, planting a kiss on my neck before resting his chin on my shoulder, silently taking in the scenery with me. We stood like that for several minutes, hardly cognizant of the handful of other people there snapping pictures on the corner of the cliff outcropping.

“Bash…this is so beautiful,” I whispered, soaking in the peaceful moment with his strong arms holding me.

“It's called the 360 Bridge. I discovered this place during my freshman year, and I always wanted to see it during the sunset. Never managed to make it on time. I wanted to share it with you the first time I actually got to see it like this.” Bash's voice was filled with quiet wonder as he swayed us gently side to side, almost subconsciously.

“You did always have a thing for bridges,” I chuckled softly. “I remember the summer you found that old, rickety train bridge in thewoods near my house. You acted like you had discovered the Secret Garden or something, and took God knows how many pictures of that thing. Pretty sure you dragged me to it every day for a month before it got too hot.”

Bash's laugh rumbled through my back. “I don't know why I was so obsessed with it. It just had this haunting, historic quality to it, you know? It was like it had been hidden in time, just waiting for someone to come find it again. It felt like we became part of its story when we discovered it. I liked thinking of it as a special kind of magic.” I caught the wistfulness in his tone, and I turned my head to catch his eyes.

“Thank you for bringing me here, BB. It's absolutely perfect,” I told him earnestly. I felt the adoration and relief in his gaze down through to my toes. His lips brushed mine in a tender kiss, that simple touch saying so much without a word being spoken.

“I want to share everything special in my life with you, Micah. You were the one person who never judged me for my quirks or odd obsessions. You always made me feel like how I saw the world was special. Even when I told you how much of a techie I was, you never once made me feel stupid for wanting that, even if you teased me a bit for being a geek. It was like everyone expected me to be a certain way and like certain things, and you helped me feel like the real me was perfect as I was. You gave me strength to own the parts of me that I used to hate. God, I don't know what I would have done without you, M&M. You make everything better, sweetheart,” Bash murmured, his nose nuzzling the spot behind my ear.

His sweet admission had my skin buzzing lightly, layers of emotion building in me as I thought of how far we'd come and everything we'd been through.

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