Page 68 of Inevitable

“Yes! Oh shit, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop,” I rambled, my brain a foggy mess of pleasure. My hips thrust up to meet his ravenous mouth while his tongue swirled around my tip before he descended again. My orgasm came in a rush of blinding white light and I seized up, my body shaking from the release. I spurted long, hot streams of cum right into his waiting mouth, and Bash eagerly sucked it all down, his moans reaching me from far away.

He sucked off my dick with a noisy pop and leaned back in his seat, looking smug.

“I thought we didn't have time for a road quickie?” I panted, still trying to catch my breath from the powerful climax that had ravaged me.

“We don't, but it was worth it,” he said matter-of-factly. “I told you all your orgasms are mine, baby.”

Unable to hold back because fuck, he looked so good, I reached over and quickly released him from the confines of his jeans. Bash sucked in a breath and grabbed the back of my hair as I took him all the way to the back of my throat in one move. “Oh shit!” Bash gasped, my hair in a vice grip as he moved my head up and down his swollen length. It was utter bliss. I loved how he used me to get himself off, never letting up for a moment because he knew I needed it too. “Goddamn Micah, you suck me so good. That's it babe, take every inch of my cock. Work my cumout of me.”

I moaned around his shaft, his words lighting me up. It only took a couple minutes before he was exploding down my throat with a long groan, and I worked to swallow every salty bit of him. I'd never get enough of his taste.

When I licked off the remains of his cum and cleaned him with my tongue, I gently tucked him back in and did up his jeans. I smiled at him like the cat that ate…well, swallowed the canary. Bash just stared at me as his breathing returned to normal, looking at me like I was a treasure he had found. The air around us shifted, melting from heightened desire to tender intimacy. We both moved at the same time, meeting in the middle of the console in a passionate, slow kiss. I felt a sweep of serotonin as our tongues gently slid together. Heat washed over me from the erotic taste of our combined releases.

He pulled away first, letting out a deep sigh and resting his forehead on mine. “Fuck, you are such trouble,” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Is that a bad thing?” I mused, feeling a microsecond of insecurity and wanting his reassurance.

He gave it to me in spades. “No, M. You are exactly the kind of trouble I want to be in for the rest of my life.”

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We reached Telluride a quarter to midnight, even with our little rendezvous earlier. Our mutual releases had us both in such satisfied, goofy moods that we spent half of the remaining trip talking up a storm and the other half doing car karaoke. Of course, Bash had a great voice because evidently God liked to give with both hands when it came to him. Not that I was complaining. I benefited plenty from his sexy, talented perfection, but it would have been nice to see him suck at something for once.Well…suck at something besides my dick. Hehehe. Ugh, why am I like this?

The log cabin my parents had rented was nestled in a thicket of trees abutted by the mountains. It was a large, rustic structure that had Christmas lights decorating the outside and all over the porch's railing. I loved that it looked both modern and rugged, cozy and inviting with the backdrop of snowy woods around it. My favorite feature was the small guest cabin that was situated about fifty yards from the main house with a massive fire pit and hot tub separating the two. My parents had offered to let us stay in the guest cabin if we preferred, and I had fought to keep my acceptance neutral to not tip them off about how badly I wanted that.

For the last few days, I had fought Bash on his idea to keep ourrelationship a secret from my parents for fear of his father finding out. Our parents were known to run into each other from time to time, and even kept in touch on a regular basis. He worried that they would let it slip to him that we were together, and despite him saying he had things under control with his dad's threats, he still seemed incredibly anxious about it. After a long talk and a vigorous sixty-nine session I seduced him into, I had finally convinced him that my parents could be trusted and to tell them over Christmas break.

And that, ladies and gents, is the power of a jaw-dropping orgasm. Complete acceptance of shit you never would have agreed to in the first place. It's like ultimate mind control.

Soft voices and the glow from the lit up Christmas tree greeted us as we walked into the main house, my dad coming around the corner in our matching family pajamas looking like a giant, dorky elf. It was possibly my idea to get them in the first place, but good luck getting me to cop to that one.

“Hey boys! It's about time! Your mom and I were waiting up until you got here,” he called across the room.

My mom shuffled in behind him in the same pajamas, but with a fluffy red robe draped around her. “Oh hi, honeys! I'm so glad you both made it safely! The guest house is all ready for you two. Your dad pulled out the sleeper sofa earlier for whoever wants it.”

I held back the snicker threatening to escape me since that sleeper sofa wouldn't be getting a lick of use the entire trip, but that's not something I wanted to explain to my parents just yet. “Thanks dad, appreciate it. We're gonna go hit the hay and see you guys in the morning.” Bash and I hugged them both, then went to grab our bags from the car.

The guest house was a cute, smaller version of the main cabin. It was a single room with a queen bed in the very back, a small kitchenette to the left, and a gray sofa pulled out on the opposite side. A TV was mounted in the corner so you could see it from the bed. Bash and I went through our nighttime routine fast, exhausted from the sixteen hour drive and our salacious highway activities.

We crawled into the plush bed, curling up with each other in a tangle of limbs to keep warm. We whispered our “I love yous” and sleep quickly claimed us.

The next two days were filled with laughter and fun as we hung out with my parents and even hit the ski slopes for a few hours. I was utter shit at it, but Bash never once laughed at my pathetic attempts, only being patient and helpful as I found my ski legs. My dad had been skiing since he was a kid, so eventually I let him and Bash go have funon the runs while I spent time with my mom walking around downtown Telluride.

“So how have things been since you and Bash took this next step?” my mom asked curiously, her small arm looped through mine. My parents had predictably been supportive and happy for us when we told them we were together. My mom had burst into tears and squeezed the breath from my lungs in an iron hug, and my dad just slipped a fifty from his wallet to hand to my mom, grumbling something about losing a bet.

Clearly, it didn't come as a great shock to them. They were a bit curious why we didn't want Bash's dad to discover our new status, but they promised to keep it to themselves.

“Honestly, it was a rocky journey getting here, but it's been amazing so far. Perfect, actually. In a lot of ways, nothing's really changed for us. We still act and talk like we did when we were only best friends, but now there's a new level to all of it. It's not just the kissing and pet names. It's like everything with us is just…deeper now. Does that sound stupid?” I shared with her, trying to put into adequate words how it felt being boyfriends with my bestie.

Mom just gave me a knowing smile. “Not at all, honey. That's how it should be. You and Bash have been so close for so long, this was probably bound to happen at some point. I always thought it would.”

“But he was straight…how did you know it would happen? I sure as hell never thought he'd look at me that way! He never showed any interest in guys before.”

“Oh sweetie, gender has nothing to do with it. Bash didn't fall for you because you're a man. He fell for you because you are his person, his other half. It wouldn't have mattered if you were a man or woman in the long run because you were both what each other needed. Your hearts match. That's all that matters in the end.” Mom's words had my heart squeezing and a smile jumping to my face. She was right. I was starting to believe that our souls were destined to need each other, regardless of circumstances.

“Yeah, I think I know what you mean. I remember trying so hard to move on and get over him because I thought he'd never feel that way about me, but it was impossible. I can't unlove him.” I looked down just then as my phone buzzed with a text message from Bash saying he and my dad were heading our way to pick us up.

I must have had a stupid grin on my face because my mom laughed and shook her head. “Geez, you were always so obvious with your emotions, especially when it came to him. I saw it every time he was at our house, and eventually your dad saw it too,” Mom giggled. “I bet himin January that you'd both get together before the year was over. Thanks for the fifty bucks, by the way. Momma needs a new pair of earrings,” she joked, raising her eyebrows up and down rapidly, making me laugh.

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