Page 27 of Xavier

Across the way, Dexter’s door remained closed with him, hopefully, already asleep inside. While we’d turned in a little early after dinner, I figured that given our traveling this morning and our hike around the city, all of it would’ve tuckered him out in no time.

Gage’s door was already cracked from the jam, allowing me to slip inside and close it behind me without making a single sound. He was sitting up in bed waiting for me, his hair still damp from a shower, the lamp on his nightstand dimmed to give the room that perfectly romantic ambiance he was constantly joking with me about over the phone.

I went to him quickly, lifting him up from the bed at the same time as he reached for me to wrap his arms around my waist. Our lips crashed into each other, both of us hungry for a taste of what we’d been dying to have over the past few months.

A small moan rumbled up his throat, quickly cut short when I tilted him backward onto the bed and laid him flat on his back. Our hips ground into each other almost of their own accord once I was on top of him, one of Gage’s legs coming up to hook around my left side.

Ripping my lips away from his, I grabbed at his jaw. “I might have to gag you.”

I loved how loud Gage got but scarring my poor kid with the sounds of his dad pounding ass was thelastthing I wanted.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

“Think you can behave for me?” I licked a line down from his lips to his chin where stubble was starting to come in. It prickled my skin, sending a shiver racing down my spine.

“No.”

Well, at least he was being honest.

Leaning back, I searched Gage’s room for anything that I could use to stuff into his mouth for the time being. There were only a few more precious minutes I had left with all of my brain cells before I devolved into that of a caveman.

Under me, Gage rolled his hips into mine again, causing us both to gasp.

He was such a shit when he was horny.

Before he could utter another sound, my hand quickly slapped over his mouth, muffling it. “You’re killing me.”

His eyes twinkled in the dim light.

Looking down at him, I noted he was barely wearing anything. Just a simple cotton t-shirt and a pair of loose boxers that were doing absolutely nothing to hide how aroused he was. Honestly, I wasn’t much better off in my sleep shorts, the front of which was jutting out from my hips.

Taking my hand off of his mouth and untangling his leg from around me, I slipped myself off of the bed and grabbed a hold of hips, using them to help me flip him over onto his stomach. Gage was already propping his ass up for me by the time I had my t-shirt stripped off and my sleep shorts tossed onto the floor.

“Head in the mattress, baby.” Using both of my hands, I grabbed onto the ass that had been teasing me since damn near bright and early this morning, both cheeks fitting in my palms perfectly while I squeezed theme a few times.

Perfect.

So goddamn perfect.

Gage’s back arched beautifully, leading me to have to bite down on my tongue hard enough to hurt in order to hold back a moan teasing at the back of my throat. Letting go of his ass, I quickly slipped his boxers down his thighs.

He kicked them off one leg at a time, slipping his body forward on the mattress until his upper half was flush with it while he kept his lower half propped up for me. He was such a fucking sight to see, tempting me into wanting to take a picture for my private folder for when I was back home and lonely with only my hand to keep me company.

“Drawer,” he said, lifting a finger to point at the one next to his bed.

Leaning over to it, one hand already fisted around the base of my cock, I tugged it open. A single bottle of lube was inside, haphazardly thrown from the last time he’d used it the night before my flight over here when I’d told him to send me a picture of his fingers in his ass for me.

“You’re so good at reading me,” I said, grabbing the bottle and shoving the drawer closed.

“Xavier, I need you so fucking bad.” He whimpered again.

“I know, baby. One more second, I promise.”

He was being so patient, letting me get a good look at him before I gave him even a modicum of relief with my touch. Snapping the cap open on the lube, I drizzled a good amount down my cock before tossing it onto the bed.

While working it over myself, I leaned in and planted my mouth right over his hole, delighting in the muffled squeal as Gage buried his head back into the mattress again. I swirled my tongue around his puckered opening, teasing him with the tip before retreating to lap up at his rim again.

His hips gyrated back against my mouth, trying to get as much friction as possible. My hand ached to slap at his ass cheek, to give him a little pain with his pleasure just as he liked. The problem was that my slaps were never quiet and clapping him good and loud on the ass was the only way to do it.

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