Page 15 of Troy

This is crazy; I want him. I asked him here and now I’m on edge. What if I’m not what he wants? What if we don’t get it right? Shit! Shit! Shit! Raff’s face softens from the raging passion and lust he showed outside to a soft, gentle expression of, what? Love? Understanding?

“Troy, baby, stop overthinking things. Would it be better if I went back to my room?” Raff’s subdued voice breaks through my confusion.

“No, no. I don’t want that.” I’m shaking my head, “I’m always like this when something so important to me is about to happen, Franco used to lau…” Clapping my hand over my mouth, I cut my sentence short. Fuck, why did I have to bring him up?

“Troy, listen to me. I know about your relationship with Franco. Well, I don’t know about it; I know of it. So, please, don’t worry about mentioning his name. I’m happy that you can talk about him.” Raff’s hand weaves its way through my hair and rests on the back of my neck.

“I… It’s just that I have never mentioned him to anyone else. I talk about him with Nico and Ryan, but never with anyone I’ve been intimate with. It felt like I was hiding myself, my true self and staying in love with him.”

“So why now, do you think?” Raff doesn’t look unhappy with me, simply curious. His hand lingers on my neck, his thumb stroking the soft skin behind my ear, sending shivers down my spine and making goosebumps break out across my skin.

“I don’t know; I think it’s because it’s you. You are the right man for me, the one for me and only me.” I look at him, “is that too much?”

“No, baby, it’s never too much. I feel such a deep connection to you; never hide your thoughts from me, Troy. I always want to know what you are thinking.” Raff’s sincerity is so genuine, I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Thank you, Rafferty, sorry… Raff.” I feel the blush spread as I get it wrong, again.

“It’s okay, baby, I love it when you say my name. Come on, it’s getting late and I’ve got an interview to go to tomorrow.” Raff chuckles as he embraces me.

“Oh, Raff, I think it’s a given you’ve got the job.” I nip the skin on his collar bone then slick my tongue over the sting. We make it to the bed this time and, as we lie down, I find myself tucked up under his arm with my head on his chest. I love the light smattering of hair that covers his pecs and travels down, thinning out until it hits his happy trail, and the line of reddish brown hair that disappears into his sleep shorts. My fingers travel down his chest and stomach, tracing the line of soft hair but, as I reach his waistband, Raff’s hand captures mine and draws it back up his body.

I lift my head to look at his face. “No?”

“Not tonight, baby, let’s just sleep.” Raff’s voice already sounds heavy with slumber; his arms tighten around me as I rest my head back down and close my eyes.

A heat surrounds me, holding me still. Blinking once, twice, I open my eyes and see the soft hair and broad chest of Rafferty. I want to stretch but he is still asleep and I don’t want to wake him. Then it hits me: I slept a dreamless sleep. No anguish, no sadness, nothing. Only sleep. I don’t know how to feel about this: for the first time in years, I haven’t dreamed about Franco.

“Stop overthinking everything, Troy.” Raff’s rough voice startles me, but he chuckles and shifts his body so he is on his side, facing me. “Good morning, baby.” His green eyes are a deep, forest green, the sparkle of humor is still there, though. Leaning down, his mouth slides gently over mine.

A moan builds up in my throat as our lips part and our tongues tentatively touch each other’s. This is a lazy, wake up kiss but my body seems to have other ideas and my dick starts to swell inside my boxers. I feel Raff’s mouth stretch into a smile as he feels it, too.

“Pleased to see me, babe?” Raff snickers, but he juts his hips forward and I feel him hard against me.

“I’m not the only one, it seems.” I rub up against him and it’s Raff’s turn to moan, “So, what shall we do about it?” My voice a breathy whisper as my desire builds.

“I’m sure we can think of something.” Raff sounds equally as needy; his hands travel down my back and tuck under the waistband of my briefs. Cupping my ass, he squeezes me tight in his large hands.

Coasting my hands over his body, I stroke and caress his chest and abs, heading for the place he denied me last night. Merely running my finger under the waistband of his shorts has Raff trembling, so, emboldened, I slide my hand under the elastic and down. Encountering the head of his cock, I feel moisture beading in the slit and my thumb slicks through the pre-cum for me to lift my thumb to my mouth and suck the wet pad. Fuck, he tastes good; a delicious mix of sweet and salty, but also his unique flavor: heady and woodsy. Fuck! I need more of that.

Pushing him onto his back, I climb him and lie over his taut body. When I look up, Raff’s eyes are heavy and hooded with desire. “Is this okay?”

“You’d better not stop now, baby. I told you not to start something if you’re not prepared to finish it.” The deep rasp of his voice is such a damn turn on.

“I’ve no intention of stopping.” I half smile and wink, then glide down his body until my face lines up with his groin. His rigid erection presses against the restrictions of his shorts, perfectly outlined. Passing my mouth over his dick, sucking through the fabric, I can feel the heat and taste the musky flavor of pure man. My heart pounds frantically but this feels so right; sex has been good, there is no doubt about that, but this is right. This is as good as it gets.

Raff’s hips punch up, desperate for more, but my hands hold him still and I laugh, my mouth still around the head of his dick, as Raff starts swearing at me. Then, whether to give in to his demands or my desire to taste him, I pull his shorts down and let his dick spring free and bounce off his stomach.

“Fuck, that’s a nice dick.” The words erupt from me without thinking, making Raff burst out a laugh.

“Thanks for the validation, baby, but, for fucks sake, get your mouth over it before I take control and fuck you into this mattress.” Raff stutters as I let my mouth slide over the head of his cock.

Jesus Christ! This is fucking heaven; I gaze up at Raff as my mouth skims down his thick, hot length. My eyelids flutter when a shot of pre-cum covers my tongue, a hum resonates over his dick, making it twitch inside my mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Raff’s hands fist the sheet as I move up and down his length; the heat emanating from his dick makes me shudder. Grasping the base as I let my tongue swirl over his silken crown, my hand pumps up while my mouth moves down. Then, letting my mouth pop off, I chuckle when I hear his distress. But I have other places I want—no, need—to be, and I duck down, my tongue swiping the length of his taint and up over his tight balls. My chuckle seems to send him wild as my mouth and tongue continue to torture his dick.

“Hey, Rafferty, how you doing there?” I snigger, the vibration of my laughter flowing through his balls.

“Fuck off! You’re killing me.” Raff bites back but I only want to laugh more. This man brings the fun back into loving; I’d forgotten how much love and laughter go together.

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