Page 53 of Breaking You Open

Maybe he’s got a point though. Sparrow seems to let his emotions out whenever he feels like it, and it’s what I most admire about him, so why can’t I grant myself the same peace?

It’s in my nature to hate, beat, and torment, and it’s in Sparrow’s nature to love, cry, and feel everything with the strongest possible emotion. He must be rubbing off on me, because for the first time in my life, I find myself unable to control not only my anger but my other feelings as well. Sparrow is tugging at the numbness in my old, shriveled-up heart. He’s so stubborn. So fearless in what he wants, even when he fears it. Isn’t that what you call bravery? Maybe he’s brave to cry, and maybe I’m a coward to refuse.

“One more thing,” I say, lifting a hand to stroke his hair, fingers dragging slowly along his scalp. He leans his head back, closing his eyes at the sensation. “I want you to tell me when you get scared, all right? I’ll comfort you. Can you promise me that?”

“I think so. But…I feel silly sometimes.”

“It’s not silly. You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you?”

His eyes flutter shut, and his mouth tilts into a smile as he lets out a breathy yes.

“And you want to do what I tell you, don’t you?”

“Yeah. It’s all I want.”

I can’t help but smile. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s both so eager to please and eager tobepleased.

“So,” I say. “What do you want to do now?”

“Want to keep watching,” he says, glancing at the TV. “But I want this too.” And he presses boldly down on my crotch with his palm.

“Mm-hmm,” I grunt. “And how are you going to manage that?”

“Maybe I can just…hold it in my mouth a little bit? I want to please you.”

“Well, then. Go ahead.”

He looks up at me as he undoes my pants and carefully takes out my cock. I lean back on the backrest as he lies on his stomach, head in my lap. As he wraps his lips around the flaccid head, I gasp at the heat of his tongue, but he just keeps himself there—warm and soft, suckling at my cock as we continue to watch TV.

Well, there’s not much watching on my part—I’m busy keeping myself from pressing his head down and making him blow me properly.

When the credits roll, Sparrow slurps saliva around my cock and finally starts to bob his head and get me hard. I stroke my hand down his back and into the hem of his pants, and he moans around my shaft as I press a finger over his hole.

I can’t wait to take his ass again. Can’t wait to feel it clutching my cock while he moans so sweetly, amazed that he can take me so well, that his body can stretch to accommodate my size. Itisamazing. He’s amazing.

“Come here,” I say, tapping my thigh.

He climbs into my lap and kisses me, his lips slick with precum and spit. Breaking the kiss, I slide my fingers into his mouth and gather some of that sticky mixture before I bring my hand to his ass, and he whimpers as I slide my forefinger along his crack.

“Are you sore?” I mumble into his neck.

“A little,” he says, breath hitching. “But it…mmm…feels good. I want it.”

“Good. Always tell me what you want. What you don’t want.” I press the finger inside to the first knuckle. “What you like. What you don’t like.”

“I like it,” Sparrow whines, hips shifting up and down, riding my finger. “I like it, Louis. Please…please.”

“Please what?”

“Want you inside. Want you to come inside me. No condom.”

Oh fuck. Maybe he could tell; maybe he saw my disappointment last night when I couldn’t watch my cum seep out of him. Or maybe he’s just a lot more dirty-minded than I thought.

“Well, have you gotten tested?” I ask.

Sparrow nods. “I did after I left Aaron. I always suspected he had sex with other people while we were together. I c-couldn’t know for sure, but I still wa-wanted to…” His voice starts shaking, and I place two fingers over his lips.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve done good. Means I’ll get to fill you up. You want that?”

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