Page 115 of Without You

“Fuck, Deacon, baby, come with me.” His movements become frantic, and with one last thrust into my prostate, I’m doing exactly what he demands.

Just as I feel Julian quake beneath me, my come squirts and spits on to his chest, my release looking like dessert after I just had my main fucking meal.

I watch as he closes his eyes, tips his head back, his chest rising and falling in exhaustion. I lift myself up off his dick and wince, feeling the sting.

“Hurt?” Julian asks, obviously noticing my discomfort.

Lifting my leg over him, I let myself fall in a heap of spent limbs beside him. “Best pain I’ve ever felt,” I answer.

“I’m going to get rid of this,” he says, motioning to the condom. “I’ll bring back a wet cloth.”

“No,” I shout from the bed. “I want to sleep in our mess.”

“Fine,” he calls back. “But don’t get used to it, because at home I’m not fucking washing bed sheets every day.”

My face splits in two. Nothing else matters right now as I feel myself drifting off into sleep with a ridiculous smile.

Home. My home. Your home. His home. Our home.

* * *

The room ispitch black when I wake up, except for a small bright light coming from Julian’s phone.

“You’re awake,” I say groggily.

He’s sitting up against the headboard, dressed and presumably all showered. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

“How long have you been up for?”

His eyes dart from me to the cell. “Maybe a little over an hour.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?

He runs a hand through my hair. “You had a big day yesterday, I figured you’d earned the hours.”

My stomach revolts at the reminder, just as Julian’s rumbles. “When was the last time you ate?” I ask, worried.

“I couldn’t tell you, but now that you’re awake we’ll get room service.”

“I hope you didn’t wait for me,” I scold while pulling the blankets off so I can head to the bathroom.

“Oh,” Julian mock gasps. “The horror of waiting for your boyfriend to eat with you.”

I spin on my heels, smiling. “What did you say?”

“Get out of here with that damn look on your face and your semi hard cock,” Julian warns, even though his smile is now even bigger than mine. “We’ve got to eat and talk before your mind is allowed to revisit the gutter.”

Sauntering off into the bathroom, I quickly piss and have a nice relaxing shower. I’m dressed and on the phone to room service ordering two turkey subs and two Cokes when his phone rings.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer it and it’s easy conversation with the person on the other line. When he catches me staring, he holds my gaze while still talking on the phone. “Yeah, I’ll let him know. Thank you. Bye.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why do I get the feeling you’re about to tell me something I don’t want to hear?”

“Nothing like that,” he says. “It was just Victoria.”

“So, I take it she knows then?” He doesn’t answer my question, so I narrow it down a bit further. “About you and me?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Your dad called her and told her. He figured Christmas was canceled.”

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