Page 70 of Paradox
Not with Shawn.
Not with Marina.
Not when my tenth grade bio teacher hit on me at the worst dive bar in Broadrock.
It feels like every encounter I’ve had for the last twenty years has been leading up to this. Because hunched over Jeon Jintae, our cocks touching, and with his heady moans in my ear, I feellike all the loose strands and crossed paths of my life are finally lined up perfectly.
“I want you to coat my dick with your cum, Jin. And I wanna watch your pretty face while you do it.”
The only sound that comes out of his mouth is a weak, garbled groan. But he pumps harder, his eyes so heavily lidded they’re almost closed.
“That’s right,” I praise him, so close to the edge myself. “Do you wanna be covered with mine, too?”
He nods again, and with his brow furled and his bottom lip pinched between his teeth, he arches his back and lifts his hips from the ground.
I feel him spray against my knuckles first, then I let go completely to grip at his neck.
More splashes on my balls.
His body shakes underneath me.
His eyes close and his body goes limp.
I spot the cum on the back of my hand, and lean down to lick it up.
The second his taste hits my tongue, I’m coming.
Untouched.
All over his stomach, dick, and pajamas.
I hold his face in my hands.
My kiss breathes him back to life.
All four of his limbs are instantly encircling me like he’s scared I’ll disappear.
I rest back on my haunches, and he comes with me.
I don’t want to let him go any more than he does me.
Was it only a dream?
I’m too scared to open my eyes and find out.
I know I’m not where I fell asleep because it’s way more comfortable than the floor.
I’m on the couch, in the little spot my body has created over the past few weeks. But my sleeping bag is on top of me, not Eden’s quilt.
It was never my intention to move, and I think that’s half the reason I’m reluctant to open my eyes.
If he’s taken the quilt and is asleep in his bed without me, it’ll prove that last night didn’t mean as much to him as he made out. It was only the soju and almost thirty days of no sexual contact.
He was just desperate.
It was all about the release, and nothing to do with me.
The more awake I become, the more my senses push aside my thoughts.
