Page 152 of Gym Bros
“Fuck, baby…you really are gonna kill me.”
“Wouldn’t you rather it be me than some asshole with a death wish?”
I chuckle. “Death wish?”
“Oh, I’d make sure they pay dearly for killing you.”
“Mm…” That’s got me on my knees, ignoring all the bruises and the nagging aches and pains.
I open his jeans and push up his sweater as I pull down his plain white underwear to reveal his rising erection. I give him a long lick from balls to slit and swallow him in one delicious mouthful. His hands slap against the couch, and he heaves in a sharp breath.
With my palm open on his abs, I suck him to the root and twist my way off. Looking up at him, I find his eyes at half-mast, staring down at me, adoring me.
It’s the best fucking feeling in the world to have earned that look from him. To have fought for it and won. To have gotten out of my own way and allowed myself to feel this so completely. If he ever does leave me, I don’t think I’ll stop comparing anyone else I meet in the future to the astonishing totality of him.
I’d say he made me question my sexuality, but the truth was, there wasn’t ever a question. He simply rewrote it. Reconfigured it in an instant. He made it irrelevant, which is probably its own kind of sexuality, but fuck if I can keep up with all the labels these days. I love him and his dick, and I’m proud of it. I’m proud of myself for being the kind of man he could fall for.
I’m not sure how I managed that, but he’s here anyway, and Ilove him for that, too. I suck him lovingly at first, and then with the distinct purpose of getting him off before I break my own rule and come in my pants.
His moans quicken, and he grabs my shoulder, hip thrusting his cock balls deep into my mouth. His orgasm shoots down my throat and leaves him shuddering and gasping.
I swallow every drop of cum he gives me, and when I can’t suck out anymore, I pull him into my arms, planting another kiss on his mouth. “Mine,” I whisper against his soft lips.
He nods, holding me tighter. “Only yours.”
“I love you, baby. So fucking much.”
“Sam…please don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” I’m no less obsessed with him now than I was from day one. I don’t stop anything. I don’t stop kissing him. I can’t even stop looking at him when I’m not kissing him.
My cock is literally lurching for him, but the suffering is worth it to let him know I’m his, too. All in.
23
CALYX
My plan to keep busy and pretend like Samuel doesn’t exist today falls to pieces by ten a.m. He left really early, before the sun was even up. I haven’t asked many questions about how the expo works, but the moment I’m home with my cat, I’m flooded with them. How many fights are there? What time are they? When is his? What time will he be finished? And on and on and on. I don’t even know what he’s wearing. It was too dark to see when he left. And is he going to change clothes once he gets there?
I text him to get a few things squared away in my head.
Me
Do you know what time you’re fighting yet?
Samuel
Hey! My match is at four.
Me
And it’s the same guy you were planning for?
Samuel
Yep. No worries
Me
