Page 188 of Gym Bros
It won’t be long until I’m hard again, and hopefully I’ll last alittle longer next time because I am not nearly done with this beautiful man yet.
“So good. I love you. That’s so good,” he says between shaky breaths. I wrap an arm around his hips to see if he’s hard. He is, and he cries out when I touch his dick.
I close my hand around it, and he thrusts. I chase him with my mouth, and this goes on for long, perfect minutes with neither of us in any rush. I love how quivery he is. I love the sound he makes when I curl my tongue inside him. I love the illicit shivers and the scent of his skin.
“Baby, I missed you,” I pull back and say, before wiping my mouth and nose with my sleeve. I’m making a mess, drooling all over him and coming on his kitchen floor.
“Do you, um…do you want to go to the bed still?”
“Yes,” I say. “If you’ll have me.”
“Uh-huh.”
I stand and pull his panties and pants up so he can walk, then wrap an arm around his waist, drawing him close and planting a kiss on the base of his neck. “First time having make-up sex?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Me, too.”
He laughs suddenly. “I’m so nervous.”
“I promise you can’t fuck this up.”
“I fucked up once already.”
I shake my head. “You’re forgiven. You want me to show you how much?”
“Is there a scale?”
“Let’s go see.”
He turns around and throws his arms around my shoulders and neck, pressing his face to my throat. “I need you,” he whispers. “Do you get that?”
“I need you, too.”
“No. Listen to me, Samuel. I could barely stand myself before I met you. I definitely couldn’t stand myself without you. And it’s not just that I can’t keep my hands off you, it’s like there’s a you-size hole in my chest, and no one else in the world is big enough or bright enough to fill it.”
I want to tell him to say less. I know all this on a gut level. There’s no other excuse for us to fit together the perfect way we do. Hearing it—especially the way he puts it—makes me feel expansive. As if I have infinite capacity to handle anything thrown my way. Like nothing else matters more than this one person’s respect and affection and love. “That’s very good to hear,” I tell him. “I wanna say you’re pretty great, too, but maybe I should put more thought into it.”
He slides his hands down my arms. “I’ll take it. Okay, come on. I’m done talking if you are.”
Taking my hand, he leads me upstairs. I follow with a newly stiffening dick. I haven’t even jerked off since the last time he and I had sex, which was before the fight. It seems like ages ago, and it’s a long time to go without touching myself, but I knew if I did, I’d be thinking of him, and until tonight, that hurt too much.
It took a few days for the conversation I had with Rachel to fully come together in my head. Once it did, keeping my distance from Calyx felt cruel to both of us. I could see how much he regretted not only not telling me about what happened with my dad, but the fact that it ever happened at all. I got the sense that sleeping with his manager wasn’t something he was proud of. Still, other than the fact that my father is married, I don’t think he should feel ashamed about it.
Like he said, he was lonely. I understand lonely, but I think Calyx’s loneliness was worse than the six weeks I spent away from my training gym. I’ve always had people I could turn to.He’s got friends, and Rachel and Priya are great, but they’re not always the most serious people.
Rachel surprised me a lot the other day, and her fierce capacity for dealing with the shit hand Calyx and I got dealt proved to me that Calyx probably keeps her at arm’s distance, too. But she’s been there for him. Listening. Paying attention. And she’s here for us, too.
Us.
Calyx stops at the foot of the bed and looks up at me. He slides his hands up my shirt, his fingers climbing my abs like they’re a ladder. “Take this off?”
I’m happy to. It’s a lot warmer now than it was a minute ago.
He takes the two shirts I just peeled off out of my hands and tosses them aside. Then he runs a hand up my crotch, finding the outline of my growing erection and caressing it. “These too?”
There were two ways I saw this going if we took each other back. A feeding frenzy where we were ripping at each other’s clothes and didn’t make it off the couch—or this. A deliberate, step by step test of my limits. I refuse to fuck this up.
