Page 48 of Give In To Love
I continued sliding lower, my hands slipping under his knees and pushing them back. He resisted for only a moment, then relaxed, allowing me to open him fully. In the darkness, I couldn’t see his hole, but based on the rest of his body, I imagined it to be a dusky pink. I couldn’t wait to find out.
I sat up just a bit and slid my finger down until I found his hole and tapped. “Can I have a taste, sunshine?”
“Yessss.” His response was part whine, part sigh, and had me smiling into the dark as I lowered my head.
Burying my face between his cheeks, I slid my tongue up and down his crease in one long, smooth motion. His entire body jerked in response. I did it again, this time stopping when I arrived at his hole and flattening my tongue against it. I used the same massaging motion he’d used on my dick, assaulting his hole over and over again, loving the way he squirmed against me.
My normally shy, quiet boy was a very active participant in sex, never able to keep his body still or his voice quiet. It was one of my favorite things about him. The way he lost all inhibitions when we were intimate. It seemed like the only time he could fully get out of his own head and allow himself to justfeel.
Switching tactics, I spread his cheeks wider with my hands, pointed my tongue, and pushed inside. He gasped, and I pulled back long enough to say, “Breathe, baby,” before diving back in again.
Instinctively, he clenched but almost immediately relaxed, allowing me to press farther inside. At the same time, I slid one hand up and wrapped it around his cock, squeezing just a bit but holding in place.
“Move,” he grit out, bucking his hips into my fist and causing my tongue to slip out. Chuckling, I licked my palm, then took him back in hand, sliding slowly up and down. “More,” he choked out.
Giving in to his demands, I moved my hand again, but instead of returning my tongue to his hole, I pulled the index finger of my other hand into my mouth, getting it good and wet before slipping it into his hole, just the tip.
With each stroke of my hand, I pushed my finger in a little farther until I was all the way in. My own cock was already half-hard again at the thought of slipping inside him and burying myself in his tight heat.
I continued to stroke him faster and faster as I felt around with my finger until I found his prostate. His hips shot up off the bed as I crooked my finger and tapped. He screeched, and I felt the wet heat of his orgasm coat my hand. Grinning with satisfaction at sending him so thoroughly over the edge, I continued to finger and stroke him until he finally jerked his hips away from my hands, dropped his feet back down on the bed, and went limp.
I sat up on my knees, my dick fully hard now, and began to jerk myself, using my cum-covered hand. I paused a moment, hastily repositioning myself so I was straddling him, then stroked myself a few more times until I shot my second release of the night all over his chest and belly.
When I was finished, I collapsed on the bed next to him, both of us covered with sweat and breathing heavily.
“Jesus, sunshine. Where did that come from?”
I felt him shrug next to me. “I woke up from an almost-wet dream.” He said it simply, but I imagined he was likely blushing.
“Almost?”
“I was on the verge of coming but hadn’t quite yet.”
I chuckled as I started to reach for him to pull him into a hug, but I realized my hand was still covered in our jizz. “I’m a mess.” I climbed over him and off the bed and turned on the lamp. He squinted and blinked against the intrusion. “Sorry. Hang on just a sec…”
I pulled a towel out of my drawer and cleaned us up as best I could, then shut off the lamp, plunging the room back into darkness. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over us, tucking Jimmy into my side with my arm draped over him.
He sighed and settled into me as the heavy weight of sleep pulled me back under. Just before I closed my eyes, he mumbled something. I thought it was, “I don’t want you to go,” but I was asleep before I could be sure.
22
JIMMY
Theater kid parties hit different.
Even my socially awkward self had been to a few parties growing up in Astaire, most of them bonfires down by the lake, but there’d been a couple of house parties in the mix. House party vibes were mostly about making out, convincing someone to make out, or avoiding the person trying to get you to make out. Bonfires featured much of the same antics, but as an added bonus, they usually involved showing off, daring someone to do something stupid, and shenanigans. Both types of parties included copious amounts of alcohol. None of them had really been my thing, but early on in my high school years, I’d attended out of a desperate need to fit in, and later, I’d been coerced into going by Mandy and Drea.
In a Venn diagram between your standard small-town house party and a theater-kid house party, there was definite overlap in the make-out and alcohol categories. Where they differed was in the frequency with which someone broke into song and the high percentage of queer folks in attendance. Anyone who turned their noses up at musicals on the basis of the unrealistic nature of breaking out in song every other minute had never been to a theater party, where it was most definitely a reality.
As it turned out, theater parties were much more my vibe. I wasn’t inclined to burst into song anytime soon. However, I was certainly queer, and while not every person present claimed a spot on the rainbow, everyone was accepting of those who did.
Factor in that it was Halloween, and it was like Christmas for this crowd. I’d spotted three Elphaba-Glinda pairings, two Barbie-Ken pairings, and an entire group dressed up as the cast ofThe Golden Girls. That one had been my favorite until I saw the couple dressed as Tom Holland and Zendaya from the famousLip Sync Battlevideo. By comparison, ourHeartstoppercostume seemed kind of lame, but TJ assured me it was perfect for us and that it wasn’t a competition.
While one group playedIdentify Which Elphaba Actress is Singingin the living room, another group was gathered in the kitchen, eating snacks and chatting about TJ’s meeting with the prospective agent scheduled for the end of next week. I was trying to do my very best to play the role of supportive boyfriend, but I’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of me withering on the inside. God, I wanted nothing more than good things for TJ. I just didn’t want those good things to take him away from me.
“Wait, so you already have a meeting set up?” Tracy, the girl who’d played Mimi inRent, asked.
“It’s happening so fast. Dr. Fisher helped me schedule a phone meeting with this agent, Lucy Franklin, this afternoon and sat in on the call so she could help me navigate everything. I mean, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” He chuckled and raked a hand through his hair. “Ms. Franklin wants me to come to Chicago in two weeks to meet with her and go on an audition for a touring production ofMean Girls.”
