Page 82 of Give In To Love
“We’re staying.” I could see the resolve in his eyes. The need to prove he could handle himself and to show Steven he hadn’t won.
He finished his water and after taking a quick breather, we all headed back out to the dancefloor, though Jimmy only lasted another hour before calling it quits. As much as everyone tried to rally, no one was in a very celebratory mood, seeing the strain the incident had put on him.
Jimmy was quiet on the drive back to his apartment, the weight of the night’s events resting heavily on him. I laid my hand on his thigh, and he covered it with his own, threading our fingers together in a fierce grip.
Back at his apartment, we walked up the steps in silence. Gone was the playful energy that had surrounded us before we’d gone out. Lucy greeted us as we stepped inside, trotting over to thread himself through Jimmy’s legs. Jimmy scooped him up, gave him a scratch and a kiss on the top of his head, then set him on the arm of the couch.
I came up behind Jimmy, running my hands up and down his arms. “What do you need?”
He turned, pulling my hand into his. “Shower with me?”
His eyes held a vulnerability, but there was strength there too. I couldn’t have been prouder of my fierce, brave boy. I nodded and followed him back to the bathroom. He started the water, then turned and pulled his crop top over his head, tossing it on the floor. He went to unbutton his jeans, but I flicked his hands away and took over the task. I undressed him slowly and with care until he stood naked before me. I then made quick work of removing my own clothes while he removed his makeup with a face wipe.
We stepped into the shower, adjusted the water temperature, and I turned him away from me so he could wet his hair. When he turned back around, I poured shampoo in my hands and lathered his hair. I ran my fingers through the strands, massaging his scalp, hoping the motion would soothe some of the tension.
While he was rinsing his hair, I poured body wash into a loofah before scrubbing every inch of his body, giving him the care and attention he deserved. My dick hung hard and heavy between my legs, but I ignored it. My purpose here was not sexual but to worship Jimmy and show him just how precious he was. I wanted him to know how much he was loved in spite of what that fucker had said or done to him. I wanted to erase every bad action with a good one. Every hurtful comment with a kind word. I wanted him to forget all the bad things in his life until he only remembered the good.
When the water began to run cold, we switched places, and I quickly cleaned myself up before we stepped out of the shower. Jimmy reached for a towel, but I took it from him, running it over his body and drying his skin with the same tender care I’d used to wash him.
“Better?” I asked when I was finished.
“I want you to make love to me.”
“Sunshine, we don’t have to. We can?—”
“This is me telling you what I need. And what I need isyou.” There was an earnestness in his eyes. A plea. There was no way I could have told him no.
I nodded, placing his hand in mine and bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. I dropped the towel and led him into his bedroom. I hadn’t dried myself off and was still dripping wet, but I paid it no mind.
We climbed up on the bed, kneeling in front of each other, dicks bobbing with the motion. I took his hands in mine, flipped them over, and pressed a kiss to each palm before placing them on the back of my neck. I pressed my forehead to his and breathed in his clean scent, taking a moment to steady my erratic pulse.
“I was so fucking proud of you tonight, sunshine. I get the idea that you don’t want to talk about it, but it needs to be said. You were brave and fierce, and I’m beyond proud that I get to call you mine.”
He sniffled and I pulled away to get a look at his face. His eyes were shining, but he hadn’t let the tears fall. “You said ‘fuck’ again.”
“I told you I save it for the times that call for more impact. I can’t think of a better use of the word if I’m being honest.”
“I don’t know if I could have done it without you there. Knowing you were behind me, and Drea and everyone else… It gave me the strength to say what needed to be said.”
“I’m always happy to have your back. But you didn’t need me, sunshine. You absolutely could have done it on your own.”
“You helped me find my voice, then.”
“If you say so.”
I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his, holding there for a moment, savoring the feel of his mouth on mine. What was it about the act of kissing him that sparked such emotion inside me? I could feel it bubbling below the surface, the effervescent joy that came with loving him so purely.
I wanted to tell him. To let him know what he meant to me. That I thought maybe I’d been in love with him since the moment I’d seen him sitting by the creek, looking lost in a world that hadn’t been kind to him. That I’d slid further into love as we’d shared a room and a bed five years ago. And that even though I’d never stopped loving him in all the time since, surely I’d never loved him so deeply as I had tonight when I’d watched him eviscerate the man who hadn’t realized what a damn treasure he’d had. When he’d stood in the middle of that club in a crop top and eyeliner and owned every ounce of who he was.
I wanted to tell him all of that and more, but we’d done enough talking tonight, so I settled for showing him instead.
I swiped my tongue against his upper lip, dipping inside when his lips parted. My hands came to rest on either side of his face, tilting his head to a more comfortable position as I plundered and tasted. I scooted my knees forward until our bodies were pressed together, wanting as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. We both hissed as our dicks bumped into each other, and I deepened the kiss, instinctively searching for more.
His hands slid down my arms and around to my back, rubbing up and down, causing goosebumps to pop out along my flesh. I shivered, my damp skin cool while I burned up from the inside. I was on fire for him, burning with the need to make him mine. And to give myself over to him so he could, in turn, make me his.
We sank farther into the bed until my body covered his, our aching cocks trapped between us. Tongues tangled and twisted. Hands roamed. He hooked one of his feet around my calf. It was as if we were trying to get as much skin-on-skin contact as possible.
I slid my tongue along his jaw, finding that spot just behind his ear that I knew would have him whimpering. I was not disappointed when he tilted his head back and whined my name. I smiled, continuing my assault along the column of his neck, licking and sucking my way down to his shoulder. “I’ve always loved the noises you make when I’m taking you apart. Always so expressive.”
