Lance. He had never stopped loving him. And as it currently stood, he couldn’t imagine ever meeting a guy half as good as he was. Surely, that was enough of a reason to say yes.
But then there was the incident. Kirk had never known such pain, such betrayal. Could he risk going through that again? Would he even survive if it did happen again?
Lance took a step closer. The two were mere inches from one another now. Kirk could taste the man on his lips. He could see the tears well in his eyes. He could feel Lance’s body tremor and tremble as he tried to keep it together.
“Please...” Lance tried again, putting himself on the line one final time. “Please... I love you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The morning sun was warm on Lance’s face. He closed his eyes tight as it shone through the bedroom window, bathing him and everything in the room golden. It was such an improvement on his old room too, one where the only source of natural light came from a tiny window in the bathroom and barely even reached the bed. This bedroom alone was almost a palace by comparison.
The bed was better than his old one too. It was bigger, softer and infinitely more comfortable. Even the bed sheets were of a finer quality; thick and silky smooth. He lay on top of them at the moment but was already looking forward to spending the night wrapped in them, not moving except for when he had to.
And if it wasn’t the bedroom or the bed that had improved significantly, it was Lance’s entire life. He kept his eyes shut, leaned his head back and moaned his pleasure. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“What makes you think I would?” Kirk’s head popped up from between Lance’s legs.
“What do you call this?” Lance raised a cheeky eyebrow at the man he loved.
“All right, all right,” Kirk rolled his eyes. He then winked at Lance once before ducking his head back down and getting back to what he had been doing.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Lance moaned his delight. “Don’t you dare stop.”
It was a Tuesday morning, which almost always meant one thing. It was the one day of the week where Lance actually started work after Kirk, as opposed to several hours before. As such, the two men had gotten into a wake-up routine which greatly benefitted Lance... which was why he hadn’t bothered putting a stop to it as of yet.
It was his full, aching balls that Kirk was currently working. As Lance lay back in bed, he delighted in the way that Kirk sucked them. He had them wrapped in his mouth in full, sucking on them like a newborn on a pacifier. As Kirk did this, he rubbed the palm of his hand over the tip of Lance’s penis, massaging it, using the precum that dripped from it like lubricant.
Lance had both his hands wrapped in Kirk’s hair; he gripped it by the sides, holding him in place as he worked him over and over again. Every now and then, Lance would ease up a little, which would see Kirk take a breath of air and then latch onto his penis instead. He would then suck the end of that thick, veiny, pulsating member like it were a lollipop he was trying to finish quickly. Indeed, the way the man sucked at the thing, one might have thought it was just as sweet.
And all the while, Lance remained on his back, eyes closed, enjoying the moment. And not just this moment either. But all the moments that led to this one; the good and the bad.
He thought of how he used to be, long before he had met Kirk. Lance the playboy, Lance the man-whore, Lance the last person anyone would ever think to have a boyfriend. And not just have one but live with one!
He thought of what he had done to Kirk when they were dating, how he had hurt him, and then how he had promised to make it up to him every single day until the day he died. It had only been a month since he had made the promise, but so far, he was fulfilling it the best way he could.
And he thought of now, this moment right here. He was lying in bed, a bed that he now shared with Kirk. The bed was located in the apartment that the two lived in together. And the man sucking on his cock like it was a banana dipped in chocolate sauce, was Lance’s boyfriend.
Of course, Lance and Kirk had gotten back together. Was there really any chance of that not happening? Once Lance put himself out there, begging Kirk to take him back, it was just a matter of Kirk realizing that he was happier with Lance than without... and then being confident enough to open his arms and welcome Lance back into his life. Lucky then that confidence was one thing Kirk wasn’t missing.
It was funny in a way, that when the two first met, everyone was certain that Lance had been the one settling, that he could somehow do better. Well right now, as Kirk licked up Lance’s shaft and sucked on the tip of his achingly hard penis, Lance had to disagree. He was the one that was punching above his weight. He just hoped that Kirk never realized.
“You’re going to fuck me now.” Kirk’s head popped back up. He was still stroking Lance’s hard dick, but the look in his eyes suggested it wasn’t going to end there. “All right.”
“Is that an order?” Lance smirked. His entire body was shaking and he had to work to keep himself in control.
“Yes. You have a problem with that?” Kirk raised an eyebrow.
“Not at all,” Lance laughed. “Now, on your knees, boy.” He pointed to the end of the bed like a drill sergeant.
Kirk beamed as he scurried to the end of the bed. He then got himself ready, on his knees, that perfectly rounded ass sticking up and ready for Lance to take. Lance waded toward it; his eyes trained on that little asshole. Fuck, it was perfect. Fuck, it was amazing. Fuck, it was all his.
His cock was hard, and he was all but ready to put himself into the man he loved and take him right there and now before he had to go to work. But before he did that, he bent down, licked his lips and shoved his mouth right into that hole.
“Oh!” Kirk yelped as Lance’s tongue began to massage his anus. “Hello.”
“Mhhhmmmm!” Lance mumbled, unable to speak as his mouth was busy.
He ate Kirk’s ass that morning, for a good ten minutes before he finally got around to fucking him. As he ate him, he reached around and stroked his man’s penis. He spanked his ass. He scratched at his back and pinched his thighs. He did whatever the heck he liked, simply because Kirk was his.
Six months ago, Lance truly believed he was as happy as he’d ever be. He had just come up with a cool new business idea, he was in the best shape of his life, and he had no desire to ever meet someone and settle down. Now though, he couldn’t imagine his life being any other way.
And yes, there had been some hard times. Times where he’d wanted to tear his own fucking heart out of his chest and stomp on it. But there had also been good times. And boring times. And just plain old average times. But that was love. It was a concept that Lance was still getting used to, but one he also knew he had nothing but time to perfect.