agree, a fluttery happiness taking up residence in my chest.
******
The second we’re through his apartment door, the heat of his mouth is against mine, our hands wandering greedily over each other’s bodies, under his shirt, through my hair, over his ass, cupping my hardening cock. His quiet moans vibrate against my tongue as I walk him backward down the hallway.
We reach his bedroom, and he pushes the door open, pulling me inside and then closing it behind us again. He doesn’t switch the light on, instead, leaving the room bathed in the light from the moon and a streetlamp on the street below. He reaches for the hem of his shirt, stripping it over his head and then dropping it on the floor. His pants follow, leaving him standing in the moonlight in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. His skin has a pale, translucent glow, soft patches of hair peppered here and there.
He steps closer, and I realize he probably wanted me to take off my clothes too, not just stand and stare at him. But if he’s impatient, he doesn’t show it, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to my lips and slipping his hands under my shirt to run his fingers gently over my stomach, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
I groan against his mouth, parting my lips and deepening the kiss, his body melting against mine as we work together to get all of my clothes off.
“I never thought we’d be here,” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers gentle as they slide through my hair, his kiss sweet and tender. I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, shoving them down. We both groan as our hot, hard, bare cocks brush against each other for the first time.
I chuckle against his mouth. “You’re telling me.”
I walk him toward the bed, and when his knees hit the mattress, he tumbles down, dragging me with him. We fall in a naked heap, laughing around hot kisses.
“I love you, Leo. I know you might not be there yet. I know you’re coming from a much further place because of what I did, but I love you.”
My breath catches in my throat, my heart pounding harder against my ribcage. No matter how hard I tried to push him away and punish him for my own insecurities, somehow, he can still love me.
“I love you too, Belly.”
Hudson whimpers, his fingers digging into my back, the kiss deepening as our hard cocks piston against each other.
“I want you inside me,” he moans.
“Fuck,” I groan, grinding my erection harder against his, the hot need deep in my stomach tightening my balls and making my cock drip with precum, smearing it across Hudson’s skin.
“Condoms and lube in the drawer,” he pants, and I manage to tear myself away from him to reach for the supplies we need.
Sitting back on my knees with a half-empty bottle of lube and a condom in hand, I look down at Hudson, bathed in moonlight, his lips swollen, his cock leaking, his skin dark with arousal. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes half lidded and trained on me in anticipation.
I squirt some lube onto my fingers and slip them between his legs, into the crease of his ass. I circle his hole with my index finger, feeling the hot pucker soften under my touch. Hudson bites his bottom lip against the soft moans that can’t be contained, his hips twitching as his legs fall open wider. I lean forward and kiss him again, licking into his mouth as I ease the tip of my finger into his tight entrance. His breath hitches, his inner muscles twitching around the invasion as I sink in to the first knuckle.
“Oh god, Leo, fuck,” he groans, lifting his hips and forcing my finger deeper until the rest of my knuckles are pressed against his hole, my index finger buried to the hilt. I crook my finger, pressing it against his prostate, pushing my other knuckles harder against his taint to put pressure on it from the outside. He lets out a gasping wail, his cock jerking and spurting out a few dribbles of creamy cum.
“Pleasepleaseplease,” he babbles, just like Bishop always does. I smile to myself, wondering which of them picked that up from the other through all their years of hooking up. Surprisingly, there’s no bitterness or jealousy attached to the thought. The past is the past; we’re in the present, and it’s a pretty damn good present