He kissed a path down Wes’s body, from his lips to his pecs to his ticklish, quivering belly, and then lower, pulling down the waistband of Wes’s athletic shorts. Wes’s cock was already hard, already thick and heavy and hot, pressed against his abdomen.
Justin licked a long, wet path from his head to the base of his dick and back up before closing his lips around Wes’s cock head and sucking.
Wes groaned, and he gripped Justin’s skull, fingers tangling in his hair. He squeezed harder as Justin sucked him all the way down, lips sealed to Wes’s shaft until his cock head knocked against the back of Justin’s throat. He hummed, sucking in deep pulls. Wes’s thighs trembled, and his heels kicked at the blanket.
“Stop, stop. I don’t wanna come yet.” Wes tugged Justin back up. “I want to make love to you. It’s been too long.”
They’d been in Paris the last time they had sex. That had been far too long ago. Justin wiped his lips and rolled to his back, shucking his jeans and his boots as Wes dug through his duffel and pulled out a condom and a brand-new bottle of lube. He kicked off his shorts and rolled on top of Justin, caging him between his elbows as he rested his forearms on the blanket. Their hips rolled together. Justin’s thighs spread, and he hooked one ankle behind Wes’s knee.
Wes splayed his fingers across Justin’s cheeks. He rocked against him, kissing his forehead, his eyebrows, his cheekbones. The tip of his nose. His lips, and then his chin. Fireflies winked over Wes’s head, flickering in and out like stars that were close enough to grasp.
Justin groped for the lube and dragged it across the blanket. He pumped some into his hand, then reached between his legs and prepared himself as quickly as he could. Wes pushed his forehead against Justin’s chest and looked down, his lips open, breath coming in short pants that burned Justin’s skin. He grabbed the lube and helped, sliding his thick fingers in alongside Justin’s.
Justin tipped his head back and groaned. “I’m ready.”
Wes grabbed the condom and rolled it on. His hands shook as he slicked himself. He fingered another pump of lube into Justin’s hole, until Justin was trembling and grasping the blanket in both hands. “Wes!”
Wes wrapped Justin’s legs around his waist, hefted his ass in one large palm, and lined his cock up at Justin’s hole. He exhaled, once, twice, and a third time, like he was in the middle of a game. He closed his eyes. Opened them and stared into Justin’s gaze.
“I love you,” Wes whispered as he pushed forward.
Justin arched his back and moaned, his fingers clawing at the air, at his own scalp, then at Wes’s shoulders. It was too much and not enough, all at once. Wes was big, the biggest he’d ever had, and he felt every thick, hard inch. He was stretched, stuffed, impaled on Wes’s cock… and he fucking loved it. His own cock throbbed, dripping precome into his belly button. His ass clenched around Wes. Wes groaned and buried his face in Justin’s neck.
He kissed Wes until he could breathe again, then squeezed his legs around Wes’s waist and urged him to move. Wes did, slowly, every inch gliding so deep inside Justin it punched the breath from his lungs and left him panting, little puffs of air falling against Wes’s lips.
“Je’t'aime,” Wes whispered, dropping kisses in time with the flickers of the fireflies overhead. “Je’t'aime tellement, mon amour.”
The warm night, the silvered moonlit meadow. Wes above him, inside him, moving with such sweet slowness he felt like their bodies were merging, like if he rocked back against Wes, he’d fall into his cowboy’s big heart and soul. And a week ago he’d thought he’d never feel Wes like this again.
It was all too much, and Justin tipped over into his orgasm without warning. He grabbed Wes’s face and clung to him as he smothered his shout with a kiss. Wes followed, gasping as he buried himself inside Justin, his hips thrusting, his arms shaking, his shoulders trembling as his own orgasm burned through him.
After, Wes pulled Justin into his arms, holding him from behind as they sat and watched the stars, wrapped up in Wes’s sheet. They drank the champagne that hadn’t bubbled over straight from the bottle, passing it back and forth until they were both giggling and nuzzling each other’s cheeks and necks and sneaking