could have gone with Travis, yes. Like this, he’d at least get to look forward to seeing him again. That was nice too. Only two nights alone.
After a short shower, still buzzing, Micah fell asleep easily.
The next day, he went running again, this time doing an invigorating eight miles, smiling like a fool until he tasted salt on his lips. Then he baked cookies—chocolate chip with macadamia nuts. Hopefully, Travis would like them. He kept imagining what he’d do once Travis came home. Maybe some groveling would be appropriate? The image of Travis hugging his clothes still haunted him.
He tried to fill the rest of the day with studying and reading, but he was jittery. In the evening, he ended up wandering around the chalet like a ghost, thinking of Travis. The guest apartment downstairs only had a shower stall, so he used the upstairs bathroom to take a bath. The space was filled with Travis’s things and the memories of their time together.
Barely aware of how he got there, Micah found himself in front of Travis’s bedroom. With a trembling hand, he opened the door.
The bed was made, Travis’s pajama pants and a T-shirt folded neatly on top of the covers. Micah smoothed his hand over the blanket, and goose bumps covered his skin. Travis’s scent saturated the room, and Micah’s body reacted immediately.
Turning off all rational thought, Micah let his emotions and desires drive him. The bathrobe pooled by his feet, and he pulled Travis’s T-shirt on. He ran his hands down his chest, over the soft cotton, and with joy, he realized he was hard, his cock standing upright. Naked from the waist down, he climbed into the bed. He lay on his side and turned his head, hiding his face in the pillow. He could almost feel Travis next to him; he could smell him. This was where they’d slept and made love. Here they’d lain joined for hours when Travis had first bred him, giving him the most intense pleasure Micah had ever experienced.
He let the memories overwhelm him, and his hand drifted to his erection. He closed his eyes and remembered Travis’s face when they’d fucked, all the passion, awe, and joy.
Let me in, Micah. Oh please, darling, let me in.
He tried to recall the feeling when Travis’s cockhead had pushed at the barrier to his womb. The spike of single-minded need had been like a gaping wound in his core, a nonnegotiable requirement. He’d craved to be branded in a way he could never wipe out. And when Travis had breached him, the pleasure had grown deadly.
Whatever you want, my love. I’ll do anything for you.
Love me.
I do, Micah. I love you.
It had been magical. Once his womb had opened, he had been submerged in ecstasy. Unable to help himself, Micah lifted his legs and reached around his thigh. He pushed a finger into his hole and moaned. Slick and fluttering, hell…he was healed now and so damn horny. Feeling desperate with arousal, he used two fingers, trying to push deeper into his ass while he stroked his cock in a frenzy. It could never be enough.
He wanted Travis. He needed Travis.
My gorgeous young virgin, all knocked up.
Longing for Travis’s knot, Micah came, a short, frustrating peak that only left him wanting. He lapped the cum up. Then he wiped his hands on the bathrobe and rolled on the bed, seeking more of Travis’s scent.
Trying to calm down, he thought of the aftermath, the peace, and the quiet contentment when the oversensitive pouch in his belly had closed around Travis’s cum, full and sated, and Micah had drifted, impaled on Travis’s knot, held tight, treasured.
He fell asleep, hugging the pillow.
Sixteen
Travis
Rubbing his face with his palms, Travis sighed. “He was obviously in pain. Miserable. Every time I forgot myself and reached out, he flinched as if I was about to burn him. I wanted to hold him. Nothing more. Just hold him.”
His dad patted his back. “But that’s what you wanted. Not what he needed. You did good, Travis. You gave him space. You will have a different man waiting for you when you come home, I promise.”
“You don’t even know him.”
“Maybe not. But he loves you too.”
Travis gave his father a skeptical frown and finished his beer. He wiped his beard carelessly into his sleeve and scratched behind his ear.
“Look at you! How could he not?” His dad laughed. “You’re cute, even when you’re rude and obnoxious. But I’m partial, of course.”
“I came