When we got to the house, we discovered Zander’s father had taken the TV and their computer and had made a mess of things in the process. I started to clean while Zander consoled Ashley and Molly. It was crazy, how the world could be filled with such incredible people, yet such horrible ones too; how we could all coexist in this life made of ups and downs.
“You should come to Atlanta,” Zander said.
“It’s not your job to take care of me,” Ashley replied.
I said, “That’s what family does. Our home is always open for you.” Zander didn’t live with me, but it felt like my home was his and his family was mine.
Ashley stood, walked over, and hugged me. “I couldn’t be happier to have you in my son’s life.”
“That means I’m in yours too, so good luck to you. I can be a bit much,” I replied, making her laugh.
But they didn’t come with us. It wasn’t as if they could drop everything at the last minute, uproot their lives, and move away. They would do what they always did—move on from one of Zander’s dad’s visits.
We said our goodbyes, and Zander and I headed home.
That evening, we were naked together in bed after a shower when I pulled him on top of me. “My hole would like to be reacquainted with your cock, please.”
“I think you’re using me for sex.”
“Wouldn’t it be the other way around? Makes sense, considering I’m the best lay you’ve ever had.”
“Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes. “Are you going to spend the rest of our lives bringing that up?”
“I mean, wouldn’t you?” I teased.
Zander rolled off me and reached for the nightstand drawer. “Ugh. I guess. My dick has been feeling a little lonely lately. And he’s cold, so you know, it will be nice and warm inside you.”
I laughed. “Glad I can be of service to you, brat. I’ll be your dick warmer and you mine.”
“It’s not a bad gig.” He grabbed the lube, a condom, then lingered. “Do we need these? Now that you’re my boyfriend and we’re in love—oh my God, I sound ridiculous. Giddy because I have a boyfriend and I’m in love. What have you done to me?”
“I like it.” I kissed his shoulder. “And hey, you’re my first boyfriend too.”
“First…last…only.”
“Oh yeah, we’re going to be one of those couples. And no, we don’t need them. I haven’t been with anyone since a month or so before our first time…that would have been around April. I was checked both after him and after you.”
“It’s been even longer for me, and I was checked as well. Negative.”
I grabbed him, pulled him close. “Mmm. I can’t wait for you to fill me up.”
“This will be a first for me with no rubber, so if I blow my load the second I’m inside you, don’t hold it against me.”
“I won’t. We’ll have a lifetime to make up for it.”
Zander pushed me to my back, kissed his way down my body. My hips thrust forward when he took my erection deep in his mouth.
“Fuck yes, baby. So good.” I fisted my hand in his hair, fucked his mouth. “Yeah, that’s it. Your mouth was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”
He hummed around me, kept sucking me while he fiddled with the lube, then pushed two fingers in my hole. I cried out, bucked my hips again, loving the sensation of him inside me while he swallowed around my dick.
Zander opened me up, pushing a third finger in, twisting and turning them, rubbing my taint with his thumb at the same time. I was achy and needy, my balls full. I wanted him inside me, wanted him to come in me, and then later tonight I’d do the same to him, fill him up with my load because he was mine.
“Fuck me… God, Zander, fuck me.”
“Hell yes.” He pulled away, leaving me empty, then pushed me over so I lay partly on my chest and side with my top leg bent. He knelt, one leg on each side of my bottom one, slicking his thick cock. I watched him over my shoulder, his concentration, the way he bit his lip and his whole body trembled, like he would burst out of his skin.
He used one hand to spread my ass cheeks while the other guided his cock to my rim, the slick head right fucking there, but not pushing inside. “We’ve been doing it all along, but this is the first time we’ve admitted it to each other,” he said.
“Admitted what?”
“That we’re making love.”
I breathed in sharply, and then Zander was nudging me, opening me again, this time with the head of his cock.
“Fuck yes…Zander. You have no idea how much I want you.”
“Me too.” He pushed in farther, my body adjusting to the shock of pressure that was always there when initially being filled.
He worked his way in slowly until his groin met my ass, and then he smiled, this big, proud fucking smile like he was the king of the goddamned world.
“Proud of yourself, are you?”
“Just savoring. Can you blame me?”
“No, but can you fuck me now?”
Zander leaned down, kissed my shoulder. “Yes, I can.”
He snapped his hips forward, doing exactly as promised. I stroked myself as best as I could in this position, but didn’t think I needed it. This was him, the man I loved, and he was inside me bare. He would blow his load and fill me with his cum. Just the thought almost sent me over the edge, and that didn’t count how he dicked me down just right, the way his cock rubbed my prostate with each pump of his hips.
“Harrison…Harrison…holy crap. I’m gonna blow.” Zander thrust wildly, and I felt it, the way his cock spasmed inside me, the hot jet that filled me over and over, like he couldn’t stop coming, like his balls would spill inside me forever.
He moaned and then pulled out, bent over me, and swallowed my cock down just as he pushed two fingers inside me, playing in the evidence of his pleasure. It was enough to send me over the edge, for my body to tremble and my world to spin as I tensed in a release of my own.
We lay there, cummy and sated, one minute, two…they kept ticking by as we held each other.
“Oh God,” Zander said. “We have to tell Ross, don’t we?”
“Yes, we do, but I’m fairly certain he already knows how crazy we are about each other.”
“He’s going to call me daddy just to give me shit. You know that, right?”
“I do…and it’s kinda funny.”
“No, it’s really not.” Zander brushed his thumb back and forth over my nipple, his leg slung over my hip. “I know it seems easy now, but it might not always be with me. I believe you when you say you love me, but I’ll still be scared sometimes. I might not always act like I know it, or I might pull away, but I’m trying. I’ll always try. Just…be patient with me. Please.”
He was right. Nothing could change overnight. How did you unpack a whole lifetime of insecurities with the words I love you? That was only the beginning. The work started now. “I will be. We’ll figure it out together.”
Zander nodded. “I want Mom and Molly to move to Atlanta. I know that’s not your responsibility. There’s nothing you have to do, but I want you to know.”