“It’s nice,” I whisper.
“But?”
“I want to think about it.”
“Yeah, okay. It’s a big decision.”
“Yes.”
We leave the apartment and head back to Apollo’s place. I’m lost in my thoughts. A furnished apartment is ideal for the short term. It would give me time to figure things out with Apollo. It is a lot of money to spend though. I’m sure there are less expensive furnished apartments in the city, but then I might have to get a car. I shudder. Driving is not a joy.
Back at Apollo’s, we cuddle on the couch, neither of us saying much. Finally, I break the silence.
“Today was nice. The guys are great.”
“Yeah, they are. I knew you’d like them, and vice versa.” He kisses the top of my head. “What do you want to do now?”
I think shifting the mood is in order. “How about we go take a nap?”
“I’m not tired.”
I smile. “Neither am I.”
“Nice. Let’s go.”
Apollo takes my hand and leads me down the hall to his bedroom. A feeling strikes me, one I’m not sure how to define. I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to find words for it.
“What’s wrong?” Apollo asks as he pulls his shirt over his head.
“Nothing actually. I was just…” Suddenly, the answer comes to me. It’s what I was feeling at the apartment earlier. It didn’t feel like a place I would live. It felt like a museum. This place…I drag my hand over the worn comforter. It smells like Apollo. The idea of not being here with him tugs at my chest.
“You look sad,” he says, sitting next to me.
“I’m not. I’m happy I’m here with you. So happy.” I smile. “Kiss me?”
“Definitely.”
Apollo pushes me back on the bed, kissing me roughly as he tugs at my jeans. It’s time for me to take over. I push him off, taking a minute to get my clothes off.
“Did you like tasting my cock last night?”
Apollo nods with a smirk on his lips. “Sure did. Can I do it again?”
“By all means. I do not wish to deny you. On your knees, amour.”
Apollo slides off the bed and onto his knees, pressing his mouth to my black, sheer panties. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
I twist my fingers through his hair. “I think the same of you.” I tug his hair, slightly pulling his head back. “Now, pull my dick out and suck it until I tell you stop.”
He shakes his head. “Whew. Yes.” He tugs my panties down, and instead of going straight for it, he rubs his face all over my dick, then moves down to my balls and back up again. He shifts his eyes up, beautifully dark like pools of midnight. He takes me into his mouth, sucking as if he’s been doing it all his life. He pulls off slightly, lapping at my slit and moaning when he gets a droplet of precum. His hands cup my ass, pulling me closer as he attempts to swallow my length. He gags, coughing and laughing, and then going right in for a second try. He’s more successful this time, but then surprises me as he buries his tongue in my belly button.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs. “You’re so beautiful, Felix.”
I watch in love-soaked awe as he worships my belly, my dick, my balls. He kisses and nibbles the insides of my thighs, then rises enough to suckle my nipples. Ah. Apollo discovers my Achilles heel. I melt into him, drowning in the sensations flowing through me. It feels like a low-voltage jolt of electricity—enough to light you up, but not enough to hurt.
When he returns to my dick, he goes hard, sucking my length down his throat, his fingers courageously slipping between my ass cheeks.
“Yes,” I hiss. “So good.”
“I want you to come,” Apollo says, dragging his tongue along my shaft. “I want to taste you so bad.”
I nod. “I’m close.”
“Am I doing this the way you like it?”
A laugh tumbles from my lips. He has no idea how fucking epic this is for me.
“Yes. Perfect.”
“Good.”
He continues sucking the life out of me. I claw his shoulders to balance myself as my feet try to leave the ground. The tension growing within me feels too big to contain, unwieldy as it barrels toward its apex. I brace myself for the internal explosion I know is coming. When it does, one word leaves my lips.
“Apollo!”
I force my eyes down to see his wide with awe as he locks onto my cock, sucking and swallowing my cum. He pulls back slightly, his mouth open as my dick continues spurting onto his tongue, and I have never seen anything more beautiful. Apollo latches on again, gently swirling his tongue over my sensitive tip until I’m completely drained. I fall back against the bed while Apollo crawls up next to me.
It takes me several moments to compose myself.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Am I okay?” Apollo repeats. “I’m amazing, Felix. That was very cool.”
I twist my head to look at him. “You enjoyed it?”
He searches my eyes for a moment. “It’s not very nice of you not to warn me.”
“I did warn you.”
“No, not that. You didn’t warn me that you would be so addictive. No heads-up at all that I would be so wrapped up in you, I can’t remember my life a few weeks ago without you in it. You should have told me, Felix, that at nearly forty years old, I would feel like a teenager again, discovering a world I never knew existed. Feelings and desires I didn’t know I was capable of. It’s not really fair that I walked in blind and unguarded.” A slow smile pulls at his lips. “But it’s okay. I forgive you. Being blindsided by something so incredible and life-changing was worth it.”
“Oh, sweet man. I have so many things still bottled up I want to say, but I am not ready.”
“Why?”
“Because when I say them, I want you to feel the same. I think we are close, very close, but…” I exhale, smiling. “I have spent half my life wishing for you. I do not know why it is finally time for me to have you, but I am thankful it happened. I will never leave you unless you ask me to, and even then, I would try to change your mind. I would cast aside any pride to hold onto you for as long as possible.”
“What if I never ask you to leave? What if I beg you to stay?”
“Then I will die a happy man.”
Apollo nods, his face flushing. I’ve never seen him like this before. Before I can ask what's wrong, he speaks.
“I have a lot of feelings bottled up too, Felix. Things that feel too soon and too late and just right.”
“I do not understand.”
“Yeah, I know that doesn’t make sense to you. It barely makes sense to me.” He exhales, smiling. “I just want you to know you’ve changed my life for the better.”
“Same.” I roll to my side, cupping his face before leaning in and kissing him softly. “I am not done with your body though.”
“I hope you never will be.”
“I can guarantee that.” As I search his sweet eyes, I know I’ll never be done with his heart either. “Are you ready for the next level?”
I watch as he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Whatever you have for me, I’m ready.”