He thinks, The birds, the birds, the birds, they formed a cloud. Don’t you see? They formed a cloud and they swirled above me and I’m slipping. I’m slipping, no, not right now, not right now, not right—
Mike gasps as Sean’s fingers breach him, slick with the Vaseline he keeps in the drawer next to the bed. It’s just one finger, and Sean’s watching him with wide eyes, gaze roaming from his hand to Mike’s face and back to his hand again. He’s knuckle deep and Mike says, “More.”
He’s not capable of coherent thought when Sean finally, finally presses into him, propped up on his hands over Mike. Mike’s legs are wrapped around his waist, his dick straining between them. Sean’s moving slow, like he’s unsure of what he’s doing, like he’s worried about hurting Mike. Mike digs his heels into Sean’s back, the muscles in his thick thighs bunching. He groans as Sean is pushed forward until his hips are pressed against Mike’s ass.
Sean says, “Mike, oh, Mike, this isn’t going to last, I’m not going to last,” and Mike just says, “Move.”
He does.
Sean leans down and kisses Mike as he fucks up into him, their hands intertwining above Mike’s head. The bed is rocking back and forth as Sean snaps his hips, and Sean’s face is pressed against Mike’s beard, breathing hot and wet onto Mike’s neck. There’s a pressure building in Mike’s stomach and groin, and he reaches between them as Sean pulls back, wrapping his hand around his cock, jerking himself off in time with each thrust.
“I want to see,” Mike gasps. “I want to see you come.”
Sean’s face screws up tight, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. He’s pushing into Mike again and again, and then he’s out, fucking into his fist, Mike’s legs still wrapped around his waist.
He comes first, because that’s the way Mike wants it. Sean’s chest is flushed red, and there’s a trickle of sweat dripping down his cheek, and the sound of his dick in his fist is slick and obscene. He says, “Mike,” and then he’s coming in his hand, splashing down onto Mike’s thighs and balls. He’s trembling as he works himself through it.
Mike follows after. It rolls through him and he grays out a little as he spills over his hand and onto his stomach. His skin is buzzing and it’s almost like he’s floating, skin hot and muscles loose.
Sean collapses on top of him, seemingly uncaring about the mess between them. They’ll have to move, and soon, but for now, he doesn’t care. He wraps his arms around Sean’s neck. Sean has his ear pressed above Mike’s heart, listening to that fast, erratic beat.
Mike thinks, Yeah, this could go on forever.
Mike thinks, I want this to go on forever.
Mike thinks, And I’ll do anything to make sure it happens.
LATER THEY’RE lying side by side, facing each other, knees bumping together. Mike knows it mirrors the last time they were in a bed together, not that Sean remembers most of that. He’s not going to bring it up, though, for fear that it’ll cause Sean to forget. He doesn’t want Sean to forget what happened tonight. Not any of it. It’s precious, this thing between them, and Mike will protect it at all costs.
Sean’s got this goofy smile on his face, like he’s blissed out and stoned. He’s chuckling quietly at something Mike’s said, and Mike leans in and kisses him and kisses him, just because he can.
“Worth the wait,” he sighs as Mike pulls away.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says.
“Didn’t you get tired of it?” Mike asks, almost fearful of the answer. “How long it took for me to… I don’t know.”
Sean captures Mike’s hand in his own, bringing it up and kissing his knuckles. “We did what we had to,” he says, “to get where we are now. I needed to wait, just like you did.”
Mike nods. “To make sure I was what you wanted.” It hurts a little, but Mike gets it. Sometimes you have to keep your heart locked up and safe before giving it away.
“No, and you get that fool thought out of your head right now, big guy. I knew it was you from the very first day.”
“Oh. Then—”
“Because,” Sean says. “I knew what it would mean. It takes me time, Mike. Sometimes a very long time to get to the point where I’m ready to say out loud what I’m thinking in my head. I knew you were what I wanted, but I just had to get used to the idea of it. Because there’s no going back now, you know? This is it for me. I wouldn’t have been ready for this a year ago. Or six months ago. It happened because we were both ready for it. And I’m ready for you.”
Mike reaches out and touches Sean’s cheek. His heart is very full, and he’s having trouble choosing what words to say. Finally, “I would do it again.”
“What?”
“All of this. To get here. If I had to, I’d do it all over again.”
Sean chuckles. “Lucky for you, big guy, you won’t have to. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re kinda stuck with me now.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”