Page 64 of Flying
Once we’ve loadedthe car and packed up as much as we can, there are warm goodbyes before we head home.
“These damn peacocks are never anything but trouble.” River shakes his head as he interlaces our fingers and pulls me closer for a kiss.
I giggle. “Well, the Kelly family would sooner have someone be hit with a silicone dick annually before they adjust tradition.”
With a head shake that draws my focus to his hair flopping across his brow, he chokes out, “Don’t let them hear that, or it will get added to future years.”
My earlier hopeful heart explodes from the euphoric rush. Realization crashes like waves over me.I belong here. The best parts of small town life are why we put up with the challenges. It’s immediate, possibly impulsively spoken, but not impulsively decided:I need to be here.
Squeezing his hand harder, I pull us to a stop. We’re standing just before the entry to The Featherweight, under the gates with rose vines. The same exact spot we stood together in the dark in September.
I turn him to face me, and with a big nod, say, “I’m going to do it.”
I assume he can follow and he nods back so I’m hopeful he’s with me, but he asks, “Great, what exactly are you doing?”
“I’m going to just suck it up and serve my stupid time in the stocks. They only use those ankle things, right? The sports teams used to sit for different festivals to entertain tourists. You’ve done it before. It’s not so bad, right? I can just bring a book. Maybe I can convince them to make it shorter. Add bathroom and meal breaks.” My speech is paced a million miles per minute, my face hurts from smiling, but I feel confident in this.
“I’ll suck it up. Then stay. I want all of the peacock silliness. I want to get to see and hear you laugh like you just did. I’d be a fool to miss out, River. I’ve missed too much as it is. I love that sound.” I jump excitedly forward and miss full-on kissing him, landing at the corner of his mouth, “I love you. I think I’ve said it, but I can’t remember and I will say it as many times as you want to hear.”
Before another word can be said, he starts to pull us forward. We’re running towards the cottage, past the new boxes of vegetable gardens, herbs, and blooming florals. Across the paver stone walkways that now dissect the grass into additional regions, and up to our front door. Ours. River worked to make this feel truly mine over the last few weeks.
I have never felt like a place was truly my own, not even my childhood bedroom. Hard as I tried, I couldn’t find myself feeling rooted anywhere.
When I’m with River, I am home. That future I tried to picture earlier is becoming clearer now. I know if I let this go it would be the biggest regret of my life.
We’ve made our way through the front door and Pete barks from his crate in the living room.
“Not now, dude,” River tells him.
I am excited for everything life together with him will give me.Will give us.I need him to feel my love, to feel that all of this change happened because of him.
Leading him into the purple room, I turn and find the buttons of his fitted black shirt are mostly undone, leaving his broad chest and scattered brown hairs showing.
I nudge him backwards and he lands in a huff on the pile of clothes I had left on the couch while getting ready this morning. Shoving them towards the desk while pulling the zipper of his pants lower with my other hand. I rush like we’re going to be caught.
Maybe I am a little afraid of that, being caught by life. Broken apart and snapped back to the reality where people cannot be together forever, and there’s no time but this moment for me. I open the button at the top of the fly and he raises his hips to help me remove his pants. His dark blue boxer briefs are stretched tight around his growing cock and becoming more constrictive looking, so I cautiously bring my fingers to the waistband in an effort to free him. Softly dipping my hand into the elastic and grazing along his ass as I work the fabric caging him in lower.
As his erection springs free, the head pops up towards his stomach and flies forward. Tall and proud. His breath hitches as he waits to see what my next move will be, and for a moment I’m scared I went too far too fast despite how many times we’ve done this all.
“This is still okay, right?” I tepidly run my hands up his strong thighs.
He grits out, “I need you to touch me, or I will take over and show you what this torture is like.”
Leaning into the mischievousness, I linger, run my hands up and down his legs, moving closer and closer to his quivering member.
Using one hand, I fist the base of his cock before taking a tiny soft taste with my tongue on the head. He’s already dripping precum and I’m encouraged by the salty taste. Placing soft kisses and light licks over him, I watch his patience thinning.
“Lily,” he groans, and I begin to work his length with my fist while keeping my mouth motions soft. Until I’m back at the tip, cheeks hollow and mouth agape, taking him as far towards my throat as I can before questioning, “Hmm?” The vibrations off of my tongue massage his head.
“Fuck,” he goans out with a long breath, providing me the encouragement I need to keep going. I move him in and out of my mouth a few times, before I swirl my tongue around the top of his head. I lick gingerly. His hands gently sift through my loose curls, as strands are gathered into a faux ponytail gently. His kindness shines through, even when I’m torturing him.
I can see in his face the restraint, and push him a bit further, “Darling, please, relax. Let go. This is a moment for you. Be a good boy and give me everything you have.”
That is all it takes, and I can feel him tensing, moving close towards the finish line. River’s legs are tight, and when I slide my hand from his base to his balls, he comes undone and pulls himself back mid-orgasm, painting his stomach with sticky release. I grab his boxers off the floor and kiss my way up his lower stomach, and begin to slowly wipe him clean as he goes to yank me up towards him for a deep kiss.
There’s tongue, gentle hair pulling, and so much passionate energy from him reverberating off every cell in his body.
“Lily, I swear to God, I didn’t think I could love you more than I do, but then you go and…” I hug him close and instruct him to stop, and when he tries to push forward I palm his chest firmly.
