Jax sat back and eyed the delectable beta spread out before him. Niall grinned and changed his position to spread-eagle, cradling Jax between his knees. It truly was criminal that this man didn’t get fucked and sucked as often as possible. Jax needed to be firm with his bosses—no more long-distance jobs after Hampson Towers.
“Get the lube,” Jax commanded, smiling when Niall pulled it out from underneath the pillow.
Niall peered slyly up at him. “I put it there as soon as you texted. There’s another in the couch cushions because I wasn’t sure how far we’d make it.”
Jax’s cock hardened into stone. “Come ‘ere,” he rumbled, grabbing Niall by his right leg and flipping him over. In seconds, Jax had his tongue buried in Niall’s tight little ass, licking into his crease and tongue-fucking him like it was his last meal.
Niall gripped the sheet. “Oooooh. Oh, babe. Oh my stars. Fuuuuuuck.”
Grinning around Niall’s pink hole, Jax continued his relentless assault, circling the rim with his tongue before inserting it into Niall’s entrance. Over and over, he stabbed at Niall’s ass while his boyfriend cried and pleaded into the pillow.
Jax’s own cock was desperate for attention, but he left it untouched for the moment, not wanting to blow too soon. Hepropped Niall’s knees up slightly, pulling his cheeks apart to open him wider. Hammering Niall’s hole with his tongue, he then ran it down to his sac, pausing to suck the balls into his mouth. He hummed, lapping at one before giving the same attention to the other.
“Please,” Niall begged. “I need you.”
“You have me,” Jax replied, reaching for the lube. He slicked Niall’s hole before slipping in one finger. It went in easily, as did the second one. Once three fingers were in, he twisted his wrist in a way he knew drove his boyfriend crazy, tapping a rhythm on the spot deep inside Niall that made him groan.
“Damn, Jax. Get the fuck in me right now.” Niall spoke on a moan, sounding half-drunk as he writhed against Jax’s hand.
Jax settled behind Niall. He reached for the lube again and coated his aching shaft, giving the base a squeeze to slow down his orgasm, which already felt imminent. Pressing the crown of his dick to Niall’s glistening hole, he pushed in slowly, both men savoring the stretch of his entry.
Neither spoke as Jax gained a steady pace, pumping his cock in and out of Niall.
Jax circled his arm around Niall's torso, pressing them firmly together. Niall looked over his shoulder, and they kissed solemnly.
Jax loved Niall so much, loved the life they shared. As he continued moving, listening to Niall’s familiar grunts of pleasure, he knew he’d never find another man like this. Never feel this way about anyone else. He’d had other boyfriends. Even a few long-term ones. But none of them were Niall. None of them had his infectious energy or easy smile. None of them loved as freely or as fiercely as Niall did.
Jax’s cock remained buried deep as both men reached for Niall’s leaking erection. They stroked Niall together, breathing in unison. Finally, a soft cry left Niall's lips. Jax kissed hisshoulder blades as he milked his cock, cum jetting onto the small towel Niall had also pulled from beneath the pillow.
Niall whispered, “Come inside me.”
Jax needed no further encouragement. It was a miracle he hadn’t come already. Rising to his knees, he pulled Niall up against his chest and began pistoning his hips in earnest. Less than a minute later, he orgasmed with a groan, his hot seed filling Niall.
Still connected, they fell to their sides on the bed. Jax stayed inside his boyfriend until his dick softened and slipped free. He watched his cum trickle down Niall’s crease. Using his pointer finger to scoop up the pearly liquid, he returned it to Niall’s ass and stuck his finger in, plugging it.
Niall chuffed. “Feeling possessive?”
“Is that what it is? I just like knowing my cum is in you.”
“Me too.”
Jax kissed Niall’s neck below his hairline. “I’m going to love you forever, you know.” Saying the words settled him because he knew they were true. He’d never felt as close to anyone as he did to Niall. And with that thought, Jax finally understood the implications of loving Niall unconditionally.
That he loved all the parts of him.
All. The. Parts.
Jax’s eyes popped open. Suddenly, he had perfect clarity on what he needed to do. “There’s something we should talk about,” he said, eager to share his epiphany.
But Niall’s lazy “hmm” signaled that his boyfriend was fucked out and half-asleep.
“That’s okay.” Jax gave Niall another kiss on the shoulder as he kept his finger inside him. “We can talk tomorrow. I hear lasagna makes great breakfast.”
***
The next morning, Jax smiledas he fidgeted with the dozens of settings on the coffeemaker. Niall had brought the fancy machine over the day he’d moved in, insisting he couldn’t exist without it.
In the two months they’d shared the apartment, Niall had made the space feel more lived-in. There were decorative pillows on the couch, novelty mugs in the cupboards, and potted plants in every room.
