“He wanted to be Jo March for Halloween,” Mom tells Bentley. “I watched the movie with him and he fell in love with it. I think he had a crush on Jo.”
“Oh my God,” I groan, burying my face in my hands.
“It wasn’t until he was ten that he read the book and it’s been his favorite ever since.”
Bentley nudges me and grins. “You look pretty stinking cute.”
“Shut up,” I say, shoving his face away, and making everyone laugh.
“Oh, look at this, his senior portraits. Such a handsome young man, my Alejandro.” She reaches over Bentley’s lap to squeeze my hand, and I’m pretty sure if Bentley wasn’t there she'd be pinching my cheek instead.
“Beautiful baby and handsome young man,” Tommy quips, “wonder what happened.”
Mom stands up to reach across the coffee table and slap his leg and we’re all laughing again. “You be nice to your brother,” she says.
“Yeah, be nice to your brother,” I say, and Tommy sticks his tongue out at me, so of course I do the same right back.
“Oh mon Dieu,” Pierre groans, with a grin on his face. “You two are ridiculous.”
“He started it,” I say, and that just makes everyone laugh more.
When we leave a couple of hours later, after a round of Pictionary and a cutthroat game of musical chairs, which Pierre “wins” by sitting on Tommy’s lap when my brother gets the last chair seconds before Pierre does, and claiming Tommy’s lap counts as a seat, then making them go againand getting the actual chair first, it’s late, but I’m not quite ready for bed just yet.
Seeing Bentley with my family, how seamlessly he fit in with everyone, how he belonged there, and how happy everyone was that we are together, just made me want him all over again. I know he’s been with them before as my friend, but having him as my boyfriend and everything feeling so perfect, it makes me realize how lucky I am, and how much I want him to always belong among the people I care for most.
“Wanna watchSupernatural?” Bentley asks when we close the door to his apartment after stepping inside, and I realize how completely natural it was for me to come in here with him, to assume he wanted me here, that this is where I belong. How natural it was for me to leave Marble here while we were gone and how natural it is now to see Bentley scooping her up and letting her cling to him, nudging his jaw with her head.
“We could,” I say. “Or…”
He eyes me. “Or?”
“Or we could finish what we started in the bedroom earlier today, and I could rim that delicious ass of yours until your pretty cock is leaking all over your bedsheets and you’re begging me to fuck you again.”
Bentley shivers and I grin wickedly when I see the bulge in his jeans.
“As far as options go, that's not a bad one.”
I chuckle and step closer to him, gripping his junk and squeezing it, drawing a yelp out of him that I fucking love. He jolts and Marble scrambles out of his arms and hops down, then glares at me.
“Bed, beautiful,” I tell Bentley. “Ass in the air.” I squeeze his cock and balls once more and he nods, scurrying into the bedroom. I’m grinning widely as I follow him, strippingout of my own clothes as I go. I shut the door and Marble meows at me from the other side. My cock twitches when I see Bentley on his hands and knees, waiting for me, that tight ass just begging for attention.
“Fuck, you look good like that, baby,” I tell him, slipping my briefs off. I can’t help wondering what his ass would look like in a pair of lacy pink panties, how pretty his cock and balls would be, nestled in the feminine material, or even better, his gorgeous dick hard and straining, leaking all over. Fuck. The thought has precum leaking out of my rock hard cock. “Look at you,” I say, kneeling on the bed behind him. “You’re soaking the sheets with how fucking wet you are already.”
A tremor rolls through him and more precum oozes out of his cock and onto the sheets. I grip his ass cheeks in my hands and squeeze them, making him moan. I press several soft kisses to his cheeks, and he squirms and juts his ass out more.
I chuckle. “You want something, baby?”
“I want your tongue on my hole,” he whines. “And I want you to spank me.”
“I’ll get there,” I say, and he groans. I swipe my tongue over his ass cheeks several times, nice and slow, before moving my tongue slowly up his spine, and back down, then press more kisses to the taut globes. He shivers, and his whimpers are getting even louder now. I fucking love it. And I love having him in this position, being able to do whatever I want to his ass, and seeing his balls heavy between his splayed thighs, his monster cock hanging low and leaking so much there’s a giant wet spot on the sheets. The amount of precum he makes is seriously one of the hottest things in the fucking world.
“Alex,” he whines again.
He jolts when I grip his balls in my hand and tug. Iwatch as his dick jerks and more precum leaks out of that gorgeous mushroom head. I cup his balls in my hand and roll them gently. He lets out a moan as he tosses his head back, his eyes closed. “Fuck, that's so good,” he whimpers.
I hum and press a kiss to his backside while I continue fondling his balls, then tug again and get the same beautiful gasp as the first time, along with the fresh beads of precum.
“God, you’re so damn sexy, baby,” I rasp and he starts to move his hips, chasing his pleasure, humping the air. I grip his cock, and pull it back between his legs. A breath leaves him, and I slide my tongue over the head, moaning at the taste of his precum. Fuck, I’m addicted. I swirl my tongue around the head a couple of times, and he squirms, before I take the head in my mouth and suck.
