Carl smiled. “Maybe a little.”
“I won’t,” Devon said.
He didn’t know how to explain to Carl that this weekend had been the best thing to happen to him, that he was grateful beyond words for what he’d experienced, and the new future ahead of them. So instead he said, “When I get to the dorm tonight, I’ll text you when I arrive.”
“Yes,” Carl agreed. “And I’ll text back.”
Devon laughed. “Why would you say that?”
“Just in case you were worried I wouldn’t.”
“You’re weird.”
“I know.”
The kiss touched Devon down to his core, and he wasn’t at all surprised when dinner was abandoned, and Carl led him back upstairs. There was only a little time left now before their weekend would have to end, and neither one of them wanted to let go of the other.
Chapter Fifteen
CARL
Feeling skin onskin was the best, Carl decided, and he looked forward to the day when he and Devon could be together without a condom, too. Soon, he knew. Devon was going to get a checkup from student health, so the next time they saw each other—which might be sooner than Devon was expecting, because Carl did have a car and didnothave classes, a job, or any responsibilities beyond planning his move to L.A.—they could be together bare.
But, for now, he was curled up on his side with Devon fucking into him from behind, his entire back touching Devon’s front. He felt safe and protected, and open and vulnerable. He loved the sensations and the beautiful bubble they created over the long weekend in Devon’s bed. This time, it was tender, and slow, and at the rate they were going, it was going to be ages before he came. But he liked waiting almost as much as he liked making Devon wait.
This “deflowering” hadn’t gone the way Carl had imagined it would.
No, it’d gone evenbetter.
When he’d cast his spell with Hope last week before they’d managed to get Devon on board with the plan, he hadn’t let himself picture anything beyond getting Devon naked and inside him. But now? Now his dreams were expanding moment by precious moment.
With each stroke of Devon’s cock, he imagined a bigger future. Not just him alone in a new city, but Devon by his side. Devon’s smile slicing him open with its sweetness when they found the perfect apartment. Devon waiting for him outside a studio where he’d just laid down tracks for a band. Devon applying for jobs with him. Devon high-fiving him when they both scored the cruise ship gig—because hedidwant to see the world. With Devon there beside him to take it all in. To help him hold it all. To make it real.
And he wanted to be the one to give everything to Devon, to inspire him to reach for each new experience and help lead him through it. Like he was giving Devon his ass right now, and inspiring him to chase his pleasure, and leading him to another shattering orgasm. Carl had never known before how sex could be so analogous to so many things, how it could echo life so thoroughly. The frustration, the action, the pleasure, the desperation, the climax, the aftermath…
It was like playing the guitar: crushing it through the chorus and bridge before bringing it down for a gentle landing. It was like casting a spell: the set-up, the focus, the intensity, the hope, then the clean-up. It was like traveling cross-country: the anticipation, the excitement-laced movement, the false stops and starts, the destination that felt too far and yet too close, and the arrival at a new home. It was like falling in love with Devon: first seeing him, watching him, wanting him, yearning, reaching, pining, aching, and finally, finally having him—as heady as orgasm, as satisfying as the after bliss.
Devon had agreed to teach Carl about sex, but he’d taught him about life. There would always be a post-fuck drop. The crash. The ending. But, if you were lucky, there would always be a new beginning, too. A few hours later when the refraction period ended. Every effort required rest in order to continue. Truly, sex was full of life lessons.
Devon’s mouth roamed over the back of Carl’s neck, leaving wet, tingling sensation it its wake. Devon sucked on his earlobe, making him shiver all over. “Ready to take more?” he asked, his voice throaty.
“No,” Carl said, almost laughing at the surprised stutter in Devon’s hips. “Stay slow. We’re going to make this one last.”
Devon groaned and slipped a hand up from where he’d been gripping Carl’s hips to rub at his nipples. “What about this?”
“Do it,” Carl agreed.
Devon’s fingers worked Carl’s nipples in time to his thrusts, and his eyes rolled back, his hips stilling as he took Devon’s steady rhythm. His cock leaked drops of pre-cum as it strained for more attention.
Carl was fair, though. If he was going to deny Devon, he was going to deny himself, too, so he didn’t take his cock in hand, instead just reveling in the slide and friction of being fucked and the pinching pleasure at his nipples.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Devon muttered into Carl’s damp hair. “I’m gonna go with you out west and you’re going to fuck me into thin air.”
“Mm, that’s a dangerous magic,” Carl said. “But it wouldn’t serve my purposes. I need you solid, and hard”—he squeezed around Devon’s cock for emphasis—“to meet my needs.”
Devon laughed. “I Googled while you napped.”
“Googled what?” Carl asked breathlessly.
