I feel the same way.
It’s damn near impossible not to swivel my hips to increase the friction, and with him damn near humping my hand I’m afraid I’ll lose my grip on one of us if I move too. The only consolation is that his cockhead keeps nudging the sensitive ridge underneath my crown, and that delicious pressure is incentive to stay still while he squirms in my arms.
“Jace, please,” Blake groans after I’ve edged him for the third time. The desperation in his tone has me nearly ready to burst, so I tighten my grip and shuttle my hand as fast as my body will allow, working us both until we explode.
For a few seconds we remain stagnant, frozen in place as our dicks quiver in my fist. Blake is the first to move, a relieved cry spilling from his lips as he rests his forehead against mine, gasping as the aftershockscourse through him. I’m only slightly more stable, chest heaving erratically as our cum mixes together and drips over my fist.
Best homecoming ever.
Once empty, Blake staggers over to the couch and collapses onto the cushions, chest rising and falling heavily underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. I strip mine off to clean up and pull up my boxers before flopping down next to him.
“If that’s what happens when you come home from a trip, I’m less opposed to Axel dragging you away for work.” Blake lifts his head up just long enough for his eyes to roam over me then lets it fall limp against the cushion.
“I’m not sure how much work travel I’ll have with him now that he’s got this new training venture.” I run a hand through my hair to brush the sweaty strands off my forehead. “We haven’t talked specifics about his future plans, although my guess is he’ll retire from the competition circuit sooner rather than later, which probably means fewer road trips for me. Speaking of work, how’s the new boss.”
Blake opens his mouth and shuts it, opens it again, and blows out a frustrated breath. “He’s… cool.”
It could be the exertion from what we just did, but I get the feeling the red in his cheeks isn’t from post nut euphoria.
“You don’t sound convinced.”
“I am. I mean, I’m convinced he’s cool. It’s just that…” He lifts his head, eyes darting nervously to mine as he licks his lips.
The panicky feeling I had on the road earlier comes back with a vengeance, and I struggle to keep my voice level. “What?”
“Turns out I already knew him. We…” He drops his gaze to his lap, which like mine, is only covered by the thin fabric of his boxers.
“You fucked,” I sigh, closing my eyes.
“Yeah.” His fingers tug at the material hugging his thigh.
“Did you again?” I’m surprised at how calm I sound when my heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.What’s the right response here?We said we’d try the dating thing, but we didn’t specify we’d be exclusive. I sort of assumed we would be since there aren’t any other guys in town for him to hook up with, and he left the spa where he used to find them. Plus, by Blake’s own admission, he’s only ever had a repeat with me, so I took that to mean I’m special somehow. Important enough to be the only man he’s sleeping with.
But since we never set any boundaries, I can’t be upset if he crossed one he didn’t know I expected to be in place.
“No. I didn’t sleep with him.” Blake says evenly. Too evenly.
“You wanted to, though.”
“I told you I want to make this work.” It’s not an admission, but he’s not disagreeing with me, either, and I don’t know how to feel about that.
Truthfully, I’ve never given serious relationships a lot of thought, not because I don’t believe in them, but because it’s never come up before. And if I really get into the weeds, I think the idea of a relationship might look different for me than it does other people.
Being bisexual, I can totally see myself being in a relationship with a man while sleeping with the occasional woman, or vice versa. With my partner’s permission of course. Yet, now that Blake’s bumped into a former lover, one he clearly still has an interest in, I’m re-thinking that. I find myself a little bothered by the idea of Blake with another guy. I don’t know if that’s because it’s anotherguy, or because I don’t really have a desire to be with anyone but him. At least not at the moment.
I get that my feelings probably don’t make much sense, but after years of living a free-spirited life, relationships are new to me. And my definition probably doesn’t fit a traditional mold seeing as how I’ve seen and even participated in poly relationships. But now that I’mfaced with a scenario where I might have to share my new boyfriend with someone else…
Hold up.
Blake told me before I left that he’s only ever wanted something more with me and one other guy. If he’s not denying he was tempted to sleep with whoever his new boss is… That must be the one other guy.
Shit. People say relationships are complicated, but I thought it’d take longer to get to the complicated part.
Twisting so I can see him, I brace an elbow on the back of the couch. “So, we said we’d see how things go with us… How do you want them to go?”
The crease in his brow tells me he’s worried, and despite feeling confused, I reach for his hand.
“I want them to get going.” Blake stares intently at our linked fingers. “I don’t want to screw things up because my former lover suddenly lives here.”
