“Fuck,” he moaned. “So tight. Hot.” It took all of his concentration not to slam his cock the rest of the way in. He gazed at Jeff’s face, flushed with desire.
“More,” Jeff begged.
“Are you ready?”
“More!”
Chad pushed forward and bit his lip at the incredible silky channel gripping his cock. Pleasure skittered across his skin. He paused, but Jeff whimpered, so he pushed harder and suddenly slid deep inside, balls deep, and it felt better than anything he had ever experienced. Because of his casted arm, bracing himself on the mattress wasn’t really doable, so he wrapped his arms around Jeff’s thighs and held him tight.
“Are you okay?” he managed to ask, his voice gravelly, the restraint almost killing him.
“Go.”
Chad shuddered, pulled back until just the tip of his cock remained inside, then thrust forward with more force.
Jeff grunted and grabbed Chad’s cheeks. “So good. More. More.”
“Harder?”
“Yes! Harder. I need it. I need you to…oh, God, that feels…” Jeff’s breath came out in short pants.
“You need me to what? Look at me Jeff. What do you need from me?”
Jeff licked his lips. “Claim me. Make me yours. Show me I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Chad growled as he pulled back and slammed forward, shuddering with pleasure as he made this amazing man his. He wanted to bury his cock inside Jeff every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to make Jeff scream his name and beg for more. He wanted to give him the best orgasm of his life.
Jeff reached for his cock.
Chad shooed away his hand. “Not yet.” He slid in and out of Jeff’s tight channel, and when he felt theelectricity skimming down his spine and the familiar heat of this balls tightening, he wrapped his handaround Jeff’s shaft.
With just a few strokes, Jeff came, his pearly cream shooting onto his flat stomach and dripping down Chad’s hand. The beautiful sight put Chad over the edge.
He thrust hard. Once. Twice. Three times, then exploded, his release firing out of his cock, filling the condom. His entire body shuddered and he closed his eyes, giving into the waves of pleasure.
Chad, his body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, wanted to collapse on top of Jeff, but he slowly, carefully pulled out, slid over, and removed the condom. He tied it and tossed it into a nearby wastebasket. He grabbed his shirt off the floor, used it to wipe his hand and Jeff’s stomach, before pulling Jeff into his arms until their chests pressed together.
“That was amazing,” he whispered into Jeff’s ear. He kissed his neck and pulled him closer. “Are you…okay?”
Jeff stared into his eyes and gave him a smile. “I’m more than okay. I’m in love. I just had the most amazing sex of my life and I’m in your arms. What more do I need?”
Chad grinned. He surely couldn’t think of anything. He placed a soft kiss on Jeff’s lips and sighed. “Why did I fight this?”
Jeff smiled and his eyes twinkled. “You’re an alpha male. You see yourself as the Prince Charming. The knight in shining armor. You never even considered the fact that someone could chase after you.”
“But you did. And you rescued me.”
“Because I knew the minute I saw you, you were the one.”
“I love you, Jeff.”
“I love you, too.” He grinned. “Now, how about a nap, some dinner, and then round two?”
“Sounds like a plan, Prince.”
Jeff chuckled and turned so that they spooned.
Chad sighed. He’d been an idiot. Love really could happen in an instant. Why had it taken him so long torealize that? It seemed fairy-tale love was real, even if his Prince Charming had to knock him out to get him to notice.
THE END
The Great Pretender
For Damon. Your courage inspires me to this day.
“All right, all you guys and dolls, that was Elvis Presley singing ‘Hound Dog’ and he sure can croon!Now it’s time to shake up the sounds and play our most requested song of the day, ‘The Great Pretender’ by The Platters. This is WKLM and Daddy-O is rockin’ and rollin’ tonight!”
The disc jockey’s smooth voice resonated through the speakers and Billy spun the dial up before he turned right onto Wilson Lane, enjoying the way the wind blew through his short hair, cooling his heated skin. He loved driving with the top down, even as darkness began to fall around him. The day had been unbearably hot and sticky; it was clear that the summer of ‘56 was going to be a scorcher.
Melody poured from the speakers, floating on the crisp night air, and he couldn’t help but sing along, his voice loud and off-key. He was alone in the car, so what did it matter, anyway? Ironic, he mused, letting the music wrap around him, the lyrics filling him, forcing their way through the shield he wore every day. No, the irony that the lyrics of this very popular song spoke to him on such an intimate levelwas not lost on him.