I lie next to Jesse, his body spread out across the mattress, totally exposed.

I appreciate every line in his torso, between his muscles, as well as the impressive bulk in his chest and biceps, and that little curvature in his lips.

He looks satisfied with what we’ve shared.

We’ve been lying here, basking and reveling in that experience.

I feel more content than I’ve ever felt with anything we’ve done together because I got to have Jesse in a way that felt so much more intimate than ever before. It was about more than filling him up raw. It was about this place we’ve reached in our relationship, what that moment represents for us.

“That was incredible,” he says.

“You were incredible,” I say quickly, because I’m still thinking about every movement, every whimper, every moan…about my fixation on this amazing guy.

I’ve had a lot of sex in my life, but Jesse…he’s the only one who takes it to something so far beyond fucking. It’s wild and intense, but so intimate too.

As I roll over to him and rest my hand on his stomach, I gaze down into those eager eyes, which look at me as though he wouldn’t mind me taking him again.

I’m as obsessed as ever, and there’s no one I’d rather be obsessed with than my Jesse.

Of course, I can’t seem to just enjoy an amazing experience, since my thoughts turn elsewhere.

“I want to give you that,” I tell him. “What you gave me. I want you to experience it.”

His gaze lowers. “Eric…”

“I know you want that too, Jesse. Don’t tell me that you don’t. I’ve seen the way you look at me, felt the way you handle me. I know how much you would enjoy that.”

“I enjoy being with you.” He sits up and turns to me. “Spending time with you, in and out of the bedroom, though I have to admit I enjoy the bedroom a lot.”

I can tell by the way he smiles after, he wants me to laugh, but I can’t.

“Jesse. It’s not just that I want to give you something you want. I want it too. I wish you could understand how badly I want it, and I feel twisted up inside about it.”

“Eric, there’s plenty of time for us to figure that out. We can walk instead of run. You deserve help with this, and you deserve someone who can take their time.”

There he goes again, saying the thing that is surely part of the reason why he’s the one I want to share this with. Intellectually, I appreciate the words, but at the same time, I’m running through all the issues that stand in our way—that he could be with someone younger, less fucked up, someone who doesn’t carry around all this baggage.

“You’re a kid,” I remind him, and in a way, I’m reminding myself. “You shouldn’t have to deal with any of this. You should be out, banging every guy that moves, sticking your cock in them, letting them stick their cocks in you.”

“Are you talking about what my life would be like if I stepped into a porn?”

“I’m being serious, Jesse. I appreciate when you lighten the mood, but I feel like there are a lot of serious discussions that need to be had.”

“There are, and we’ve had some of them, but we don’t have to have them all at once, and we’re not going to magically get on the other side of this, so why not appreciate this time we do have, where things aren’t so shitty, where I shared something with you that felt really incredible to me.”

Of course he would do this. As soon as I called him a kid, he proved me wrong. He’s not the naive, innocent thing I sometimes mistake him for because of his age. There’s wisdom in that little head of his—wisdom I know is the reason why I’m really here…why we’re here, together.

This is why I’m so intoxicated, not only by his body, but by his mind.

I don’t just want to be coming in him. I want to be in his head, in his thoughts, at one with those, getting to know those in a way I’ve never desired from another person.

Jesse rests his hand on my side and slides it to my back, sneaking his arm around me. He scoots across the mattress, pushing close to me, his thick cock alongside mine.

“Come on, Eric. Didn’t you have a good night? Didn’t you enjoy that?”

“I enjoyed all of it,” I admit as I reflect on this thoughtful, carefully planned evening we shared. “I enjoyed dinner, the movie—”

“And then giving me your load?” Jesse interrupts.

“You make it sound so dirty,” I tease him. “But yes, I think I enjoyed that best.”

He’s finally gone and done it, broken through once again, and a smile tugs at my lips.

He takes advantage of his victory and moves in for a kiss.

A stir of passion rises deep within me, fire shooting out, erupting through my veins, seizing control of me. I pull him closer to me, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He’s such an interesting combination of push and pull. I’m fascinated by Jesse in all his intricacies. In his willingness to take the lead whenever he damn well feels like it.

I hardly realized how hard I was getting until I feel him slide his hand between us, against my crotch.

“I think someone’s ready to go again,” Jesse says.

“I plan on going again a lot tonight with you.”

“I like the sound of that. What do you usually do when you go again? Should I go clean out?”

“How do you fucking do this?” I ask, because I can’t help myself. His expression sobers as he seems thrown by my remark. “You go from being so sly and cocky to innocent and naive in a moment. You show whatever vulnerabilities you have, don’t try to act as though you know more than you do.”

“I’m not ashamed of being dumb about things. I can’t know everything.”

“I agree. In some ways, I think your ability to be okay with that is part of what makes you stronger than most. You don’t feel like you need to know everything. Or as if you have to hide when you don’t know something. You don’t even play games.”

“That’s not true. I love games. I love teasing my Eric.”

“Only the fun kind of games, though. You’re not trying to fuck with my head…not in the wrong ways, at least.”

“I have this sneaking suspicion you’re talking about Casey…?”

“I was actually referring to most of the guys I’ve dealt with in my life, but he definitely enjoyed games. He was constantly trying to make me feel like I wasn’t good enough, like I had to earn something from him, but you aren’t that way.”

“I’m sorry he made you feel that way, Eric. But you’ve already earned what you need to from me, by being you.”

I chuckle.

“That wasn’t me being funny.”

“I know…that was me being awkward.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be the one feeling awkward, considering I still don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do about my ass right now.”

I’m in awe of him in this moment, and he says, “That one was a joke, so you can laugh at that. And answer my goddamn question before I have to start Googling on my phone.”

I laugh again. “If you keep being this sexy, you won’t be cleaning out at all tonight, since I’m going to take you again and again.”

“So we can do that?”

“Yeah, it actually makes it a lot easier for us.”

“Oh, really? Well, I’m glad to know access won’t be an issue.”

“You can’t know how appreciative I am that you’re in my life now.”

“Well, Eric.” The mischievous look in his eyes suggests he’s deliberately using my name to remind me of this power he has over me. “I’m just as happy that you’re in mine. And I’m eager to explore this with you.”

“Oh, Jesse, Jesse.” I run my hand through his hair, slightly wet from our fucking, and move a little closer, leaning in, smelling him, because God, I love the way he smells. “You’re so fucking addicting,” I tell him.

He smirks, offering me that ever-so-sexual look as he whispers, “Then why don’t you let me give you another fix?”

Before I know it, his mouth is back against mine. He wraps his arms under mine and pulls me back on top of him. And there’s the eruption again, and the sweet promise of that same satisfaction that I was offered this evening, that I’ve been craving.

I rub my hard girth against his pelvis. I need release. I need to be inside him again, coming in him again and again and again. I don’t know how I’ll ever get enough of him. I don’t know how I’ll manage without this chemistry of having his body against my own, this burning, hot lust between us that seems to get more and more out of control the longer we’re together. What started as a spark has become a raging inferno, ravaging my whole world.