Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rusty nudged Blake’s shoulder, shaking him gently to wake him up. He started, blinking against the light spilling through the gap between the curtains and right onto his face as he woke, and then smiled.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Good morning.”
Rusty grinned at him, giving him a gentle push onto his back. Blake moved without protest, settling himself deep into the mattress.
“I promised you we could pick up where we left off…” Rusty said, trailing his fingers down Blake’s stomach, pausing just beside his cock. He could feel the heat coming off it, Blake already hard.
It was definitely nice to have a boyfriend who woke up hard.
No, not a boyfriend.
A husband.
Rusty grinned to himself. That still sounded good.
“Well, I’m not gonna stop you,” Blake said, spreading his legs a little wider.
Rusty chuckled, ducking his head to kiss the center of Blake’s chest. He could hear his heartbeat speeding up from here, getting louder as he got excited about what was coming next.
“Good,” Rusty murmured as he kissed his way down, running his nose over the sensitive skin of Blake’s belly, breathing in his scent.
He loved the way Blake smelled. Warm, sweet, and familiar in a way he couldn’t quite pin down, but never wanted to give up.
“You’re amazing,” Rusty murmured, blowing on Blake’s cock.
Blake squirmed, blushing all the way down his chest.
If Rusty thought being a redhead was bad in terms of blushing, Blake had showed him that it got much, much worse. He’d been blessed with slightly thicker skin.
Blake hadn’t, and it was adorable.
“You’re amazing,” Blake responded.
Rusty wasn’t sure he’d ever heard anyone say that before. Definitely not with as much sincerity.
The tips of his ears burned, his cheeks getting hot.
So much for not blushing easily.
Rather than responding, Rusty moved to straddle Blake’s legs, bending down to lick a stripe along the underside of his cock.
Blake squirmed under him, both of his hands landing on Rusty’s head.
Rusty smirked, glancing up at Blake to see his chest heaving, flushed a pretty pink color all over now. He was going to have a lot of fun with him, and now he had all the time in the world to do it.
He dropped his head again, licking another stripe up Blake’s cock, laughing to himself as Blake whimpered under the attention. A bead of precome welled up at the end, and Rusty licked it away, rolling it around in his mouth to memorize the taste.
He hadn’t sucked Blake’s cock before, but he was starting to get the feeling he’d be doing it a lot. Blake definitely seemed to appreciate it.
Rusty swirled his tongue around the head to lick it clean, then sealed his lips around it, planting his hand on Blake’s hip so he couldn’t move. He let his eyes fall closed, tasting the salt-tang of Blake’s skin, breathing in deeply where his scent was strongest, letting his lungs fill up.
He loved this man. He loved this man more than he could articulate, and he wanted to commit every inch of him to memory and never let him go. He wanted to be doing this when they were ninety.
Rusty had never felt like that before, but it felt awesome. He could really get into this whole being in love thing.
Taking a deep breath, he swallowed a few times to relax his throat, letting Blake’s cock slide further inside it. His jaw ached at the stretch, but it was worth it for the soft, needy whimpers spilling from Blake’s lips, the groans that were catching in his chest.
“Rusty,” Blake murmured, tightening his fingers in Rusty’s hair.
Rusty had always liked having his hair pulled. He probably needed to tell Blake that sometime.
The sex was only going to get better, and he could hardly wait.
The thought of curling up with Blake on the couch was nice, too. Having someone to share his life with had benefits other than sex, and Rusty was excited about them, as well.
Right now, though, his cock was hard and he had his husband’s cock in his mouth. Sex was the most important thing going on in his life.
He reached down to his own cock, skimming his hand along his stomach to get himself used to the touch, hissing around Blake’s cock as he gripped the length of his own.
In the time since he and Blake met, Rusty had discovered that he loved sucking cock, too. He loved the sounds his partner made, the rush of having them at his mercy.
It was even better with Blake.
Of course it was. Everything else had been.
Rusty swallowed again, dipping his head until he felt the head of Blake’s cock nudge the back of his throat. It was a tight fit, Blake’s cock huge in his mouth, but it felt good. Hot arousal swirled in Rusty’s gut, left his chest feeling tight, his skin prickling with need.
He shifted the hand on Blake’s hip to his belly, splaying his hand wide across it, claiming him as his own. The thought made his head spin, but in the best possible way. Blake was his. Blake had chosen to be his, asked for it, decided that he didn’t mind being seen with Rusty for…
Well, for the rest of their lives.
Maybe it was too early to make that call, but Rusty could feel it in his bones. Everything about Blake told him this was forever, from the way he smelled and tasted to the way he felt by Rusty’s side, like they were two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that’d been cut out just to fit next to each other.
Rusty pulled back a fraction of an inch, just far enough so he could stroke Blake’s cock with his tongue, taste precome leaking from the tip, swallow and moan and grip his own cock tighter, jerking himself off eagerly.
He couldn’t hold out much longer, not when he was so turned on by this, by the thought that he had Blake, forever, that he could do this as often as he wanted. He wanted to get Blake off as often as he was up for it. There was nothing that had been more rewarding, more satisfying in his sex life than listening to Blake come, feeling him enjoying himself.
Blake was close, too. Rusty could feel it in the way his stomach was tensed up, the way his cock was leaking freely into Rusty’s mouth, forcing him to swallow around it.
Not that he minded. This was everything he wanted.
“Gonna,” Blake warned, his voice wrecked. A wave of arousal washed over Rusty, his own cock leaking onto his hand, precome rolling down the back of his knuckles. He nodded, hoping Blake would understand that he knew, and he wanted Blake to come, and he intended to suck him dry.
A low, needy moan rumbled in Blake’s chest, breaking free of his lips just as Rusty felt him start to come in his mouth, swallowing greedily around him and screwing his eyes shut, his own orgasm rippling down his spine, his balls aching as he started to come all over his hand as well.
He licked and sucked at Blake’s cock, coaxing him through his orgasm, soothing his sensitive cock with the flat of his tongue, licking him clean as he moaned in the back of his throat, coming in waves, the room spinning around him as he rode it out.
This was good. Better than good.
He could have sucked Blake’s cock every day and been a happy, happy man.
He groaned as he finally let Blake’s cock slip free of his lips, using the last of his energy to heave himself up and collapse on the bed, mostly not on top of Blake.
Mostly was close enough right now.
A shiver ran down Rusty’s spine, the last ripple of his orgasm leaving him spent.
He felt Blake’s lips against his before he’d even opened his eyes again. Rusty hummed happily at the contact, rolling onto his side to give Blake more access, surprised when Blake swiped his tongue across the seam of his lips, nudging them apart.
Rusty gasped, giving Blake the chance to seal their lips together, his tongue sliding into Rusty’s mouth, hot and thick but with a whole lot more give than his cock.
A spark of arousal did a somersault in his belly. If he hadn’t just come, Blake kissing him like this might have been enough to make him come all over again.
Blake broke off to gasp for air, brushing his nose against Rusty’s, pecking him on the lips even as he struggled to get his breathing back to normal. Rusty opened his eyes to see Blake’s pupils still blown, arousal written all over his face.
They’d never gotten a really good honeymoon period, but Rusty was starting to suspect they were going to.
He definitely had nothing better to do for the next couple of weeks than lie around naked and wait for Blake to want him, so that worked.
“I can taste myself in your mouth,” Blake said, his eyes sparkling. “I’ve never done that before. It’s… hot.”
Rusty grinned at him, understanding why he’d been so eager to kiss him now. His heart swelled with joy at seeing Blake so happy, every other thought in his mind being pushed out by a single, very important one.
“I love you,” he said, the thought still echoing in his mind, filling up all the available space.
He loved Blake.
He loved Blake so much he was afraid his heart was going to burst with it. He’d never felt so full of anything, so happy to be around another person.
He could definitely get used to this being in love thing.
Blake laughed delightedly, pecking him on the lips again. “Ditto,” he said. “No regrets?”
“No regrets,” Rusty confirmed. “I found you again, and I’m so in love with you that it hurts, and I’m not losing you again.”
“Good.” Blake said, leaning close to kiss him again. Rusty indulged for a moment, parting his lips eagerly this time, resting his hand on Blake’s hip as they explored each other’s mouths.
He could get into kissing, too. He liked kissing Blake.
“I need to text my mum,” Rusty said as they parted again, both still panting for breath.
“You do that,” Blake said, rolling over and standing up. “And I’ll start the shower. You’re invited this time.”
Rusty grinned, grabbing his phone as he watched Blake head out of the bedroom and into the hall.
He said yes, he texted, hitting send and then tossing his phone aside, getting up to join Blake in the bathroom.
If this wasn’t a fairytale ending, he didn’t know what was.