Six Months Later

I wake up with Troy in my arms, draped half over me, and I smile. He’s come so far, my banana boy. He still panics every now and then when he wakes up in the middle of the night and feels me close to him, but it’s becoming less and less frequent. Recently, he’s started to seek my body when he’s asleep. It used to be me finding him, but now he’s craving the contact as much as I am.

God, he’s so beautiful. Even with his eyes closed—they are, I think, my favorite part of him. Though I have to say his cock is pretty nice, too. And he damn well knows how to use it.

My guess is I top him maybe three out of four times, but every now and then, he gets in this aggressive mood and fucks the shit out of me. Yesterday, it was because he was celebrating, and he had all this energy he needed to get rid of. I happily volunteered as an object for his mood. Let’s just say it was mutually satisfactory and leave it at that. My ass still smarts a little from his...enthusiasm.

I lean in and softly kiss his lips. He lets out a quiet little moan, and then those gorgeous eyes blink and open. A slow smile spreads across his face when he sees me. “Hey, baby,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.

There’s still a rush when he calls me that. I’ve had to work hard at getting my banana boy to trust me and open up to me, but it’s been so worth it. “Good morning,” I say and kiss him again, just because I want to.

“Is it time?” he asks.

“Nah. I woke you up a little early.”

His smile widens. “You in the mood for some more celebrating?”

“Not if it involves your cock in my ass, babe. That was some serious pounding you did last night.” He looks positively smug, and I grin. “Feeling good about ourselves, are we?”

His smile transforms into something else, something much deeper. “Yes, I am. I’m feeling really good. For the first time I can remember, I’m happy.”

The look on his face makes me want to weep with gratitude. “You have no idea how happy that makes me, babe,” I say.

We stare at each other with probably identical goofy smiles on our faces before he grabs my head and gives me a solid kiss. “Okay, enough with the sappy shit. How about a celebratory blowjob to wake me up?”

I reach for his cock, which is rock hard. “You look plenty awake to me.”

He blinks his eyes, pouts. “Please? Because I’m super smart and awesome?”

He is, no doubt. He’s graduating today, getting the degree he’s worked so hard for. And I couldn’t be prouder of him.

It hasn’t been easy for him, this last year. Our relationship required him to do a lot of learning and confronting himself with baggage he never fully realized he had. And meeting Jackie and his sisters wasn’t a walk in the park, either. They’re not super close, yet, but they’re in touch, and he’s trying hard. That’s all anyone can ask after what he went through, and I don’t think Jackie was even expecting this much.

“You are super smart and awesome, but I’m not sure how that relates to getting a blowjob,” I say.

“Dude, it’s a blowjob. Work with me here.”

We both laugh at those familiar words. My banana boy. I keep grinning until I take him in, because despite what some people think, you can’t smile with a cock in your mouth. I dare you to try it.

I go for fast and dirty, and he’s unloading down my throat in under three minutes. I haven’t forgotten my skills, apparently.

“Mmmm,” he sighs. “You’re so damn good at that.”

He pulls me up and gives me a sloppy kiss, licking out my mouth for the last remnants of his cum. When he’s done, he cups my cheek. “I love you.”

My heart jumps, as it always does when he says those words. They’re still rare, and thus so precious to me. “I love you, too.”

He looks at me as if he’s waiting for something, and I scrunch my nose.

“Are you gonna ask, or were you planning on waiting till tonight?” he says with a mysterious smile.

“Ask what?”

He smiles. “Ask me to move in with you.”

My mouth drops open. “How did you…?”

He gently shakes his head. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how sneaky you’ve been about encouraging me to bring over more clothes? My study books? Dude, you had me install my PlayStation here ‘cause you told me your TV was so much bigger, and it would be more fun for me to play here. Pretty much all my stuff is here except for my furniture and kitchen shit—which I don’t use anyway.”

Oh, shit. Apparently, I haven’t been as stealthy and subtle as I had hoped. I clear my throat. “How did you know I wanted to ask you today?”

“I spotted a bill from your insurance company. You added me to your renters insurance, starting today. You’re so freaking good at shit like that, by the way. Underneath that wild porn star beats the heart of a dependable man, baby.”

I sigh, admitting defeat. The good news is that Troy doesn’t look mad. More like, expectant, really. As if he still wants me to say the actual words. And then I realize it. He does. He needs me to say the words because he won’t believe it’s real until he hears me say it.

I take a deep breath. “I love you, Troy. So much. And I would love for you to move in with me. I wanna go to sleep every night with you in my arms, knowing you’ll be there tomorrow and the day after. I wanna spend every morning waking up like this. I want to love you the best I can, if you’ll let me.”

I run out of breath, and all this time, he’s been looking at me with a soft expression. “Are you asking me to move in or are you asking me for more? ‘Cause that sounded pretty romantic to me, a bit over the top for a moving in request, really. More like a proposal.”

My heart stops. It just stops. He’s not mad, and he’s not freaked out, but there’s something in his eyes I’ve never seen before. Something soft and loving and...trusting. “I was asking you to move in with me?” I ask, my voice barely audible.

He kisses me softly on my lips.

“Yes.”