As soon as we hit the parking lot, I remembered we came separately. “I can leave my car here,” Oscar said. “We can come back and get it tomorrow.”

“Good idea,” I said, and pulled him along with me toward my truck. I wanted to get him home as soon as possible, with no separations. After so much agonized waiting, after holding myself back for months, I wanted to be with Oscar completely.

In every way.

“I like you like this,” Oscar said, stopping and pulling himself close to me.

“That’s good,” I growled in his ear, my hips grinding against his, “Because this is what you’re going to get.”

He pulled back and searched my eyes. “I really meant what I said — about forever.” Even in the dark light I could see his cheeks turning pink. My god he was adorable.

I stroked his cheek with my thumb and returned his gaze with every bit of intensity I felt inside me. “I meant it too.”

“So what’s next?” Oscar said, his cheeks darkening even more.

I grinned. “Do you want me to tell you right here in the parking lot? Or do you want to find out when I take you home and can show you?”

“Uh, home is my house, right? Not the fire station?” Oscar said, uncertainty filling his voice.

I threw back my head and laughed. “Yes, home is your house. I’m not taking you to the fire station tonight. I can get Tiger’s stuff first thing in the morning.”

Oscar stared at me, his lips parted. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest. His eyes darkened. “Then take me home and show me.”

I leaned down and crushed my lips against his. The energy swirled back around us, this time even more in sync than ever. We belonged together and that’s all there was to it. I broke the kiss and Oscar panted from arousal.

“Let’s go.” I pulled him and Tiger along with me, and opened the truck door for both of them. Tiger had taken the opportunity to use the lawn while we were kissing, so he was good to go.

We drove in silence, the anticipation and need building between us as we went. I held Oscar’s hand, running my fingers between his, twining our hands back and forth on the seat of the car. I didn’t want to break contact with him. He said he was in this for real, but the part of me that had missed him so terribly wanted to make up for lost time.

When we got inside the house, Oscar laid out a blanket in Tiger’s playpen area. “I never took it down,” he said sheepishly. Tiger trotted in and laid on the blanket, like he’d done so many times over the summer.

“Come here,” I said, and pulled him close in my arms. He rushed into my embrace and we held each other tight. It felt so good to have him in my arms again. I felt the blood pump through my veins. My rock hard cock pressed against the seams of my pants. He pushed his own erection against me, and we held each other, savoring the moment hanging in mid-air.

“I can’t decide if I want to spill my heart some more or fuck you first,” I said, feeling the pain of the internal conflict. “My body wants to be with you, in you, so badly.”

Oscar’s eyes widened and I felt his cock jump against mine. I ground against him in slow circles as I continued. “Oscar, I want to consummate us — this. I want to make it real in a physical tangible way. I didn’t want just words, but I also want you to have my words.”

“Why choose?” Oscar breathed. “What if we talked at the same time. We could seal our words with our bodies, and not have to decide. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Good idea,” I said, and tugged at the hem of his shirt. “I missed you,” Oscar.” I pulled his shirt out of his pants and started in on the buttons.

Oscar grinned at my game and grabbed at my shirt. “I missed you too.” He slid his hands around my waistband, running his fingers along inside my pants, untucking my shirt as he went.

I bent down and kissed him, softly. “Tiger missed you too.”

He smiled against my kiss. “I missed him as well. This summer with the three of us felt like…”

He paused as I finished with the buttons and pulled his shirt off him. I ran my large hands all over his smooth and lightly sculpted chest. “Like family?” I murmured, admiring the view.

“Yes, like family,” Oscar said, standing up on tip toes as I reached around and slid my hands down on his round ass.

“I can’t wait to get my hands on this beautiful ass,” I said. “I’m going to have all of it.”

Oscar’s eyes widened. “Aren’t your hands on it now?” he teased, squeezing his butt cheeks against my grip.

“Not on your bare skin,” I smiled and looked down to let him finish undoing my shirt.

He unfastened the last button and pulled my shirt down and off. He sighed as he leaned in to my chest. “Mmm, bare,” he said.

“Oscar,” I said, overcome with the need to tell him everything. I slid my hand under his chin and tipped his head back so I could see into his eyes. “There’s so much to say, but really it boils down to this. I love you.”

Oscar held my gaze as his face crumpled in happiness. “I love you too, Rhett. I was so sad when you left. Don’t do that again.”

A stab went right through my heart. “Never,” I breathed. “I will never leave you again. I thought you didn’t want this to be more than a temporary thing, and I didn’t want to pressure you and make it awkward.”

Oscar laughed. “Same. We are dumb aren’t we?”

I chuckled. “Sure, but we figured it out.” I held him a little tighter. “I have a confession though.”

Oscar’s brow furrowed in confusion. “A confession?”

“I know we agreed at the beginning that it didn’t mean anything but the truth is I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I know that sounds stupid, but it was like one of those movie moments, where the sunlight pours down on you and everything goes in slow motion.”

“From the first moment?” Oscar said, splaying his hands on my chest and tracing the lines of my muscles. He sounded pleased and embarrassed.

“Yeah, it was a little bit then. And then a little bit more when you said you would help me keep Tiger. And a little bit more every day since then. Even these days when I hadn’t seen you. Maybe especially those days. Because then I realized how much I missed you.”

Oscar closed his eyes, smiling. “My first moment seeing you was like that too. And then the first time we touched, wow!” He opened his eyes and looked into mine.

I felt my insides go molten, surrendering to the pleasure of our connection. “I’ve never felt that way with anyone before. We touch and it’s like electric chemistry. I kiss you and it’s like fireworks. What will it be like…” I trailed off hesitating to say the rest.

“What will it be like when what?” Oscar murmured as he rubbed his face all over my shoulder. He inhaled deeply and sighed.

I held him closer. “When I am with you…completely?”

“Ohhh,” Oscar said.

“There’s one one way to find out,” I said, repositioning my arms and cupping his ass with my hands.

“Oh god, yes please,” Oscar panted. He gripped my biceps and pulled himself to me tighter.

“Please what?” I pressed my forehead to his, while I ground my hips into his.

“Please fuck me,” he said. “Please Rhett. I got tested after Rory and everything is negative.”

Another level of arousal flooded through me. “I am too. Are you sure you’re ready?” I realized I was teasing him a little, but it was too delicious not to.

“Yes, yes I am,” Oscar said. “I want you bare. And I want you now. Enough teasing, man.”

“Good, because I don’t think I can wait much longer.” I felt like my cock was going to explode, and the thought of that kind of closeness with Oscar made me throb with need.

Oscar pulled at my pants, unfastening them with scrambling fingers. “I want you,” he said.

“You’ll have me, trust me. But you have to wait.”

“Wait? Enough waiting.” His voice was plaintive and he pressed himself to me closer, trying to seduce me faster.

“Yep. Waiting.” I walked Oscar backwards to the bed with my arms around him and pushed him down. He sat immediately, his hips writhing. He gave up on undoing my pants and started in on his own.

“Let me,” I growled. “It will be like unwrapping a present.” He leaned back and I pulled his belt apart, flipped open his button and slid his zipper down. I had to carefully extricate his cock from his pants, pulling the waistband out and over to get them down. His erection popped back up, free from the fabric. “That’s it. Stiff and ready for me,” I approved.

Oscar leaned back on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me as I pulled off his socks. His bare naked form was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. The moonlight streamed through the windows and his dark eyes shone black in the night. His dark hair fell over his eye, and he flipped his head to the side to move it out of the way.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathed. My cock throbbed. Oscar looked pointedly at my straining bulge.

“You should lose those pants,” he grinned.

I was already on it. I stood before him in a wide stance, like his own private stripper, and unbuckled my belt. The clink of the metal was the only sound besides our breathing. My heart beat so hard I thought it might have been audible.

I opened my pants and slid them off, pulling my socks off with them. Returning to my triumphant stance, this time bare to the cool air of the room, I surveyed my Oscar, splayed out on the bed for me.

“I want to take it slow, but I don’t think I can,” I said, my voice a low growl.

“I don’t want it slow,” Oscar said, sticking his chin out. “I want it rough. I want it now. I want it hard.”

My heart pounded harder, and I grabbed my cock in my fist. It was so hard it pointed at the ceiling. Precum dripped from the tip. I slid my thumb up and over the top as I stroked myself. “Are you sure about that?” I said.

“I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me.” Oscar said, enunciating every word loud and clear.

I held myself back, for just another moment. He was so sweet and beautiful. Did he really? Could I?

His eyes met mine, begging. Daring. Oh yes I could. I wanted him so much.

In two large strides, I was at the foot of the bed. I grabbed his legs behind his knees and hauled him closer to the edge. “Show me that ass,” I said, and I spread his legs wide.

Oscar moaned and grabbed his cock as he splayed his legs for me. I ran my fingers through my mouth and slid them between the round globes of his white butt cheeks. So warm, so vulnerable, so…yes. My fingers found his sensitive spot, and he gasped and groaned. I slid them back and forth, feeling him respond and tighten to my strokes.

“Fuck yes,” Oscar cried, throwing his head back and tipping his hips up toward me.

My god he felt good. I was jealous of my fingers because they got to be so close to him. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I dropped to my knees and pushed his legs up toward his shoulders. “Yes!” Oscar yelled, holding onto his knees.

I ran my hands down the backs of his thighs, cupping and cradling his muscles. I pushed him up even higher. His beautiful hole showed itself to me. My cock throbbed. I wondered if I was going to come hands free, just from worshipping Oscar’s ass.

I cradled his ass in my hands and pushed my face between his cheeks, inhaling his masculine sweet musky scent. I groaned with pleasure, and with the wide flatness of my tongue, licked him from below his tight pucker, all the way up to the seam of his balls. He was so delicious. Oscar screamed and moaned, but held still for me.

Again. More. I licked him again, this time slowing down over his asshole, tasting his sweet tightness. Heaven.

Oscar keened with pleasure and gripped his cock. Again. I licked him again and again. All of my attention focused on his sensitive opening. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and pushed my tongue inside. Oscar gasped louder.

Over and over, I shoved my needy slick tongue into his tightness. I had to hold his hips tight with my arms. He hooked his legs over my shoulders as I bent him backwards. I fucked him with my mouth, overcome with lust and pleasure, while he cried and moaned with ecstasy.

He was mine. All mine.

“Oh god, not yet! Rhett, wait!” he yelled. “I’m gonna come!”

I paused, smiling at the effect I was having on him. I allowed him to resettle himself as he pulled back from the edge of release. I exhaled my hot breath on his ass, watching his most sensitive spot react and throb.

Oscar moaned with each breath. “You’re killing me,” he keened. I held him tight to keep him from writhing, enjoying his pleasure.

“Good,” I said. “I want you to feel good.”

“Do you?” Oscar panted in frustration. “Because this is fucking amazing but I want you inside me. There’s lube in that drawer. Show me how good you want me to feel.”

He didn’t have to ask me again. It was time.