Bishop

I have no idea how we made it back to Jake’s after the comp. The entire drive all I could think about was Jake, and finally being with him. We both get out of the car quickly, before he grabs my hand and drags me to his front door. I crowd him against it as he unlocks it, my dick already hard in anticipation. Reaching down I find Jake’s in a similar state. He groans and turns around, taking my mouth once more. I love the feel of his lips against mine. So full, so soft. His five o’clock shadow against my palms drives me wild, as does his firm chest when it brushes against me.

“Open the door, Jake,” I say in between kisses. “I need you inside me.”

“Jesus, Bish,” he says. “Keep that up and I’ll be coming in my pants.”

“Just hurry,” I say as I break away from him and spin him so he’s facing the door.

Once it’s open and we’re inside, clothes are being ripped off and flying everywhere. My shirt, his shirt, my shoes and socks, his, followed by both our jeans are left scattered in Jake’s entryway. But it’s when he pulls down my boxer briefs and kneels in front of me that I almost lose it. He takes me deep and I throw my head back.

“Fuck, you suck me so good, Jake,” I say. He hums and the vibrations go straight to my balls. “But”—I pull him off me—“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

He pulls me up the stairs to his room, a massive king-sized bed waiting for us. Spinning when we get there, he walks me over to the bed before pushing me on to it.

“I have loved you for eleven years, Bishop Royal. It killed me to leave you, but it killed me even more to see you a shadow of yourself. I know you didn’t want to have to choose between me and your family so I did the only thing I could think of, but I only did it because I love you.”

I didn’t think my heart could hold anything more for this man, and then he goes and says that. “Me too,” I manage to croak.

He drops his boxer briefs to the floor, his erection bobbing up, and a drop of precum on his tip. I lick my lips in anticipation. Without warning he launches at me, our teeth clashing before we settle into our rhythm. We’re on our sides, between us our dicks line up and rub against each other, creating a delicious friction. One of Jake’s hands runs down my back to my arse, giving it a squeeze before easing my cheeks apart. I tense marginally. Knowing we were headed in this direction, I’ve been using butt plugs here and there to get myself ready. I’m not fooling myself into thinking it’ll be anywhere near the same, but I wanted to be ready, and I am.

“Shh,” Jake says. “It’ll be okay. I know what I’m doing. It’ll feel good, I promise.” He reaches into a drawer beside his bed and pulls out a bottle of lube. Squirting some on his finger, he goes back to my arse. “Just relax, Bish, I got you.” He begins kissing me, his finger running around my rim, not pushing in just yet. I kiss him back with a vengeance, hooking my leg over his hip. With this, he breaches my hole. It burns a little before I start to stretch and get used to him. Then it starts to feel good. Really good.

“I’m going to add another finger, okay?” he says against my lips. I nod. Again, there’s a burn before it eases.

“You’re doing so good, Bish.”

“I love you,” I say, pulling back to look at the man who holds my heart.

“I love you,” he says, and gives me a quick kiss on my nose. He adds another finger, and before long I’m being driven crazy.

“Jake,” I pant. He removes his fingers, rolls on a condom, and lubes it up.

“I’ll go slow okay? Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” I nod.

He rolls me to my back, him in between my legs. His dick pokes at my entrance and I take a deep breath. Slowly he pushes in. It burns a little bit, but I don’t care. Finally I’m getting all of Jake, and more importantly, I’m giving him all of me. He pauses when he’s all the way in.

“How are you doing?” he asks.

“Like I might explode if you don’t start moving soon.” He chuckles but slides out, then back in with an agonizing slowness.

“Jake,” I whine.

He laughs again but begins to piston into me.

“Fuck,” he grits out.

“Yeah,” I agree.

He grabs on to my hips and brings them towards him. The change of angle allows him to hit some magic spot inside me.

“Fuck, right there,” I pant.

I grab his face and move it towards mine, taking his lips. The pressure to come is intense.

“Jake,” I warn.

“Come for me, Bish,” he says, grabbing hold of my dick, using the precum that’s weeping out of my dick as lube, and strokes me once, twice, three times.

With a cry I throw my head back, releasing between our sweaty bodies. I feel Jake jerk inside me and I know he’s come too. Carefully he pulls out of me, disposing of the condom before coming back with a washcloth to clean me up with. When that’s done, he gets back into bed, pulls me to him, and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Bish.”

I nuzzle into his neck. “Me too.”

“So what did you do while you were gone?” I ask Jake the next morning. We’re sitting on his balcony, having coffee and croissants, the sun shining. Everything feels so right in the world.

“Not much. I worked, I came home, I stalked Facebook to see if you had posted anything, I slept. Wash, rinse, repeat,” he says.

I take his hand across the table. “I’m so sorry, Jake.”

“Hey,” he says, squeezing my hand. “We’re here, we got where we’re supposed to be. All the rest of it, Jonah, the fights, the doubts, the hurt, it’s done, it’s gone, okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, okay.”

“Good, because I have something I want to ask you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He bites his lip and my cock starts to harden.

“What is this mysterious question?” I ask when he isn’t forthcoming.

“I know you said you were looking for your own place, but what happens if you’ve already found it?” he asks.

“Huh?”

He chuckles. “I’m not doing this very well, am I?”

“Considering I still don’t have a clue what this is, no you’re not.”

He blows out a breath. “I want you to move in here, with me. As my boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

“I know it’s fast and everything and people might think we’re insane, but we’ve lived together before, well not lived together, lived together, but we’ve shared a space and we’ve been friends for ages and—”

“Jake,” I say, cutting him off.

“Yeah?” His eyes are wide and there’s a crease in his forehead.

“I’d love to move in here with you.”

“Really?” he asks, the crease in his forehead disappearing.

“Absolutely.” I lean across the table and kiss him. “But I don’t want to be your boyfriend.”

He pulls back.

“I want to be your husband.”