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And This Is Ed-15

Saturday evening, I wasn’t sure what to expect from our “not a date” movie, but I wanted to dress to impress all the same. I chose pressed blue slacks and a tight, white T-shirt underneath an open, checkered, short-sleeved top.

I took Über to our meeting place, and when I found Titus in front of the theatre, his eyes widened and he swallowed quickly. “Wow, you clean up nice, don’t you?”

I smiled. “Thanks, so do you.” And he did, with a light green, long-sleeved shirt paired with khaki pants. “This isn’t a date, though, right?”

He vehemently shook his head. “Absolutely not. Just two friends hanging out who happened to wear really nice clothes not at all designed to impress the other person.”

“Right.” I let him pretend and joined the line with him to get tickets. We chose a comedy-drama flick and Titus bought us the biggest tub of popcorn I’d ever seen, along with jumbo-sized soda.

“You realize I might have to piss five times throughout this movie if I actually finish this thing?” I asked as we settled ourselves in the middle of the viewing room.

“I’ll be right there with you, bud. Let’s see who can hold his pee the longest.”

I snickered. “You’re on.”

It was a close thing, both of us squirming as we tried to out-wait each other when our bladders were full. Finally, he broke first, practically sprinting down the aisle while I crossed my legs and awaited his return. The minute he came back, I was gone.

By the end of the movie, which wasn’t bad, we’d both relieved ourselves three times.

“Note to self,” Titus said as he led the way out of the theatre. “Buy medium or small next time.”

The lights in the parking lot were bright as we went in search of Titus’s car. “I still win, though, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He unlocked the door for me and I got in. When he sat behind the wheel, he said, “What do you want as your prize?”

I did the one thing I’d been dying to do. I leaned forward, took his face in my hands, and kissed him.

Titus stiffened in surprise, then moaned softly as his lips slid against mine. Before I could take it any deeper, he pulled back and grabbed hold of my wrists. “This wasn’t part of the plan, I swear.”

“I know.” I tried to kiss him again, but he held me back.

“I’m more than happy to wait until you’re ready. I’m willing to just be friends and—”

I cut him off by grabbing his tongue with my mouth and sucking on it. I wanted him to not think, just feel. We’d deal with the rest later, and I figured I could say “thank you” any way I wanted to.

I cupped the back of his neck and held him there while I made a meal of him. I could taste the butter from the popcorn mixed with the grape soda. Odd that it seemed to suit him somehow. I used my other hand to rub his stomach through his shirt, then let it slide down to rub against the growing bulge below. He arched up into my fingers, and I took that as a “yes” to more.

Still kissing him, I unzipped his pants and reached inside. He wore briefs, and the tip of his c**k was poking through. I squeezed the tip and he moaned. Then I rubbed some of the sticky fluid around the head to tease a little.

Titus broke away from me to gasp, “Please don’t tease. I couldn’t stand that right now.” With one hand, he undid his belt, then pushed down his briefs enough that his d**k popped out.

I was happy he’d parked in a darker spot of the parking lot so I could jack him off without any witnesses. There were no cars nearby. I spit on my hand and got to work as I went back to nibbling at his lips and swallowing his moans as his prick hardened. Titus thrust up into my fist, over and over until he spewed.

“Ed,” he whispered, the prettiest sound I’d ever heard as he splashed all over my fingers. I was sure there was fluid on his pants and shirt, but he didn’t seem to care. He was so gorgeous like this.

When he was done, he sagged back against the car seat and panted loudly trying to recover.

“What about you?” he managed to ask after a few minutes had passed. His eyes were closed and a small satisfied smile played around his lips as I kept petting his cheek.

“I’m hoping you’ll take me home and let me f**k you. It’s the least you could do after everything we’ve been through, right?”

His eyes popped open in shock and stared at me for five seconds before he pushed me back into my seat, dug into the glove compartment for tissues, and cleaned himself up in no time at all. I licked his c*m off my hand while he worked, and that made him gulp.

Titus started the car, not caring that his c**k was still hanging out for all the world to see, and sped out of the parking lot. I found a few tissues and covered him up, just in case we got stopped in traffic.

He drove to my place, parked, and tucked himself in before jumping out of the car. “Hurry,” he urged as he opened my door and pulled me out, barely giving me time to kick it closed before he dragged me to my condo on the third floor.

After I let us inside, fumbling fingers left shirts and shoes in our wake as I dragged him to my bedroom. The bed was made, thankfully, was my one fleeting thought before I pushed a gloriously naked Titus on the mattress, and finished stripping myself bare.

“Spread ‘em,” I ordered as I dug into the side table and found a condom and lube. Titus did as requested, and oh, didn’t he look lovely laid out like that. I would appreciate the view another time. Right now, I had a rod that could pound nails needing to f**k something. Preferably the man before me.

I rolled a condom on my c**k , lubed up, then stuck two slick fingers into his channel without warning. Titus gasped, but he pushed back, his greedy ass already begging for more. Ah, so he could take it a little rough. Good to know. I worked him over mercilessly, and he responded like we’d been doing this together for years. I didn’t want to think about that right now. I needed to f**k.

I grabbed his legs, aimed at his hole, and pushed inside. I didn’t stop until I was fully seated, and the emotions that ran across Titus’s face made me want to do it again. So I did. A few times, actually, taking it slow, though I really wanted to rut. I made him beg for it until I was good and ready to pound him into the wall. And when I did, he still asked for more. God, he was perfect.

I went both fast and slow, revving things up until we were both ready to burst. Titus was hard again, and his hand was a blur on his spit-slicked c**k. His legs wrapped around me, I held onto his hips, knowing they’d be bruised, and pumped into him, both of us cursing until he burst, a high arc hitting my chin and falling on his well-formed chest. His mouth hung open, his hair sweaty and clinging to his face, as he obviously experienced the sweetest feeling ever known to man.

Seeing that made me c*m stronger than I had in a long time. It could be because I hadn’t had s*x in months, but I thought it was partly to do with the man beneath me.

Afterward, when I’d cleaned us up and we lay next to each other on the bed, Titus asked, “Why now?”

I replied, “Aside from the fact that I’ve wanted you since the day you appeared in my building? I thought we both deserved a second chance. I’m not saying it’s all roses. I still have trust issues with you, but I think we can work through those, eventually. Does that answer your question?”

Titus turned and tangled his legs with mine before he cupped my cheek. “Whatever works for you. I just want you to be comfortable. And if you decide adding s*x to the mix is too much, too fast, we’ll back off. Because as good as this is, and it’s damn good, I don’t want to hurt you, ever again. I want us to be equals, with each other every step of the way.” He kissed me softly. “And I’m so sorry for being an asshole.”

“I forgive you. But if you ever do it again, there are all kinds of chemicals I can use to dissolve your skin. Slowly. Just remember that.”

He looked at me with dawning horror.

I winked at him. “Be good, and it won’t be a problem.” I was totally kidding, but hey, a little reminder never hurt anybody, right? Maybe I’d read too many Stephen King novels.

“I’ll be good, I swear.” He kissed my nose, then snuggled into me, his head on my chest. “Can I stay the night? Or are you kicking me out?”

“Stay, go, whatever you want. We’re just starting this thing and—”

Titus’s snore cut me short. I chuckled to myself. Brat.

I pulled the blankets over us and sought the world of dreams. I had a friend and a lover and future that might be bright. There was a smile of contentment on my face when I finally drifted off to sleep.

THE END