Halfway In

A night spent on the floor, a hardwood floor no less, no matter how short the night may be, at my age, is asking for aches and pains that a handful of Tylenol does nothing to alleviate the morning after. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if Nicolo didn’t use me as his own personal mattress most of the night, but he did.  There is a pep in his step as I stumble after him to the bathroom, barely awake because we don’t have a coffee machine, thus no fucking coffee. He seems to be suffering no adverse effects,...

I press between his lips with a groan. The wet heat pulls me in deeper and deeper until Nicolo gags. The sound is loud in the silence, and not unwelcome, but he’s not ready to choke on my cock, not the way I want him to. I pull back, but don’t leave his mouth, just rest on his tongue as I stroke my fingers down his cheek until he catches his breath.  His tongue dips into my slit as he wraps his hand around the base of my cock, steady and tight, to control the depth. I grunt and hold...

There’s nothing wrong with a late start to the day. Not when the reason is an orgasm strong enough to warrant a nap afterwards.  Not that Sebastian lets me nap. Not that I want to nap on the floor anyway. For one night, the hardwood was fine. We were able to make a nest out of the blankets we took from the safe house, and sleep easy enough but I really hope Sebastian’s old bed shows up today. If not, tonight I might seriously beg him to get a hotel room until our furniture arrives.  “Rental should be here in...

It takes a little over an hour to get our phones and internet set up after stopping for fast food coffee and breakfast sandwiches. A guy will be out to hook everything up on Monday and until then we have mobile data to tide us over.  Most of the day is spent finding a decent used car to buy. The dealership we find is willing to come down on the price if paid in full which saves us a couple thousand dollars but takes time to negotiate.  We don’t rush getting wedding bands either. I follow Nicolo around a cute...

Fast food boxes with rapidly cooling leftovers sit beside the mattress Sebastian dragged out of the shipping container and into the living room before it got dark. The movie I’m supposed to be watching with him is more background noise than anything because I don’t have a clue what’s happening on screen. My entire being is focused on the man at my back and the set of mindless fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh. If Sebastian’s goal is to drive me half insane with lust: mission accomplished.  A couple inches higher and he’s going to make...

One finger quickly because two, then three as my little brother moans and withers on the mattress under me. It’s not really necessary since Nicolo is soaking wet and wide open from the time I spent eating his ass and fingering him while I sucked his cock.  This is still his first time ever having sex though and I want it to be good. No I want it to be better than good, Lots of shit is good but forgettable. I want Nicolo’s first time being fucked to be great, to be mind blowing. To be fucking spectacular so he’ll...

The first thing collected from the shipping container sitting in the driveway waiting to be fully unpacked is the coffee machine of all things.  Sebastian is half asleep, hair in disarray, an asscheek exposed from where his basketball shorts have slipped, opening and shutting cabinet doors after having plugged the coffee pot up, and added water to the reservoir. I watch him from my place on the mattress, hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. He wasn’t a morning person when he was a teenager either. I vividly remember him stumbling out of bed like a zombie, slinking down...