Marie Sexton - Promises

I reached into the drawer of the bedside table and found the lube. He stopped kissing my neck and looked worried as he watched me apply some to my rim.

“I didn’t mean that,” he said quietly.

“You don’t want to?” I said it as casually as I could. I didn’t want to push him.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to. But will that be for both of us?”

I realized what he was asking—would I actually enjoy it too?—and kissed him. “Yes. Trust me.”

He relaxed again and went back to my neck, and I was surprised to feel his fingers moving down on my body, past my perineum, gently exploring the area. His fingers starting moving in soft circles around my rim, and I wrapped my arms around him and arched into him, moaning. I heard him say softly in surprise, “Oh,” in my ear. Then he whispered, “Tell me what to do.”

I had never really been one for giving orders in bed, but I managed to say, “Harder.”

The pressure increased, and it felt great, but I really wanted more. I pushed against his hand, wanting to feel his fingers inside me. “More, Matt, please,” I whispered. But I felt him tense a little at that, and he shook his head and his hand moved away. Apparently I had found the end of his current comfort zone.

“I don’t want to push you,” I said to him. “Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know!” I was surprised by how frustrated he sounded, but there was a hint of laughter in his voice too. “I want you! Jesus, Jared, I’ve never been so turned on in my life, but I just have no idea what to do. I feel like I’m in high school all over again.” He grinned down at me. “At least there’s no stick shift in the way.” I laughed at that.

He kissed me, slowly running his tongue over the roof of my mouth and then over my lips, and then he whispered in my ear, “Jared, tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.”

I knew exactly what I wanted, but I didn’t want to freak him out. “You can say no.” I hated to sound like a damn porno, but he had asked, right? “I really just want you to fuck me.”

He groaned when I said that. His hands tightened on me, and he nodded.

I pushed him up, took the pillow from behind my head and put it under my hips, and maneuvered myself into position, still on my back. He was watching me, stroking himself slowly, and he definitely didn’t look like he was bothered by the idea. He put on the condom I handed him without comment. But when I started to push against him, trying to initiate penetration, he hesitated.

“Will I hurt you?” he asked, and I was moved by how much concern I saw in his eyes.

“No. Just go slow at first.” That seemed like the right thing to say, but I didn’t really expect him to be able to hold back once he started. I was right.

As soon as my body closed around the head of his shaft, his eyes closed, and I felt him shudder. With a groan low in his chest, he pushed the rest of the way in, not hard enough to hurt exactly, but I was glad it wasn’t my first time. Then he froze and seemed to be holding his breath as he said, “Oh Jesus, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” It felt wonderful, actually. I was already arching into him, amazed at how well we seemed to fit together. I realized how close I was to coming already.

“Oh my God, that feels incredible,” he said. He was holding perfectly still yet trembling with the effort of it.

“For me too. Jesus, Matt, I need you to move. I can’t hang on much longer.”

“If I move an inch, I’m going to come.”

“I think that’s the point.”

He smiled a little at that and opened his eyes to look down at me. Still, he didn’t budge. I took one of his hands, moved it between us to my cock, and pushed against him.

That deep purring sound started again in his chest, and he finally relaxed against me and started stroking me off with his hand as he started to thrust. Not deep thrusts, just barely rocking against me, slow and gentle. That exhilarating friction and his strong, rough hand working on me—it was amazing. I reached up and grabbed the headboard with both hands so I could push back and then closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation. It only took a few strokes for me. As soon as my muscles clenched around him, he grabbed me and slammed in hard one last time with a cry that was as much surprise as anything else.

For a minute he stayed there, still inside me, feeling my body spasm around him.

Then he pulled out and dropped down on top of me, wrapped both arms tight around me, and became dead weight. For just a fraction of a heartbeat, I thought he had fainted, but then I realized I could hear him whispering, “Oh God. Jared. Wow. Jesus.” An endless string of breathless words whispered into my hair.

I turned my chin, kissed his ear and then managed to gasp out, “You’re heavy. I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry.”

I pushed hard, and he rolled lazily off of me and lay spread-eagle on his back.

“Wow.”

I was laughing as I got up and made my way on wobbly legs to the bathroom. I cleaned up and brought the towel back in to him. He still hadn’t moved. He looked astounded, blinking at the ceiling. I started wiping him off.

“Can we do that again?” He sounded so earnest that I had to laugh.

“What, already?”

“God, no. I mean, once I can move again.”

“When do you think that will be?”

“Maybe by Monday.”

I laughed and lay down on my back next to him but with my head on his shoulder.

“I’ll give you ’til morning.”

“I didn’t realize it would feel so different.”

“Does it? I wouldn’t know.”

“It was….” He was obviously struggling for a word but settled on, “Intense.”

“‘Intense’ in a good way?”

“In a very good way.”

I laughed again. “I’m glad you approve.”

“And it’s good—? I mean, when, um. You know, the other…?”

“Are you asking me if it really is good to be on the receiving end?”

“Yes.” Obviously relieved that he didn’t have to elaborate more.

“It can be, yes. It was just now.” I shivered a little, remembering. “Are you worried about it?”

“A little. Well.” He laughed nervously. “More than a little, to be honest. But I trust you.”

“There’s no hurry.” But now the rational side of my brain was starting to make noise again. “Matt, are you sure this is what you want?”

“Why are you asking that now? Isn’t it what you want?” He sounded mostly amused but also a tiny bit exasperated.

“You know it is.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

So I told him about my conversation with Chief White. But when I was done, he just shrugged. I couldn’t see it, but felt his shoulder move under my head.

“You’re not worried? A few days ago, you didn’t want them to know.”

“I know. But I realized something. They all assume we’re lovers anyway—that’s what they’ve thought for months now. You have no idea how many times since your birthday they’ve teased me about our ‘lovers’ quarrel’. The fact that I was here the other night only reinforced it. The only way to make them not think it would be to never see you again. And that’s not an option. So if they already assume it’s true, and I want it to be true, and you want it to be true—well, I guess I just couldn’t see any reason anymore why it shouldn’t be true.”

“I love your logic.”

“I thought you would.” I could tell he was smiling even though I couldn’t see his face.

“So the Chief’s wrong? You don’t have to make a choice?”

He turned toward me, nudged me onto my side so that he was tight against my back, and wrapped himself around me like a blanket.

“I’ve already made it, Jared. He thinks I have to choose just one, either you or my career, but I don’t. I choose both.” He kissed the back of my neck. “I’m not giving you up for anything. But I’m not quitting my job either.”

“Is that really possible?”

“Trust me.”

AFTER that, Matt made no effort to hide our relationship. He still had his apartment, but more and more of his things were finding their way to my house, and he spent every night in my bed. I certainly had no complaints about that, but I was surprised to find that I was suddenly the one who wanted to avoid being seen together in public. When we weren’t lovers and I knew people might think we were, it hadn’t mattered. But now that it was true, I was suddenly embarrassed. I was sure that everybody was staring or whispering about us. I knew it was childish and completely illogical, but I couldn’t seem to stop worrying about it. And it wasn’t hard to convince him to stay home with me those first few days.

The biggest point of contention, however, quickly became his coworkers. Specifically, my unwillingness to meet them or spend time with them.

“Jared, just meet them,” he said on more than one occasion.

“Why would I want to meet them? I know what they think of me.”

“I know it will be awkward at first, but it will help in the long run.”

“No!” I couldn’t believe he expected me to subject myself to their derision.

That exchange began to take on the repetition of a broken record.

Of course we went to Lizzy and Brian’s for Thanksgiving dinner. The minute Matt walked in the door, Lizzy flew at him and threw her arms around him with a squeal.

“Oh Matt, it’s so good to see you!”

“You, too, Lizzy.”

“I told Jared you would pull your head out of your ass eventually!”

He turned bright red but said, “Right, as usual.”

She beamed at him.

Brian brought James in and started to hand him to Matt. Matt’s reaction was the same as mine had been.