Page 79 of Yard Sale

“Yes.” Her voice went quiet. “That must have been very hard. When Ferris was hurt, he was very afraid he was going to lose his chance at playing on his team. I’m not sure he would have been able to cope with it, even with Quinn beside him.”

“I’ve played for a long time. Retiring is scary, but it’s also not the worst thing in the world.”

“What will you do after?” she asked.

My chest tightened. “Well…”

“He’s going to travel the world with me,” came the voice of my savior. I followed the sound of Aravind’s footsteps until he slid warm, sleepy arms around me. “I still need to figure out what I want to do.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “But for now, I think bed.”

“Do you want some help cleaning up?” I asked Manisha.

“I think you’ve done your part tonight, sweetheart,” she told me. As I stood, she did too, and then she was around the table and taking my hands, pulling me in to kiss my cheek. “Get some real rest. Tomorrow, it’ll feel easier.”

I wasn’t sure she was right, but being dismissed into my lover’s arms was all I wanted, so I took the offer to follow Aravind into the room and let him close the door tightly behind us.

I woke with a hand on my dick and lips on the back of my neck. I didn’t react for a moment. I went through my usual morning routine of blinking both eyes open, then closing the right one to see if I still had my small spots in the left where I could see.

There was light coming from the window, but the clear parts of my vision were nothing more than a hazy fog. I blinked, then blinked again. Sometimes I got some funk and sleep in my eyes, which scared me into thinking everything was getting ready to go.

But it didn’t clear up this time.

I swallowed back small pinpricks of panic and blinked a few more times and…oh. There. The strip of light by the window, and across the room a bright purple shirt hanging off the edge of a suitcase.

I breathed out and turned in Aravind’s arms, and his hand slipped further into my boxers, fingers grazing my hard, naked cock.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “I really want you.”

Last night, my hard-on died off when I thought for a moment that Aravind wasn’t coming back. Then when he did come back, he dropped a giant drama bomb into my lap, and all thoughts of sex faded into oblivion.

But now, we were alone in the bed, it was morning, and I still wanted him with a ferocity I couldn’t begin to understand.

“Let me jerk you off,” he murmured, kissing my jaw.

“Your aunties,” I started to protest. I would get loud. I couldn’t help myself.

Aravind seemed to realize that too, so he rolled over, and when he returned, he pressed rough lace to my lips. “Open. Be a good boy,” he rumbled, his voice sleep rough.

I did as he asked, and he balled them up and set them between my teeth, then pressed his palm to my mouth.

“There we go. Want to be my good boy and lay here and take it?”

I nodded, half-frantic, half-afraid someone was going to burst through the door. “The lock,” I tried to say, but I couldn’t get out more than a soft, muffled collection of sounds.

Aravind gripped my dick, pulling it from the slit in my boxers, then began to jack me hard and fast—just the way I liked.

“Your dick is so pretty, do you know that?” he asked. He twisted his grip around the head, then pressed against my slit with his fingernail. “It’s always so fucking wet, leaking a goddamn river for me. The moment we’re alone, I’m going to suck every drop of come out of you.”

I groaned and fucked my hips upward, chasing the hot orgasm already setting me ablaze.

Everything around me went hazy as I spilled over his knuckles, and my lungs burned from being forced to breathe out of my nose. But it was exactly what I needed. Aravind stroked me through the last of my aftershocks, then kissed the side of my neck as he gently laid my cock down on my boxers.

“Don’t move,” he ordered.

Not that I could have, even if I wanted to. He peeled his hand away from my mouth and reached for something, then appeared in front of me again, straddling my hips. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my limp one.

And then I heard a camera shutter. I made a soft noise, and he pressed a finger to my mouth. “I said be patient, sweet boy.”

I settled, and then I heard the camera shutter again.