Chapter 36
Hand on cock, and mouth on mouth, they stroked each other until the sweat beaded up on their skin and their breath was all but impossible to catch. And only then, with Mark whispering filthy encouragements into his ear, and Mark’s legs shaking up against his own, did Gerry allow himself to finally consider Mark’s request.
He closed his eyes and basked in the warmth of Mark’s chest against his own. He breathed in the scent of fruit and chlorine, and he squeezed Mark’s perfect cock with enough force to make Mark gasp. Then he did something he hadn’t dared to do from the moment that they’d first met—he allowed himself to hope. To hope that the relationship might prove to be something. The forever kind of something.
Gerry moved his lips to Mark’s ear. His voice trembled as he spoke. “I love you, Mark.”
As though he’d been holding off until Gerry said it, Mark snapped his hips forward, groaned against Gerry’s lips, and came. It took Gerry less than a second to follow.