Between These Sheets
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She’s back in my life, but this time, as a friend and confidant. After I opened the envelope with the picture she sent, Jay encouraged me to call her, and with the help of Jay and Laura, I eventually met up with her. It’s taken years, but finally we’ve become close again, and I feel like I’m a better person because of it.
“Hi, Reese,” she says, her voice a sweet melody on my ears. It’s a voice filled with life and energy—something she lacked for so long when we were together.
“Aren’t you going to say hey to Reese?” Toby asks Jarod. “Come on, be nice.”
“Oh, I know he’s shy,” I say. I squat down until I’m eye-level with him. “Nothing wrong with being a little shy, is there?” I wink, and he smirks.
I guide them into the kitchen where we all chat. Tyler tells me about the last game he played with his softball league. I glance over and catch Jay picking up Michael and twirling him around in a circle, Michael screaming loudly again.
When he finishes, Jay glances at me.
We’ve talked about kids.
We keep talking about them. I know they’re in our future, but we both want to wait until we’re ready. And I think that time is coming sooner rather than later.
Jay winks at me, and a warm sensation fills my chest.
I never believed I could have fallen so deeply in love with someone. Not the way I have with Jay for all these years.
It’s an amazing dinner. We chat and catch up with everyone and eat until we’re stuffed.
Then when it ends, we head out, and I know now’s the perfect time for my surprise.
“Before we go,” I say. I reach into my pocket and retrieve an envelope. Hand it to him.
“What’s this?”
I sing “Happy Birthday” to him, and he grins as my voice cracks straight through the song.
“It’s not really my birthday yet,” he says as I reach the end.
“Shut it. It’s was the only way I could create a surprise out of it.”
He opens the envelope and pulls out two tickets to the Rita Rudner stand-up show.
“Oh my God,” he says. “I can’t believe you got these. We’re seriously going to her farewell tour?”
“Yup. We’re going to Vegas! I already booked our flights.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Well, considering my pay raise and your new job as supervisor, neither of us is hurting, so I figured we could indulge this year.”
He hugs me.
He deserves this and so much more after ten years together. Ten years of friendship. Ten years of love.
As he pulls away, he kisses me. “Thank you. That was really sweet.”
It’s not the first stand-up show we’ve seen together, and it won’t be the last. We’ve had a lot of laughs over the years.
Not to say it’s always been easy.
In fact, some of the years were hard. I was right about the darkness. It came and consumed me the way it does every so often. There’s no magic pill. The triggers don’t fade. It wasn’t five years ago when the depression got so bad that some days it was hard to breathe, but Jay stood by me and helped me get to my doctor’s appointments, helped me through experimenting with new med combinations. He helped out at work when I needed time off, which is what led to his new position. He more than stepped up to the challenge. So while I was right about this terrible thing within me, this thing that will never leave me, I was wrong about Jay. I didn’t kill him. If anything, he’s only become stronger and someone I can’t imagine living without. Not because I need him for what’s wrong with me, but I need him because he makes me a better human being.
We head back to our house and stand in the bathroom after our shower, nude, getting ready for bed. I strap into my hands-free crutch.
Jay says, “I know we talk about kids, but…what do you think? We’re about ready?”
I beam. I’ve been waiting for him to say this with such confidence.
“I’m more than ready,” I say.
“I wouldn’t mind a few. And you’re great with them.”
“A few?!” I ask with a laugh, but I’d be happy to raise a dozen kids with him.
No one else I’d rather raise kids with than my Jay.
“No, seriously this time,” he says.
“Let’s do it.” I study his face.
“What are you looking at?”
“Just how beautiful you are?”
“Oh, the lines?” Jay asks as he runs his forefinger across his crow’s feet.
“Yeah. How they sit just right on your face. How they complement it, even. Not like this old thing that you’re stuck with.”
“You mean this sexy silver fox.” Jay runs his hands through my hair. “I could’ve done a lot worse.”
I kiss him and push him back against the doorframe. I wrap my arm around him and press against the small of his back so that his abs meet mine.
And soon, we’re groping and stroking each other’s bodies, our stiff cocks rubbing against each other’s pelvises.
I want his body more than ever.
We hurry into the bedroom in a frenzy, and I push him down onto the bed.
“Is this the fat dick you want inside you?” I ask him as I raise his legs and pull him back to the edge of the bed.
“Yes, Reese. Oh fucking God yes.”
I spit on my cock and ease into him.
It takes more time like this, but it reminds me of the first time we ever fucked raw. When I got to come inside him and make him totally mine, and when he did the same to me. When we were set free of all those remaining boundaries between us and it was just love. Our love.
I remove the crutch, and we toss and turn, crawling around on the bed, shifting positions. He fucks me for a bit, and we swap again. He ends up on his back again, his favorite way to come. On my knees, I push into him, watching his expression, lines and all, as his eyes roll back in that familiar way that lets me know just how much he’s enjoying what I’m giving him.
Sweat drips off my forehead and onto his tight body—the one he’s earned through all his dedication at our local gym—memberships we both take full advantage of.
He starts to reach for his dick, but I snatch his wrist. Then I grab his other and push them back against the mattress. Pinning him down while I fuck him.
He gazes up at me, eagerness in his eyes, excited about what we share.
I shake my head. “Uh-uh. You’re gonna come my favorite way.
The way I know how to make him come. The way I prefer it.
“Fuck yes, Reese,” he says.
I can see the trust in his eyes—trust that I’m going to fulfill him in the way that’s most satisfying to him—in the way that leaves him breathless.
I fuck him harder, and soon he’s moaning. I glance down as the come shoots out of his cock and across his body.
“I did that,” I say with pride.
Then I come inside him, and the explosion sends sharp, powerful sensations racing through me.
I collapse on him, resting in his seed and sweat, enjoying him being filled with me.
This is who we are. Totally together. Totally wrapped in each other’s love.
Our life together is so much more than I could ever have hoped for. Could have even have dreamt for myself after I returned from the war.
“We’re gonna need to get those panties out this weekend,” Jay teases. “Whaddaya think?”
“I think I’m one lucky son of a bitch,” I say. “Who would’ve thought all it would take was one asshole to shove me down at work…some asshole I can shove down every fucking day now.”
Jay beams, and I imagine all the years to come. Years I’m so looking forward to.
THE END
Copyright © 2017 by Devon McCormack
Cover Photography by Allan Spiers Photography
Cover Design by Jay Aheer
Editing by Alicia Notarainni
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bara Moore
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