First New Year's After the Apocalypse
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When Maddy started falling asleep on the couch during a movie, Jaxxon picked her up and took her to bed. Wade was about to shut the film off when the power cut out. He yawned and cleared away the cookie plate. When he made his way back to the bedroom, it was to find Jaxxon undressing, already hard. Wade ached for him.
“I missed you,” said Jaxxon, moving over and pressing his naked body against Wade. He snaked his arms around Wade’s torso and began to unzip his pants. Wade’s breath caught.
“Me too,” he managed, and turned and kissed Jaxxon. It probably wasn’t fair to sleep with him without telling him he was going, but Wade did it anyway.
They made out slowly as Wade let Jaxxon undress him and then maneuver him toward the bed. Their skin was hot, even in the cooling room, and when Jaxxon pushed Wade to the bed he gladly lay back. Instead of climbing on top of him, though, Jaxxon circled around to the other side and pulled Wade to him. Wade took him in like that, head tilted back to receive Jaxxon’s cock, arms stretched up to feel Jaxxon’s ass. He took Jaxxon in until he nearly gagged, again and again, until he could taste the precome in his mouth. Jaxxon pulled back.
“Pick your position,” he said as he lubed up.
Wade turned, slid off the bed. He didn’t think he could look at Jaxxon now. He planted his feet on the floor and leaned onto the bed, presenting, toying with himself a little. Jaxxon turned back to him and rested a slippery hand on his hip. Wade closed his eyes, savoring the feel of being entered. Jaxxon seemed to take his time, making sure to hit Wade just the right way. He used more lube on his hand before grabbing Wade’s aching cock, circling the tip with a thumb, stroking in time to his own thrusts.
Wade came over the sheets as Jaxxon came inside him, gasping against the bed, eyes closed. After Jaxxon pulled out and cleaned up, the cool finally seemed to descend. Wade got in bed with him but still couldn’t look at him. Jaxxon pulled him close, like the night before, and Wade almost groaned.
He hated what he was about to do. But he needed to do it before he lost the nerve.
“Jaxxon,” he said.
“Mmhmm.”
“I’m going in the morning.” Wade paused. “I’m sorry.”
Jaxxon’s breath suddenly deepened, like he was waking up. For a moment Wade expected a raised voice, but it was only Jaxxon’s embrace that stiffened.
“What?”
“I love you,” said Wade, squeezing his eyes shut. “But I realized something when I got Maddy. You’re a family. You need someone you love to help you raise her, not me. We fight all the time, Jaxx. It’s better if I go.”
Wade waited, tense himself, for the reply to that. Knowing Jaxxon, it would be harsh words. It would be a good riddance. It would be that he was fine with Wade sleeping on the couch after all. He swallowed, surprised when he felt Jaxxon rest his forehead against Wade’s back and sigh.
“You’re leaving me. You’re leaving us.”
“You did tell me to not come back,” said Wade.
“I was angry,” said Jaxxon. “You left without apologizing. You took all the money. You know how hard it was to scrape together the electric bill?” He paused but Wade said nothing. “I was going to help you pay back those fines that keep showing up.”
“Don’t try to bribe me to stay. I’ll handle it.”
“Wade,” said Jaxxon, tightening his arm around Wade’s side like a hug. “Don’t be an asshole. Don’t go.” He paused. Wade waited. “I love you, you know.”
Wade held back the snort he wanted to respond with. Jaxxon sighed.
“I did a lot of thinking after you left. I know I haven’t been the best partner. Hell, that’s the main reason Rose left to begin with. But I can’t say I felt the same way when you left as when she did. I realized you were my second chance. I realized I love you. And then when you showed up with Maddy yesterday….”
Wade shut his eyes, waiting, his mind running wild.
“I don’t want to lose either of you again,” said Jaxxon. He pulled Wade even closer, squeezing hard. Wade could feel Jaxxon’s pounding heart up against his chest. “I need you in my family. Stay. Please. I’m begging you.”
Wade didn’t know what to say, but he did know it was his turn to speak. And he wanted to stay, desperately wanted to stay. But he needed to convince himself it was better.
“You going to try harder as a partner?” he asked.
“Haven’t I been?” asked Jaxxon, then quickly, “Yes. I promise.”
Wade exhaled.
“I’m a shitty parent,” he said. “I’ve even given Maddy coffee.”
“That all?” asked Jaxxon. “You’re fine. She likes you. She could stand to have someone other than me influencing her anyway.” A pause. “Wade.”
“I never really wanted to go. I just didn’t think I could stay.”
“Is that a yes?” asked Jaxxon. Wade nodded.
“I’ll stay. But,” he added, “you owe me another round of sex before we go to sleep. We gotta make up for lost time.”
He could almost feel Jaxxon smile against the back of his shoulder.
“If that’s what it takes to keep you, I think I can manage.”
JESSICA PAYSEUR has been cursed with the ability to see a story in anything at all. This is especially useful in the long Wisconsin winter months, when the only inspiration the world gives is endless snow and the lingering promise of frostbite for the unwise. When not trying to write the stories away, she can be found taking long walks with her dog, going on small adventures with her partner, and generally attempting to thwart whatever devious schemes her cats have been plotting. She has an impressive collection of books, a modest collection of stationery, and a dwindling collection of wine, all of which she regularly enjoys.
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By Jessica Payseur
First New Year’s After the Apocalypse
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