Chapter one
Anthony panted heavily as he pulled in and out of Ian, pleasure sending electric waves of pure bliss coursing throughout his entire body.
"I, I, I'm gonna'-," he warned quickly, pulling out of Ian just as sticky, white substance shot out from within his cock and directly onto the both of their chests. Spilling over and dripping iff the edge of Anthony's hip. He felt Ian's body shudder as he came, "A-Anthony," he cried as his precome exploded over the both of them, adding to the layer of seed that already coated both of their bodies.
Ian looked over at Anthony as he rode out the shock of his climax, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he gasped for breath, a small smile briefly crossing his lips before attaching himself to Anthony's side like a drowning man and hiding his face deep into the taller man's chest. Anthony gazed down lovingly at him, his heart nearly overflowing in the warm, blissful emotions that he felt for Ian. Desperation filled his whole being. Enough to drive a man mad.
Anthony lifted Ian's head until he found those beautiful blue eyes that he loved so much and began to cover the man's face rapidly in brief, light kisses. Not letting an inch of skin go untouched in his frenzy of love and emotion.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," Anthony whispered in between kisses. Ian only lay there in silence as he let Anthony do as he pleased, until he suddenly reached up, curling his long, slender fingers around his lover's head and bringing their lips together for a long passionate kiss.
Only God knew how long the kiss lasted, until, finally, they parted for air . Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, they knew that they probably needed to clean up, both of them knowing all too well the uncomfortable madness of scrubbing off crusty and dried precome, but neither men could get passed the blissful sensation of their skin being pressed so tightly up against the other's,
"God, I love you so much," Anthony murmured drowsily, snaking his arms around Ian's waist and pulling him into his chest. Ian nestled into the embrace, kissing Anthony on the edge of his cheek before replying, " I love you too," and resting his head in the crook of Anthony's neck.
Anthony felt the brush of Ian's eyelashes as he closed them, and heard the sigh of his breath as it deepened into sleep. Anthony trailed his eyes lazily across the room. He was tired, but he really wasn't in the mood to sleep, nor was there any want to leave Ian's side, so instead he lay in watch over the man. God knew he was beautiful when he slept.
But in the silence of the night, he realized it wasn't as silent as it was told to be.
It was quiet, but definite, the sound of the inhale and exhale of someone's breath. And it certainly wasn't Ian's.
His eyes shot over to the door. Wide eyes met wide eyes, and he gasped in shock.
"Mom!"