After Us

Chapter 8 : One step forward

He would be lying if he said he didn't want this, but it would have been much easier admitting to that fact if it weren't for those other complications Tharn brought along with him. He swore he didn't see this one coming, at least not the admission of Tharn's feelings as well as the proposal to do things over, because, how could he?

If anyone would have told him this was what he would be dealing with in the aftermath of Tharn's 'revenge', he would seriously have laughed at that someone's face and he wouldn't even feel half as bad as he probably would about it.

But then again, who would have thought they would get to this point, now, when it didn't make sense for things to turn out this way? It was confusing, to say the least, frustrating even, and Type honestly had no idea what to make of it. He didn't know whether to believe Tharn either, because, how could someone be so easily forgiving after all the pain they've suffered because of a former lover's betrayal? Was it really so easy for him to forgive Type that he would be willing to forget every little pain Type caused him just like that? Just because of a few hours tumble in bed, he realized that? Type honestly didn't think so.

But, god, knowing Tharn? It might just exactly be the case.

None of those matter anymore, you hear me? Because I love you, Type. I've never stopped loving you.

Fuck, but was it really that easy? Was this how it was supposed to be? Truthfully, he wasn't sure. What he was certain of though was this; it would take them more than their shared attempt at talking to get through the hard part, and even if they did, Type wasn't sure if that would be enough.

He wasn't going to deny that hearing Tharn say those words earlier, almost begging him for a second chance to work things out was the highlight of his evening, but it was difficult to feel properly happy when he knew more than he was letting on.

For now, he would try not to think of that and instead focus on the matter at hand, to the ever-present feel and taste of Tharn's arousal strong beneath his tongue, the way he couldn't fit enough of him in his mouth no matter how much he tried. He breathed through his nose and used his hands to touch the rest of Tharn he couldn't get into his mouth, humming through his mouthful and basking on the delicious sounds Tharn made whenever he would rub his tongue across the slick tip.

To be fair, he'd expected they would spend the majority of their limited time together in bed - it wasn't so hard to imagine that the moment he stepped into that door and found Tharn on his birthsuit - but he seriously didn't anticipate Tharn's forgiveness so easily, nor the other man's proposition that they got back together as if the last two years didn't happen.

As if the existence of someone else in Tharn's life right now didn't matter either.

He tried not to think about it, but it was hard. The guilty feeling was heavy, but the need to give in to his heart's desire was stronger. He knew he was a terrible person for letting this happen, for wanting Tharn just as much when he knew he shouldn't, but his heart had kept reminding him to ignore that for now in favor of allowing himself the luxury to be loved by Tharn at least for the last time.

"Ah, shit. Type, your mouth, ah, fuck," Tharn was keening, his hands on either side of Type's face, holding his head steady, hips jerking shallowly in slow, short thrusts, just enough to enjoy the sensation without hurting Type in the process. Despite it, Type still felt full, filled so good he could feel Tharn hitting the roof of his throat with every little thrusts as he did his best to breathe through his nose and used more of his tongue than he was normally comfortable with, fingers alternating between rubbing the base and mounding Tharn's balls just to hear him moan.

Tharn's desire was so addicting that he kept going at it, moaning through his mouthful and letting Tharn set the pace, so busy with giving Tharn everything he got that he didn't even notice Tharn was already pulling his dick all the way out until his mouth was gaping open, empty of the cock he was sucking in his mouth just seconds before.