“Shit, shit shit,” he cries out.

Both of our bodies tense as we slowly rock our way through our orgasms. I can feel my dick swell in his ass, as he clenches around me, squeezing every little drop out of me. I watch, mystified, as spurts of his cum decorate his stomach. I love watching his abs tense at every pulse of his dick.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.” I struggle to catch my breath, slowing down my pace on his dick until I was certain he was through.

“I’m never going to get tired of you, am I?” he pants, completely wrecked.

I lower my head to his stomach and clean him off with my mouth. There’s no wasting any of it—not now, not ever.

“Jesus. Well, you answered that,” he says with a soft laugh, running his fingers through my hair.

“I’ll never let you,” I murmur, smiling as I rest my body on top of his, my dick softening inside him. “You’re mine, Nathaniel. Always have been. Always will be.”

“I’m beyond happy with you,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around my back.

I feel safe here. Completely. There’s no going back now.

“You’re my best friend, Nathaniel. You’re everything.” I smile against his neck. I usually hate being sappy, but when it comes to him, I love saying everything he deserves to hear. He deserves all the cheese in the world.

“Round three in the shower?” he grins, looking down at me.

I laugh. “Let’s do it. Literally.”

“Okay, grab the lube. It’s in my bag,” he says, squirming beneath me and nudging me off.

“And then we order room service, throw on some Brooklyn 99, and pass out. I’m wiped—and we’re meeting Sarah at Trinity Park at noon—” I ramble as I get out of bed.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. There’s a lot of talking happening and not enough frotting,” he teases, resting his head on his hands while he watches me wander across the room.

I reach into the left side pocket of his bag and freeze the moment I feel something small and solid.

My breath catches in my throat.

He never told me which pocket to check.

Slowly, I turn around. My mouth goes slack. My palms start to sweat.

He’s kneeling behind me. Naked, just like me. His eyes are glassy.

“Caleb—”

“Nathaniel, what are you—?”

“A few years ago, we were right here, in this same room. Doing the same thing. Only you were about to commit your life to someone else.” He swallows, then reaches out and takes my hand in his. “You chose me that night. And you’ve kept choosing me ever since. You’ve never stopped chasing me. And the truth is—I’ve never stopped chasing you, not since the day we met.”

My throat tightens.

“I promise to keep choosing you every single day, for the rest of our lives. As long as you’ll have me.” He smiles nervously.

I drop to my knees, meeting him eye to eye. I take both of his hands in mine.