Mr Always Right (MxM)

Thirty eight

"Babe..."

"My baba..."

"Honey..."

"Lovey..."

"Angel..."

"What do you want Xander?" my husband finally answered in an irritated voice.

"Draw me like one of your French girls" I whispered in a husky voice laying myself over the dining room table as Caspiry continued to mark his students math papers.

"Not in front of the children" he hummed pointing at our daughter who was happily scribbling on scrap paper and our son who was looking at me with disgust because I was lying on his copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. A book I strongly felt he was too young to read but hey, it's recommended by the school for fifteen year olds and Wil wants to impress by reading all the books recommended for his entire high school career before actually graduating.

He really liked reading and when there was no more to read and the book left an empty feeling inside him he wrote until his hand cramped.

I was proud and worried... at least he wasn't doing drugs or touching himself or others inappropriately.

"Later?"

"Maybe."

"I'm holding you to that" I said getting up from the table and pointing at  him.

"Hold me to that, hold me close, hold me down, push me against the wall and have your way" he smirked continuing to tick away "as long as it's when my works done."

"Hey, not in front of the kids" I teased.

"It's fine Jay doesn't understand and if we gross out Wil maybe he'll be scarred and only have sex as a forty year old when getting someone pregnant will be fine."

"Ah, so I should follow the example of my very young parents who are pregnant for the second time before either one of them is forty?" Wil asked with an eyebrow raised.

"We're married, we can do what we want" I explained with a shrug "also having double standards is kind of the key to being parents."

"I'm sure you guys weren't even virgins when you met" he grumbled putting his nose back in his book.

I looked to Caspiry and found him finally looking up and completely red. Aw, my little virgin. I can proudly say, I was the first to tap that. 

"You're crazy" Caspiry giggled running from me and into our apartment. I laughed and chased after him, grabbing him by the waist, pulling him close and closing the door behind us. His hands laid flat against my chest and his body melted into mine perfectly as we continued to laugh. Our laughter slowly died down as his head fell to my shoulder and I leaned back against the door.

Soon everything was quiet but in my head all I could hear was my rapid heart beat. This is right, it's where I'm meant to be. Holding him. We'd been dating for a few months now and in my whole life I'd never been happier.

When my days are shit, he makes me feel like I'm on top of the world.

And now, as his fingers absentmindedly run down my arm and skim over my covered torso I couldn't help but feel I needed to profess my love or at least show it. I watched his face closely as the traces of laughter hung on his cheeks and lips. He wasn't looking at me, he wasn't looking at anything. Simply basking in my warmth as I was set aflame by his soft, barely-there touch.

Without realising it, my hands grew impatient. They left his side, traveled up his delectable body and cupped his jaw. The innocent confused look he gave me was far too much, I had to kiss those lips. Those lips that pouted and parted ever so slightly when he was confused.

Those wide, eyes that have yet to see the ugly in the world slid shut, in sync with mine.

It was slow, we took our time. Even as our tongues twisted as I wished our bodies would, we were slow.

Sinful sounds escaped him, blood rushed through his body. I felt his warmth, his nerves and anticipation and fear. I had to see him, to take in this image. I needed to remember his flushed face, his heaving chest, the sound of his panting, his moans and his beating heart.

"You're perfect" he uttered.

"We are perfect" I corrected, my lips kissing up and down his jaw before dropping onto his neck.

We were drunk off kisses sitting on the couch. Him straddling me and rubbing himself all over me. I was in heaven and I needed to take him there too, but from the sounds he was making I'm sure he was close.

"Do you want to move this party to my room?" I whispered as he tugged on my ear with his teeth.

He flung back, arms still wrapped around my neck and chest still heaving against mine. Suddenly, the innocence in those eyes was something I wanted to keep intact until a more special time.

Sure my boner wasn't going to die down because I needed a romantic setting but I was a man of strong will.

"Sure" he stuttered.

I wanted to stop him. Jesus, Mary and Moses knew I wanted to stop him. But when he got up, took my hands, put them on his waist and intertwined our fingers as we slowly walked to my room with his firm ass rubbing against my dick, I was at a loss for words.

When he slid my clothes off and left me in my boxers, I was dumbfounded. His hands had glided over my broad chest like it was his territory to claim and when he unbuttoned my jeans staring deep into my eyes with that innocence but our groins rubbing against each other I nearly became undone.

His skin looked even better than before, softer somehow. He pushed me onto the bed and I sat and watched him strip. His hands shook slightly when he got to his underwear and the blue light that shone from the moon into our apartment made him look smaller, colder.

I couldn't do this.

I grabbed his hands and tugged him towards me. He sat, shaking slightly in my grip as I ran my hands up and down his arms and laid kisses on his shoulder leading up his neck.

"We're perfect, so the first time we do this will also be perfect. Not a spur of the moment after a date, no. I'll make love to you the way you deserve. Your first will be as breathtaking as you are. I'll make sure of it, okay?"

He nodded.

So that night wasn't our first but damn, it was the night he stopped sleeping in his room and instead started sleeping in my arms and I don't think there could have been a better way to start that.

We didn't have sex but we connected and confirmed love. In that context we were both virgins, I had never loved someone so much, felt so connected and so attracted without physical aspects and he had never loved at all.

We made each other feel, we created love and let it grow. Now another piece of evidence of our love is growing inside him and is ready to come into the world in a few short months.

Our little miracle and I couldn't wait to meet them. I had already started speaking to our little person before they've even developed ears but it's fine. I think I love so hard and utter such love that it can be felt through the sound waves, that the vibration of my voice will carry all the hope I have and make our baby strong. That's what I like to think anyway.

A love like mine and Caspiry's has to be that strong. If this isn't true love then I don't think true love is real. If we don't work or aren't meant to be then I don't think there's anyone out there for me. He's it for me. He has to be. I know it.