He ran trembling fingers through his hair. “That was amazing, Wheeler. I don’t know how to…” I heard the hitch in his voice and moved immediately to his side on the couch.
“It’s all right.”
He let out a big sob and covered his face with his hands. “Oh, God. How embarrassing is this? The best sex of my life and I’m crying over it.”
“Best sex, huh?” I said, and regretted it. Moron.
Thankfully, all Gregory did was elbow my ribs. It hurt. “I didn’t realize it could feel like this. So…freeing, so…all-consuming. I don’t know if it would have been the same with any other guy. But you’re the guy who did this, and I’m grateful.”
“Think nothing of it. Though, perhaps I should be embarrassed myself for coming in my shorts. I’m not a sixteen-year-old anymore. I should have more control than that.”
Gregory wiped his eyes and turned to face me. “I like that you lost control, that you felt free to do that with me. I want to do that again, with you, and maybe more…”