Secret copulation

Garber's POV

 Watching Luis stand up for himself like that would forever be etched in my memory—and would forever make me cum in my pants. 

 I was only halfway there when he forcefully disengaged less than five minutes ago, but watching him speak his mind had me spilling all over his bedsheets and myself. 

 "Such a waste of cum," I muttered to myself, wishing he had swallowed it all. That's why I got to my feet; I didn't want the next round to go to waste. 

 The moment he came in and our eyes met, I smirked at him while my dick got ready for action. 

 "I didn't go through all that trouble today just to be stopped halfway. Don't ever do it again," I said, gripping his shoulder and turning him around to push him back against the door. 

 He groaned. 

 "Does that mean there will be another time?" he asked, trying to push me off. His words stopped the gears in my head. 

 I'd said that subconsciously after spending hours convincing myself this would be the last time. 

 I felt so messed up, and by the time I regained my composure, he was already out of my reach again. 

 "I see you really love getting bent over your gaming table," I teased, noticing his location. 

 "Don't bullshit me, Garber. I need you to leave now." 

 "With this bone you caused? You'll be a bad boy if you don't take responsibility for it," I said, staying rooted in place with my painfully hard dick because I didn't want to spook him. 

 He looked like he'd bolt at the slightest provocation. 

 "I don't care!" he shouted, looking stubborn and sexy. 

 Was he trying to punish me? I needed to be inside him while he was this irresistible, but we were still two meters apart. 

 "You don't care for my dick or yours?" I asked, pointing to his raging cock straining against his shorts. 

 His gaze followed, betraying him. 

 "Look, Garber. I might want you. I might have had a crush on you for four years, and I might be feeling the happiest I've ever been because you're talking to me. But I'm done putting my pride aside just to have you look my way again," he said, his voice pained yet resolute. 

 I could see the heartbreak in his eyes, and it twisted something deep inside me. 

 "What do you mean, 'put your pride away'? I'm just doing something we both want. I haven't touched you against your will," I said, taking a small, unnoticed step forward. 

 "No, you haven't, but—" 

 "I didn't kiss you against your will, and you seemed to love grinding on me in the club restroom," I interrupted, continuing my subtle advance. 

 "Of course it wasn't against my will! For God's sake, Garber, how could it be when it's all I've wanted for four years?" he snapped, frustration clear in his voice. 

 I couldn't help but wonder how he could feel so emotional with a raging cock. Was he used to this kind of tension, or was he pretending not to feel the throbbing? 

 "Then why won't you just enjoy it? You don't have to be so hard on yourself," I reasoned. 

 "It's because of you," he started but stopped, his pouty lips slightly agape as he realized I was now standing directly in front of him. 

 He tried to step back but tripped on his stereo, and loud music suddenly blared through the room. At least I wouldn't have to worry about being overheard now. 

 "Look, Luis. You don't have to overthink this. Just take it a step at a time. I'll help you," I said, fighting the dangerous emotions bubbling to the surface as I took in his tear-streaked lashes. 

 He was painfully beautiful in a way that made my heart clench, but I couldn't let myself fall. 

 We stared at each other, silently communicating. I didn't know what he was trying to say, but I felt it. And he seemed to feel the same as different emotions flickered across his face until resignation settled in. 

 "I see," he muttered, pulling his shorts free. 

 My cock twitched in anticipation as I watched him clear his gaming table and stretch out on it. 

 "If this is going to be the last time, I might as well enjoy it. Now fuck me hard so I'll never forget it," he said, spreading his legs for me. 

 "Oh, Luis," I moaned, palming his firm buttocks. 

 Spanking him felt like the perfect reward before I took the honor of fucking him for the both of us. 

 Hard, so neither of us would ever forget. 

 If this was going to be the last time, I might as well make it the best.