Page 72 of You Had Me At Happy Hour
But the only thing Julien kills is his inhibitions, rising and grinding onto the dueling dragons emerging from Greg’s pelvis.
He goes on like that for minutes. Fucking himself. Cursing. Listening for cues from Greg as to what’s working for him because for Julien, all of this is working for him. He sees a long, healthy sex life rolled out before him where exploration and discovery are paramount with this person he’s grown so comfortable with.Hisperson.
“Julien?” Greg asks, pulling Julien from visions of their future selves trying everything under the sun in controlled spaces.
“Yeah?”
“Can you turn around so I can see your face?” Greg asks. “I might be close again.”
Julien obliges, taking his time easing himself off, before turning around.
There Greg lies, flushed, a little sweaty, a smattering of dark hairs clinging to his forehead. He removes his hands from behind his head as Julien repositions himself and places them on Julien’s slender hips.
Julien does not begrudge his slight frame in this moment. It doesn’t matter that Greg’s body is broader, wider. He’s not comparing. Julien feels more capacious than ever, more in control of his pleasure, his life, his mental health, and his relationships.
Which is why, after he engorges himself on the double fucker again from this new angle, Julien decides his tongue’s inability to be held is no longer a fault. It’s a superpower. A superpower that allows him to declare in full voice despite the millions of sparkling, shouting nerve endings inside him, “I love you, Greg Harlow.”
It’s not sex babble. It’s not just the high of moving in together. It’s the unvarnished truth.
When Julien looks down and takes in Greg’s expression, he’s surprised to see tears rimming the edges of Greg’s intense dark brown eyes. Julien can’t help but revel in how sexy a man tuned in to his emotions is.
“I love you, too, Julien Boire,” Greg says without missing a beat.
It takes some maneuvering, but Julien pitches forward and kisses him.
Without a single drop of alcohol, they remain sweat-drenched and blissfully drunk on one another until the sun comes up.
