Page 14 of Tumbling Hearts

He can feel it—the burst of warm cum coating his abdomen. Ray came with me barely ever stroking his cock. Gene’s pride soars to heights he never thought possible. He keeps up the pace, faster and faster, Ray howling at the intensity, Gene pumping and pumping, more, more, and more⁠—

Gene’s release overwhelms him—strong, heady, exhilarating. He spills his seed inside Ray, the warmth all-encompassing. Wave after wave of pleasure shoots through him from head to toe. He looks at Ray’s face, so content, so flushed, so absolutely goddamn beautiful that it could give Gene a heart attack. He basks in the moment, slowing down, feeling the pressure, as the last drops of pleasure seep from his cock. Oh, fuck. He collapses onto Ray like a ragdoll, not even caring that Ray’s cum is smearing even more all over his stomach.

“My god, Gene…” Ray breathes into Gene’s ear. He loosens his grip, now petting the back of his head gently. “That… that was…”

“Amazing?”

“Yeah. Absolutely amazing.”

Gene smiles and kisses Ray’s collar bone. Needless to say, he’s exhausted after that. It feels so strange, with the stickiness of another man’s cum on his belly—yet it’s a feeling he adores. It’s tangible proof he pleasured Ray.

“Gene… you gonna move?” Ray chuckles.

“I’m winded. This feels nice.” He nuzzles his face on Ray’s shoulder.

“Okay, it does. But I’m a little winded too because you’re nearly crushing me.”

“Oh, whoops,” Gene laughs, pushing himself to sit up, looking down at Ray’s flushed red face, his blond hair spread across the pillow. “You’re gorgeous.”

Ray grins. “So are you.”

Gene eases himself out—slowly, hoping to not make more of a mess than there already is. Grabbing a few tissues from the box on the nightstand, he hands a few to Ray, then uses the rest to wipe himself off. He carelessly throws them on the floor when he’s done—he’ll clean them up later—and lies back down.

Once Ray is done as well, he throws his arm over Gene’s chest, holding him close.

Unlike their last hurried time being sexual together, now, they can simply relax and enjoy the moment. This little vacation is everything Gene needed. It still feels like a dream, because how could something so wonderful be real? His mind twists and turns, worried that this is all temporary, and everything will come crashing down once they go back home.

After all, Ray has his girlfriend waiting for him.

But until then, Ray is all his. They still have one more night here at this motel. He reaches up to pet Ray’s shoulder and gives Ray’s nose a quick kiss.

“It’s rather cold without the blanket,” Ray says. “But you feel warm.”

“I am,” Gene chuckles. “You tired enough to sleep? Because I could pass out. It just feels so nice.”

“I could, yeah. Now I’m glad you got a room with one bed, because I’d wanna cuddle with you anyways.”

Gene’s heart flutters with butterflies. “See? It all worked out.”

“I’m gonna get up for a moment to turn the TV and the lights off.”

Hearing the mumbling of whatever show is on in the background, Gene chuckles. “I completely forgot that was on.”

“I did too, until now.”

And so, Ray gets up and shuts it all off, making the room nearly pitch black. Yet Ray still finds his way back to the bed, pulling the blanket overtop of them both and snuggling right up to Gene’s naked body.

If only every night could be this way. Maybe they’ll be able to take more private vacations like this some other time too, but honestly, Gene has no idea what the future holds. All he knows is what he has here right now: a beautiful connection with his best friend and their strange relationship together. Whatever it is—this thing between them—he’ll keep holding onto it as long as he can. However that may be.

As the morning sun seeps through the curtains, Ray wakes up feeling awfully warm. It doesn’t take him long to realize—he’s naked. And that warmth is because of the press of skin on skin; Gene is nuzzled against his back, his lips touching the nape of Ray’s neck, arms wrapped over Ray’s waist. Somehow they found themselves in this position while sleeping, he supposes. But that’s alright. The feel of Gene cuddling up behind him is one of the best feelings in the world.

While Ray might be awake, it doesn’t seem like Gene is, though. Should I wait for Gene? Ray figures it doesn’t matter, and maybe he can let him sleep while he himself freshens up for the morning. And so, Ray scooches out of Gene’s hold as smoothly as he can, successfully not waking his best friend up.

He looks over at Gene as he sits up. Gene’s shaggy black hair is so messy, tousled and covering parts of his handsome face. He looks so peaceful, and Ray’s heart warms thinking of what they did last night. Part of him wonders if he never woke up at all and this is still just a dream, but he knows what he sees before him is real. And not just because he sees it, Ray feels it too with a tender sensation tingling from behind. It’s too damn perfect—how could he be so blessed to actually experience sex with none other than his best friend, Gene?

But maybe it is too good to be true. This little vacation they’re on is like a bubble—once that bubble pops, it’s back to reality. Sure, it’s nice while it lasts, but when they go back home, Carol will be waiting for him. She’s already upset that he took this vacation in the first place without her, and he made a promise to make it up to her when he gets back. How, exactly? He’s not sure what they’ll do, but he already knows that whatever he does with Carol will not even compare to the sheer joy he’s been experiencing with Gene.

Again, some boyfriend I am.