A Micah and Ryan Outtake
Micah collapsed against Ryan’s sweaty chest with a groan. He buried his face in Ryan’s throat, still twitching from the force of his orgasm. “Oh my god,” he groaned. “You killed me. I’m dead.” He grinned tiredly at the rumble of Ryan’s laughter.
“So does that mean edging is the ‘yes’ list, or the ‘never again’ list?” Ryan asked as he wrapped his arms around Micah and squeezed.
Micah blamed his answer on the tingles still running up and down his limbs. “It’s on the ‘hell yes, but I’m gonna need a week to recover after’ list. You’re evil.”
Ryan’s hand skimmed down his back and dipped between his cheeks to feel where he was still buried in Micah’s hole. He hummed, obviously not believing Micah’s complaint. “So you said. Several times. I believe you also called me an asshole, and a sadist.”
Micah hmphed. That was possibly true. This had gotten a little fuzzy after a while and he was pretty sure he’d both said and promised a lot of things if only Ryan would let him come. “I stand by my statements,” he complained teasingly.
Ryan gave his ass a light smack, then gripped Micah’s hips and rolled him onto the mattress, cock sliding free at the same time. Micah groaned in protest. He really was sore. It was definitely going to be hand jobs and blowjobs only for a few days. Ryan dropped a kiss on his forehead, then slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom.
Micah starfished across the mattress, smiling dopily at the ceiling. Despite his soreness and complaining, he felt amazing. Loose-limbed and buzzing with pleasure. Edging was absolutely staying on the list.
A minute later Ryan returned with a warm washcloth and made quick work of cleaning him up. Then Micah reached out and tugged him down into a lingering kiss that turned into a second, then a third. Micah couldn’t get enough. He didn’t think he ever would.
They’d officially been dating for three months, but it was so comfortable, so easy. It was like the new parts of their relationship had always been there waiting for them, they just needed to be in the right place at the right time. Micah had been a little worried that people in town would be weird about it, but so far, despite their age difference, everyone had taken it in stride. Micah wondered if it had something to do with how easily his dad, who had a lot of sway, had accepted Ryan. The first time they’d all had dinner together, his dad had pulled Ryan aside to talk. Micah still didn’t know what they said, but they’d ended the conversation with a handshake and Micah’s dad had started calling Ryan “son.” Something that made Micah grin helplessly and Ryan look pleased but a little startled.
Micah broke their kiss. “Do you want to go to my dad’s for Thanksgiving, or should we invite him here?”
Ryan nearly choked on a laugh. “That’s a little out of left field, baby,” he said, bemused. “I don’t know how I feel about you thinking about your dad while I’m wiping cum off your skin.”
Micah groaned and shoved at Ryan until he flopped down next to him. Then he rolled and curled up against Ryan’s side, head pillowed on his shoulder. “I hate you.” He squirmed until they were thoroughly tangled.
“I can tell,” Ryan said, amusement coloring his words. He reached up and started running his fingers through Micah’s hair, making him melt further. “Maggie mentioned having everyone at the house this year. We can do that, or we can do something quiet with just your dad. It’s up to you.”
Micah chewed at his lower lip thoughtfully. He loved his found family, and loved the idea of everyone together, but there was something about his first holiday as a couple with Ryan. “Could we do both?” he wondered. “Lunch with my dad, and then dinner here with everyone?”
Ryan dropped a kiss on his temple. “That sounds perfect, baby.”
