Page 107 of Big Britches

“Yeah. Just coming again, thinking about what I’m gonna do.”

It was true. Pedro felt Titus throbbing inside him. The switch had flipped once more, and now the current was flowing in steady pulses, almost tranquil. But just as Pedro recognized it, he felt the delicious, hiccupping heat slipping from him.

“Wait, you can’t.”

“You know better.” Titus was lifting Pedro higher, sliding him up the wall, aided by the lubricant on his back. “Besides, you want to come, don’t you?”

Pedro dropped the lube bottle, hollow plastic clunking below. He felt Titus’s cock slip from inside him. Up, up he went, gliding along the tile, being raised as if Titus were superhuman.

He is, Pedro thought. He’s a superhero. My superhero.

His worries had evaporated over the past eight months, but spontaneous acts of strength cemented the security Pedro sometimes still craved. Titus knew this, of course, and enjoyed thrilling him with occasional physical feats. The man would move mountains to prove his love, and Pedro had ultimately succumbed to the comfort of coupledom. Whatever adversity came, they would overcome because Titus was a champion, not only in the bedroom or the football field, but in life.

We’ll take on the world if we have to. And we’ll win.

Pedro was high now, mentally from endorphins, but also physically, as his arms were now resting on the small lip where the tile ended and met the upper wall. Titus looked up at him, grinning.

“You can come now, baby.” Titus opened wide and took Pedro’s cock in his mouth.

Pedro felt wet, encompassing heat at his juncture. But before embracing ecstasy, he recalled the first night with Titus at the pool when he had been devoured similarly. He’d called Titus an animal, and Titus had applied the term to all of humanity–a simple claim, yet profound.

Humans were are animals, seeking the fundamentals–food, shelter, love, sex, companionship. That was the gist of it all. Sure, we encounter hurdles along the way, but we overcome them by trusting the right people–loving the right person.

Titus is my person. He may have accepted fate sooner, but I wasn’t too far behind.

In that blissful moment, as rapturous euphoria found him high against the shower walls, Pedro slackened–not yet with climax, but with his grip. The tiny, tiptop shelf of tile was by no means much support, but he’d been clinging to it with his fingers and forearms, attempting to ease Titus’s burden. Pedro let go, bringing his hands down to his lover’s shoulders, and allowing Titus to bear his full weight.

Titus, focused on the task at hand, didn’t even notice. He burrowed deeper, determined, again gorging like an animal. Pedro felt the waves of orgasm return, accompanied by the thrill of his weightlessness. He trusted Titus had it all under control, that the easiest thing for him to do now was to give in completely.

So he did.

Later, in bed, they spooned. Titus was on the outside, cocooning Pedro in his arms and legs. It was a position that Pedro would never grow tired of, and one they made love in often because it not only felt comforting and protective to Pedro, but also like Titus possessed him. They had experimented with switching roles a few times over the past year, but this dynamic was a constant. Titus was a natural top, and Pedro preferred it that way. Beauty loved pleasing his beast.

The radio was on, its volume low. Elton John.

“That was fun,” Titus said. “Not the pool, but still fun.”

“Yes, it was.”

“I’m looking forward to hot weather though, when you come home all sweaty and—” He stopped mid-thought. “Hey! What if we get your mother a small space on the square? She could open up a sewing shop, you know? Tailoring, alterations. She could have her own business.”

Pedro shook his head, smiling. “You’re always two steps ahead, solving problems.”

“Why not? It’ll give us the pool sometimes. Tucker starts kindergarten in August. And he’s all hyped up about Vacation Bible School with Shelly. That’s in June.”

“What about TSA?”

“You’re the boss. Carlos can handle the larger properties. And you have Emilio, Hector, and Miguel. You should probably take some more time off, anyway.”

“Says the man who loves taking time off.”

“You deserve it.”

“Sometimes I wonder if I deserve you.”

“Well, don’t. Because you do. Everyone deserves happiness, P. Life’s short. So what if I want to make love with you often and everywhere?”

“You’re just a big horn dog.”