Homecoming Hearts Series Collection

by HJ Welch

  He wondered, giddily, if it ever really had been.

  As soon as Blake locked them in he launched himself at Elion, grabbing his face and kissing with tongue and teeth and delicious moans. Elion loved that Blake was big enough that he could jump up and wrap his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck.

  “Take me to bed,” he begged.

  Blake was happy to oblige, depositing Elion on top of his mattress then crawling on top of him. “What do you want, baby?” he asked.

  Elion grinned. “I want you to keep calling me baby,” he said. He slipped his hand around the back of Blake’s head, running his fingers through his soft blond hair as he pulled him down to kiss him again.

  Blake nipped his lower lip between his teeth. “Is that so, baby?” he asked. His blue eyes were blown wide with want and it was all for Elion. He couldn’t believe how wretched he’d felt only an hour ago. Now everything was perfect.

  “I want you to fuck me,” he rasped. He ran his hands up Blake’s back, under his damp shirt, and rolled his evident arousal up against Blake’s own erection in his pants. “I want it so badly, please. If – if you don’t feel up to it we can do something else, but-”

  “I want that,” said Blake, his voice low and heavy with need. “I want you. Show me how you like it. I want…” He faltered and swallowed. “I want to be as good as the other guys you’ve been with.”

  Elion stopped rutting against him immediately. He propped himself up on one elbow and cradled his face with the other. “You’re not competing with anyone,” he said earnestly as he looked into his beautiful eyes. “None of those other guys compare to you, alright? You’re the only one I want. The only one I’ve ever loved. Whatever we do will be perfect.”

  Blake regarded him for a moment before nodding. “Okay,” he whispered. He leaned down and kissed Elion, but this time it was slow and gentle. “I’m so happy you came into my life.”

  Elion snorted, somewhat breaking the mood, but he couldn’t help it. “I wish I could tell eighteen-year-old me I’d have you as my boyfriend one day,” he said. His hands were roaming as the heat turned up again. “He’d never believe it.”

  Blake laughed. “Holy shit, did you have a crush on me?”

  Elion rolled his eyes. “Of course I did you moron, I had eyes.”

  Blake tickled his sides, making him jerk, and used the momentum to roll them onto their sides. “Well, you can tell eighteen-year-old you we got there in the end.”

  “It was worth the wait,” Elion whispered.

  After that, clothes became entirely optional and the two of them hustled out of them in no time at all. Elion’s face hurt he was grinning so much, but he wasn’t about to stop.

  “What do you want me to do?” Blake asked as they wrapped themselves around each other like octopi. It was so tempting to just frot like that and come in a few minutes, but Elion had been craving Blake’s lovely, thick cock inside him for weeks and he could be moderately patient in order to get that.

  “You’ve got condoms, right?” he checked before they went any further. “And lube?”

  Blake nodded, bashfully. “I looked up the best ones online.”

  “Did you now?” Elion teased, feeling like he’d died and gone to heaven. “You’ve been thinking about fucking me a lot then.”

  Blake bit his lower lip, his gaze through his eyelashes positively simmering. “I’ve been thinking about making love to you,” he said. “Slowly, until you’re a trembling, gibbering wreck of a man begging to come.”

  Elion just stared at him for a full ten seconds. “That,” he eventually managed to utter. “That, let’s do that. Please. Now.”

  Blake laughed.

  Elion watched as he reached over to his bedside drawer and removed a small grocery carrier bag. Inside was a fresh packet of condoms and a pump action tube of lubricant, still with the seal intact.

  Elion leaned up and took that from Blake, and they each dispensed of the cellophane wrappers. “This first,” Elion said, wiggling the lube.

  Blake swallowed visibly and left the condoms on the side. Elion laid back on his pillows as Blake took the tube back and straddled him again. “So, I, um…”

  Elion took his hand and kissed his palm. “You won’t break me, it’s not my first rodeo,” he added with a grin. “You just need to stretch me a bit. You’ve got quite a package there.”

  They both looked down at their somewhat softened erections. Blake snorted. “It’s pretty big, I guess?”

  “Don’t act all coy, it’s gorgeous.” Elion peppered several kissed up his chest and nipped at his clavicle. “But it does mean I need a little help, then you can come right on in.”

  “Okay.”

  He sounded like he was doing his best to relax. Elion had all day though. He was so happy, he could burst. Coaxing his boyfriend through their first time doing anal would be an absolute pleasure.

  “I can do it myself,” he said, pointing at the lube. “But that’s a bit boring for you. Just give it a go. Two fingers. Have you ever done it to yourself?”

  Blake bit his lip and nodded. “I like it.”

  Elion stored that lovely little nugget of information away from later. “It’s better if someone else does it though.”

  He laid back, pulling Blake almost into his arms so they could half cuddle while he prepped him. He moaned as he pushed his fingers inside, allowing himself to stretch out.

  “Like that?”

  Elion wriggled and panted. “Exactly like that.”

  “Fuck, you look hot.” Blake captured his lips in a kiss, pulling his hand back and forth, adding a third finger without even needing to be told.

  “Oh, no, like that,” Elion groaned.

  He reached down and started stroking Blake’s cock, bringing it back to life. He loved the needy little noises Blake made as he touched him, feeling his hot length thickening and beginning to weep.

  “Suit up,” Elion gasped. “I hope you bought extra-large.”

  Blake was too far gone to respond. He just pulled his fingers free, leaving Elion feeling devoid. But not for long. Blake wiped his hand dry on the bedspread and tore open one of the foil packets. Elion made a keening noise as he watched Blake roll it down his big, hard cock.

  If this was going to be a thing, a real thing, Elion was marching them down to a clinic as soon as humanly possible. He’d never been with anyone long enough to fuck without protection, but he wanted that with Blake. He wanted everything.

  He grabbed one of the spare pillows and shoved it under his hips for a better position. Blake angled himself, lining up the head of his prick to Elion’s throbbing hole. Elion surprised him by pulling his knees up to his chest and slipping his heels over Blake’s shoulders.

  “Flexible,” he marveled.

  “Oh, baby,” Elion purred. “You have no idea.”

  He pushed his hole against Blake’s cock, impaling himself and relishing the burn. Blake took the hint and began to ease himself inside. It was a tight fit, but it felt incredible.

  “Holy shit,” Blake whimpered. “Are you alright? Oh my God, you feel amazing.”

  “Don’t stop,” Elion begged. “Give me more.”

  With one firm thrust, Blake bottomed out. Elion couldn’t deny it hurt, but he knew that would pass. He gripped onto Blake’s large arms, feeling the firm muscles underneath. He took in several deep breaths, slowly getting used to the intrusion into his body.

  “Please,” he rasped once he was comfortable enough. He rolled his hips, and the tip of Blake’s cock rubbed against his prostate, setting off sparklers in front of his eyes. “Oh fuck, give it to me, baby, make me come.”

  Blake began to move his god-like body, undulating over Elion. He grabbed Elion’s hip with one hand and his hair with the other. Elion couldn’t tear his eyes away from his face as he fucked him deep and hard. He reached down and began to jerk himself off, feeling entirely wonton.

  “Not gonna take long,” he gasped.

  Blake sho
ok his head. “Me either. Go for it. Wanna see you come.”

  Elion arched his back and put on his best show, moaning and writhing and generally having the time of his life. Blake pound into him. All he could hear was their desperate pants and the slapping of skin. All he could smell was Blake’s musk. His sweat dripped down onto Elion’s chest.

  “Come for me, Elion,” he begged.

  The sound of his name on those perfect lips launched him over the edge. He gave his cock one last tug before he felt like his body shattered and hot cum shot all over his belly. Blake grunted, slamming into him a few more times before he went rigid, filling the condom deep inside Elion.

  Slowly, Elion’s senses came back to him. He dropped his heels and Blake edged out of him, carefully pulling the condom off his softening dick. Elion looked around for something to clean up with and was amused to see that there was a box of tissues in the pharmacy bag too. He’d learned from L.A.

  Despite his fatigue, Elion ripped the pack open and fished several sheets out. He took the used condom from Blake and wrapped it up while he flopped down next to him. Then he set about mopping them both up.

  “You’re so caring,” Blake said sleepily. “And totally not inhibited,” he added with a laugh.

  Elion smiled and shrugged. “It’s just bodies, everyone has them. Besides, sex is amazing and all, but I prefer non-sticky cuddles afterwards.”

  Blake growled. “Hmm, come here you.” He pulled Elion so he was snuggled against his chest. He carded his fingers through Elion’s hair. “I didn’t really believe sex was amazing anymore,” he said. “I was starting to think I’d imagined it with Lola.”

  Elion looked up at him. “Did Joey ever tell you he thinks you’re demi?”

  Blake blinked at the apparent non sequitur. “Um, no. What’s that, and when did he tell you that?”

  Elion grinned and ran his fingers lightly up and down Blake’s sternum. “In L.A., at the cocktail reception. Around the time he tried to convince me you were already totally in love with me.”

  Blake groaned and covered his eyes with the hand that wasn’t resting on Elion’s hip. “We were such idiots.”

  Elion pulled his hand down and kissed his knuckles. “We were,” he agreed. “But he said you’re demi, and I think he might be right. It means you’re not physically attracted to people unless you’re emotionally invested in them first.”

  Blake tilted his head to gaze down it him. He slipped his hand away from Elion’s and gently caressed his face. “Unless I love them.”

  Elion’s heart sang. He nodded. “Unless you love them.”

  They cuddled closer together, wrapped in each other’s arms. Elion listened to Blake’s heart beating in his chest, allowing it to lull him to sleep in perfect contentment.

  26

  Blake

  Blake couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed and at ease. He and Elion dozed for some time on his bed, comfortable in each other’s arms after their passionate tryst. When Blake wasn’t sleeping, he lightly ran his fingers through Elion’s gorgeous black and pink hair, appreciating how beautiful he looked sated and sleepy.

  “Stop staring at me, you pervert,” he mumbled with his eyes closed. Blake barked out a laugh.

  “I can’t help it,” he retorted. He nuzzled his nose into the hair he’d been admiring. Elion smelled of sex and it was almost enough to get him horny again. “You’re so pretty.”

  “I’d argue I’m something far more manly,” Elion said as he turned in Blake’s arms to face him. “But we both know I’m hella pretty.” He batted his long eyelashes and Blake leaned in to kiss him.

  He loved how natural it felt to just lie there naked together. There wasn’t any pressure to have sex, or cover up to remove temptation. It was just easy and sweet. He traced his fingertips along Elion’s side, making him shudder. “I love your body,” he said.

  Elion cupped his jaw and looked into his eyes. “I love you,” he said. He placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Your body’s alright,” he added, rolling his eyes.

  Blake tickled him as penance, but after a minute’s wriggling and shrieking they settled into trading lazy kisses.

  “I’m sorry I lost my cool over nothing,” Elion said. He focused on his finger tracing patterns on Blake’s chest rather than look at him. “It was stupid and insecure. I don’t want you thinking that’s what I’m about.”

  Blake captured the wandering hand and kissed a couple of fingertips. “It’s fine. Let’s just talk to each other now when we’re upset, alright?” Elion looked at him and nodded.

  “Promise.”

  Blake got to kiss and cuddle for a little while longer, but all too soon Elion checked the time on his phone and groaned. “I have to go,” he said. He shook his head when Blake protested. “I want to be home when my mom gets there. I think she’s still a bit fragile after last night.”

  Blake felt a surge of guilt. “That was awful, I’m so sorry.”

  Elion kissed him and shook his head. “We know the show likes to play with us. No harm done, not really. Unless,” he bit his lip and sighed. “I don’t know, I guess you know why I didn’t go to college now.”

  “Neither did I,” said Blake quickly. “I don’t care about any of that stuff. I do think it’s incredible that you took care of your mom like that. But, now? I just want you to be happy.” He caressed Elion’s cheek then the back of his neck. “If that’s at the coffee shop, amazing. If there’s something else you’d maybe like to think about, we could talk it through?”

  Elion’s eyes flicked back and forth, searching Blake’s face. “Alright,” he said with a shrug. It wasn’t like him to be coy or reserved. But Blake hoped that meant he’d heard what he’d said and would consider it.

  Blake thought he might want to do more than just serve coffees. Even if that was simply moving into management, he would support him. As long as he was happy, then Blake would be too.

  Unfortunately, Elion really did have to go. They had a quick rinse off in Blake’s en suite and found their clothes again. Blake almost caught himself getting melancholy, which was ridiculous. Elion was his boyfriend now, they could see each other whenever they liked.

  “Call me later, okay?”

  “Promise,” said Elion with a wink and slipped out the door. Blake wanted to walk him out, but Elion insisted they’d just end up saying goodbye seven times over and make him late. So he gave him a filthy kiss in his bedroom then told him to stay, like a puppy.

  Blake grinned to himself then turned to the window to watch for him to get into his car and leave. He was totally smitten and he didn’t care. Which was a good thing. Because no sooner had he looked out into the front yard, a sudden noise behind him made him realize he was no longer alone.

  He spun around to see his dad standing inside his room by the door, folding his arms. The noise he’d heard was him slapping a pile of mail onto the obviously disturbed bed. That, along with the wads of tissue on the floor, and lube and condoms on the bedside table, painted a pretty clear image of what had been going on the past couple of hours.

  His dad’s jaw was clenched and he shook his head. “This is your idea of a pretend relationship?” he all but sneered.

  But something miraculous happened. Blake didn’t feel guilty, or cowed. He just felt irritated.

  “Nope,” he said cheerfully. “This is my idea of a very real relationship, where very real sex just happened. It was great,” he added in a mad fit of daring as his dad threw up his hands up in disgust.

  “God damn it, Blake,” he snarled. “Why are you doing this to us?”

  “Doing-?” said Blake faintly. “This may come as a shock to you,” he said, slipping his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. “But this isn’t really anything to do with you.”

  “The hell it isn’t,” his dad fumed.

  Blake shook his head. “You’re pathetic. Were you literally lurking outside, waiting for Elion to leave? You have issues.”

  “We’ve dis
cussed this,” his dad said, jabbing a finger at him. “If you decide you want to be bisexual-”

  “I didn’t decide anything,” Blake said loudly, but his dad just carried right on yelling.

  “-then you can date someone respectable. Not some Mexican coffee barista!”

  “Oh, fuck you,” said Blake. He didn’t even feel angry. He just felt tired. “He’s a great guy. He’s kind. There’s something you wouldn’t know much about.”

  “You ungrateful, disrespectful,” his dad fumed, curling his fists. “How dare you talk to me like that in my house. You would be nothing without us, nothing!”

  Blake felt like he was seeing his dad – both his parents, but his dad in particular – clearly for the first time. “Actually,” he said calmly. “I’m exceptionally good at what I do. And you know I’m thankful for the opportunities you’ve provided me. But that doesn’t mean you get to hold me hostage to your whim for the rest of my life.”

  “While you’re under this roof, you’ll do as you’re damn well told,” his dad said. He was pale and shaking.

  Blake felt just the smallest bit sorry for him. “I know you’ve tried to make the best of a bad situation, Dad,” he said with no small amount of disdain. “You wanted a football player and got a little faggot dancer. But it was okay, so long as I wasn’t actually queer. Well tough luck. Play your sports fantasies out with Jodi, if she’ll let you. I’m done with this crap.”

  “We’ll see about that,” his dad retorted, not denying the accusations. He gave him a twisted caricature of a smile. “That boy’s mother came into this country illegally as a child. Did you know that? I’m sure her health insurance company would love to hear all about it.”

  Blake’s blood boiled, but he gritted his teeth and kept a lid on his temper. For now. “Did you just threaten a woman who’s survived breast cancer?” He gave him a slow clap. “What a man. If you or your firm’s private investigator – I assume that’s who dug up the dirt? If you come near Elion or his mom again, I will rip you to shreds.” He glowered with all the force he had. “I’m not fucking around.”