Cory bit his lip, and another small noise sounded in the back of his throat as his eyes bored into Josh’s. Josh found that move to be highly erotic, but he didn’t want to spend all his time in one place.
He moved back to Cory’s chest, trailing his tongue down the valley between Cory’s pecs, pressing open-mouthed kisses all along Cory’s stomach. He dipped his tongue into Cory’s belly button which earned a squirm and small laugh. Josh smiled to himself loving all these little things he was discovering about his Complement and how he liked to be touched.
Moving farther still, he finally kneeled in front of his guy, venturing to Cory’s gorgeous hip bones. He moved between them giving each one the kisses and licks they deserved, ending with a little nibble that made Cory flinch back slightly in surprise. Josh smiled up at him and moved his hand to rest on the button of Cory’s jeans.
Shuddering slightly and moving his hands to stroke Josh’s face and hair, Cory gave a small nod, and Josh popped the button then drew down the zipper. He didn’t rush, but spread the placket open and just looked at the sensual sight of his boyfriend standing before him, a pink hue coloring his chest and neck from all the attention Josh had lavished on it, with his hair wild and eyes glowing, even in the darkened room. Josh had never seen or done anything so erotic in his life, and he needed a moment to breathe and gather himself.
He could see the tent and small wet spot on Cory’s underwear, and he had to reach down to adjust himself since his position was pinching his own length.
Instead of going right for the goods, Josh moved his hands around to Cory’s butt and slowly pulled his boyfriend into him. The fabric of Cory’s briefs smelled of laundry detergent and the musk of a guy who’d worked hard during the day. Josh pressed his face against the soft material, noticing the scratch of the denim along his cheeks, as he touched Cory this way for the first time. Even with the barrier between them, Josh could feel how hard Cory was and that gave him the mental fist bump he needed to move his hands inside the back of Cory’s jeans and slide them slowly down his legs.
He untied Cory’s right shoe and pulled it off, then moved to his left, and when both shoes were removed, he helped Cory out of his jeans and socks, dropping them on the floor behind him.
Cory stood before him in nothing but his blue briefs, looking a little nervous and exposed. The gorgeous shape of Cory’s length, pressed tightly against the material of his underwear, had Josh staring in awe as he watched it jump in its confines.
Gently placing his hands on Cory’s calves he slowly caressed Cory’s skin as he moved his hands up, touching behind his knees, the backs of his thighs and then around the front to run over his quads, and up to his hips. Cory closed his eyes again, and Josh let his hands wander for a moment, retracing up Cory’s stomach to his chest and over his nipples, then down his sides and ended up gripping onto Cory’s butt, bringing his guy closer again. Josh kneaded the mounds of flesh in his hands and mouthed at the hard length of Cory’s erection. Cory moaned aloud, and Josh could taste the smallest hint of his Complement’s flavor through the wetness of his briefs.
He moved his hands around and gripped Cory through his underwear, massaging gently and squeezing in exploration. Cory was looking down at him through hooded eyes and Josh croaked out, “Lube?”
Cory nodded his head and disentangled himself from Josh. Moving stiffly over to his desk, he opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a bottle of something. Josh watched him then stood and removed his own shoes and jeans. When Cory returned to him he handed Josh the bottle, took a deep breath, and pulled down his briefs.
“Holy hell you’re gorgeous, Cory,” Josh breathed reverently, just a whisper, looking at his amazing Complement.
Cory reached for Josh then and brought their mouths together in a sensuous, passionate kiss, gripping Josh tightly and letting his hands roam for a minute, their bodies lining up perfectly.
“Touch me, Josh. You got me so worked up, I need it,” Cory groaned into Josh’s mouth.
Josh pulled back and looked into Cory’s eyes, seeing the trust there and nodded. He popped the cap on the bottle and the clean light scent of almonds filled the air. Josh poured some oil into his hand and set the bottle on Cory’s dresser. Closing his fist, he worked the oil around his own hand, warming it before he reached for Cory.
They both moaned as Josh wrapped his hand around Cory’s warm length, and Cory dropped his head down onto Josh’s shoulder placing his hands on Josh’s hips. Josh squeezed lightly and moved his grip up and down slowly covering Cory with oil.
“God that feels amazing,” Cory groaned and Josh wrapped his free arm around Cory’s shoulders as much to steady himself as for Cory. He pumped his fist up and down over Cory’s length, gradually increasing speed and pressure, and changing his grip every now and then.
Cory was panting heavily and making broken moaning sounds against Josh’s skin, and when Josh twisted his hand on the next upstroke, Cory shuddered and crashed his mouth into Josh’s. Their kiss was fierce as Cory climbed higher and neared the edge of oblivion, pumping his hips into Josh’s fist. Josh increased his tempo, including the twist, and with a few more strokes Cory stilled, a guttural groan escaping him, and Josh felt the warmth of Cory’s release coat his abdomen as he worked his boyfriend through his high.
When Cory sagged against him, clutching his shoulders, Josh did something he never would have thought would be sexy, but he was learning things about himself he’d never known before. He swiped up Cory’s release from his abs and shoved his hand into his own shorts. Using Cory’s essence and the remaining almond oil, he wrapped his fist around his own length and stroked.
“Holy fuck,” Cory breathed.
Knowing it wouldn’t take long, Josh used his free hand to lower his boxer briefs and grabbed Cory’s hand, placing it over his own. Together they worked Josh for a few strokes and he was done, exploding his release all over their fists and his stomach, as he groaned out a garbled version of Cory’s name.
They held each other up for a minute, neither of them in a hurry to move until Josh felt something drip down his leg. He pulled back and kissed Cory once more.
“Tissues?”
Cory chuckled and clumsily walked over to the desk, grabbing the small box and offering some to Josh. They did their best in the bedroom then each took a quick shower to rinse off and change. When they finally hit the sheets they both groaned at being horizontal, and snuggling together in the quiet of the darkened room, quickly drifted off to sleep.
-XV-
Sunday passed with Josh and Cory actually having a Netflix-and-chill day. They did almost nothing; only watched movies and binged on junk food they’d picked up from the gas station.
In the afternoon, they tested the paint on the dresser to see if it was dry and then applied their first coat of a sealant Jim dug out for them. By evening they were shooting aliens on Halo and Josh had whooped Cory at Madden Sixteen.
Josh and Cory offered to man the barbecue for dinner while Diane made baked beans, potato salad, and corn on the cob. Since it was the last nice day in the forecast for the week, they decided to eat dinner on the patio.
Conversation began with a reminder that Cory needed to get his sutures removed the next day and gradually shifted to school and schoolwork, then prom.
“Oh my God! Prom! It’s this weekend,” Cory screeched, looking frantically at Josh. “We haven’t planned anything. I can’t believe I forgot,” he said, planting his palm against his forehead. Josh paused for a moment not sure what to offer Cory.
“We’ll go first thing in the morning, Cory. I’m sure you guys can get your tickets still and we’ll try the rental place to see what suits they have left,” Jim reassured before Cory could freak out any further.
Cory groaned. “Ugh. Why didn’t we realize it sooner? The only suits or tuxes left are going to be baby blue. Normally I could totally rock baby blue, but I want this to be special. Josh deserves better than his date wearing a baby blue suit.”
/> Everyone chuckled at Cory’s displeasure and frustration.
“We’ll see what they have, Cory. It may not be that bad. Maybe they’ll have something in purple,” Diane encouraged.
Cory seemed to consider that, and Josh took his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.
“Don’t worry about it, babe. Whatever they have, we’ll rock. I’m sure you’ll look good in any color, and I’ll try my best not to look too horrible next to you, okay?” Josh said.
“You will not look horrible, Josh. You’re already more handsome than I am and that’s saying something,” Cory sniffed. “Besides, I would never let you go to the dance looking less than amazing.”
Chuckling, Josh kissed Cory’s hand. “Thanks, love. I appreciate you looking out for me.”
Giving him a sunny smile, Cory kissed him lightly on the cheek before he stood up to help clear away the dinner dishes.
Once the dishwasher was loaded, Cory shouted out to his parents they were going to walk Jenny, and they planned to head over to Sweet Dreams for a quick treat. They headed down Cory’s street, walking hand in hand with the lingering smell of barbecues and fresh cut grass in the air.
Cory mentioned some of the guys from the team had texted him last week asking if they were going to the dance, but he’d forgotten all about it with everything else going on. He listed off the names of the girls each of the guys were going with, but didn’t expect Josh to remember since he’d never met them before.
“Did you want to do flowers, like the ones you put in your jacket lapel?” Josh asked, continuing the prom talk.
Cory clapped his hands and actually jumped up and down for a minute. Jenny barked and Josh couldn’t help but laugh at his Complement’s enthusiasm. “Oh my God, Josh. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Of course we have to do flowers. We could do matching flowers, or would you prefer coordinating colors with different styles? I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see what they have for suits so we can plan the flowers around those colors. What do you think? If we can get classic black suits, I guess we can choose whatever colors we want. You might look best in earth tones, maybe a dark orange, or a burgundy. I could totally rock burgundy. We’d look amazing together in classic black suits with burgundy flowers. Oh my God, it will be like a wedding. Can’t you just picture us both in classic tuxedos with matching red roses as I walk down the aisle to you—”
Josh grasped Cory by the shoulders and pressed a firm kiss to his still rambling lips, holding him there until he quieted. When he finally stopped mumbling, Josh pulled back.
“But, Josh—”
Another kiss.
“Fine. What?” Cory demanded, placing his hands on his hips. “Not that I object to you kissing me, but it seems you’re trying to keep me quiet for some unknown reason.”
Josh chuckled at his boyfriends flair for dramatics, but didn’t say anything as he wrapped his arms around Cory and hugged him tightly. Cory returned the hug and when they pulled apart Josh kissed him on the cheek. “Love you.”
Cory harrumphed, but the corner of his lips twitched and finally, he full out laughed. “Josh,” he said, drawing out the word into a sexy little pout.
Throwing his arm around Cory’s waist, Josh steered him back onto the sidewalk as they resumed walking. “I think you could totally rock a burgundy flower, Cory, and, we would look amazing in classic black tuxes with you walking down the aisle toward me.”
Cory stilled, causing both Josh and Jenny to be caught off guard. “You do?” he whispered with his eyebrows raised up to his hairline.
Josh nodded, looking Cory in the eye.
“Really?” Cory asked in a small, hopeful voice.
“Really,” Josh confirmed.
Cory squealed and jumped up into Josh’s arms, accidentally dropping the leash. He peppered Josh’s face with kisses as they both laughed, and Josh spun him around in a circle just because he loved seeing Cory so happy.
Josh lowered Cory back down, and he looked like he had stars in his eyes. “You could see us getting married?” Cory questioned with a gorgeous smile on his face.
“I’ve already thought about it lots of times, Cory. Now I just need to imagine it with black tuxes and red roses,” Josh said softly.
Cory gave him the slowest, sweetest kiss he’d ever had, and from the reaction he got from his Complement, one might think they’d just gotten engaged.
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The next morning after showers and scrambled eggs, they headed out to the department store. It was decided to just skip the rental and to go ahead and buy suits instead, figuring they would get use of them for meetings or special occasions in the future. Cory had a moment of inspiration before they left where he was sure they needed to get suits with crazy prints on them. He had pulled up the Opposuits website and even picked the one he wanted, red with white hearts, and was trying to argue in favor of not looking like everyone else.
They had all listened to him with patient smiles, but when it was pointed out that the models wearing the suits were six feet two inches tall and anything Cory purchased would need time to ship and be altered, he begrudgingly agreed they should buy something made-to-measure.
Jim and Diane volunteered to drive them in Jim’s truck since they would be hitting up the doctor’s as well, so Josh sat in the back seat holding Cory’s hand. They made a quick stop at the high school to get their tickets where Cory was the star of the show. He introduced Josh around, and there was no doubt in Josh’s mind that by the end of the day everyone at school would know that they had purchased their tickets to prom.
When they finally made it to the department store, it wasn’t yet busy since the morning crowds hadn’t converged. They had a nice older gentleman, named Carlos, helping them, who took down all their measurements and produced several suits of varying styles for them to try on; none of which were baby blue.
After about an hour of discussing, hemming and hawing, and a general case of indecision, Cory and Josh ended up with almost identical suits in black. Cory wanted a touch of something extra and got satin lapels while Josh opted for traditional. In lieu of extra costs, they opted out of vests and just went with black bow ties. Carlos guaranteed their alterations would be ready by Thursday afternoon and since they both had a white dress shirt they could use, along with shoes, they piled back into the car and swung over to Cory’s doctor.
He didn’t have an appointment since any of the nursing staff could remove the sutures, and after a twenty-minute wait, they were shown into a room. The nurse was a man named Gabriel, probably in his forties, with a large, no-nonsense appearance, but a jovial disposition. After the preliminary evaluation, he had Cory remove his shirt and examined the suture site, commenting that it looked to be healing well and he’d get the sutures removed right away. With little fanfare and a wave goodbye, they were all back home by lunchtime.
The rest of the day, as well as Tuesday and Wednesday, were spent studying and doing homework. Josh had received the news that his appeal to finish his last few weeks of school from home had been granted, so he’d been hard at work on new assignments.
Diane begged Cory to let her take care of their boutonnieres for them, as a celebratory gesture for the occasion, since she had some pull in the flower market. With strict instructions and parameters for what was acceptable, Cory conceded that task to his mother.
They were able to move Josh’s dresser in Tuesday night after they’d given it one final coat of sealant Monday afternoon. The rainy days were making dry times long just like Diane thought they might, but after a run to the hardware store for some drawer pulls, Josh found himself officially moved in. It wasn’t as weird as he thought it would be to leave home. He hardly even thought of it that way. If he were being honest, he hadn’t really thought about it at all. It was just the natural order of things. Being with Cory had become his home, so where they slept didn’t matter, just that they were together.
When Thursday afternoon rolled around, they found themse
lves driving to the department store for the fitting and pickup of their suits. Josh had been texting a bit with his dad to arrange payments and they transferred money around using the Cash app. Brian wanted to be part of Josh’s prom experience and was going to meet them there to see the suits and make sure all was fitted well and ready to go.
Carlos was the sales associate on the floor again, and he brightened upon seeing them walk up. “Ah, boys. You ready to try these babies on? They look fab.”
Brian extended his hand and introduced himself, then Carlos was off to the back gathering their suits. They had agreed beforehand that they wouldn’t see each other's final fitting because they wanted it to be a surprise, or what felt like a surprise, so they went into separate fitting rooms and Carlos worked with each of them alone.
Josh’s suit was near perfect, and between his dad and Carlos, they agreed it was the best they were going to get with the time they had.
Cory’s suit apparently needed some minor adjustment to the length of the pants, and Carlos said he’d have them fixed up in thirty minutes.
They all walked together down to the food court, and Brian bought them each a drink and breadsticks from one of the pizza places.
“So you guys don’t know what Diane chose for your flowers?” Brian asked as they walked back to get their suits.
“Nope,” Cory replied. “She knows just about everyone in and around the plant, or flower world locally, so that was one of the reasons I was fine with her doing it.” Josh coughed and choked back a laugh. Cory elbowed him in the ribs with a glare, but continued on as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Not only does she have great taste and style but everyone will be thrilled to go the extra mile for Diane and her poor gay son who finally has a date to prom.” Cory feigned withering posture, placing his hand over his heart.
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