Level Up – Franklin U 2 Read Online Max Walker

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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“I’m about to blow, Jay.”

“Do it, Daddy. Fill me up. Give it to me.”

“You want it, huh? Want my cum?”

“So bad. Please.”

“Oh, Jay, oh shi—” His eyes slammed shut, and his body tensed, and my balls emptied inside me. It was all I needed to tip over the edge. My toes curled, and my hands grabbed onto the sheets, and my legs stretched as I shot rope after rope of cum onto Ryan’s chest and belly, coming completely hands-free and soaking him in it.

The room swirled, the earth cracked, the heavens opened.

Okay, fine, maybe that was a little too dramatic, but it really did feel like all of that happened and more. Judging by Ryan’s glazed look, he felt the same.

As the tidal waves of pleasure receded and we were both catching our breaths, I realized that… shit. I may have been stuck.

“Okay,” I said, still breathless and a little giggly. “You’re gonna have to help me here.”

“Uh-oh. Looks like we gotta call the Discovery Channel. Think they’ll want actual footage, or would they do reenactments?”

“Shut the fuck up and give me your hands,” I said, the both of us laughing. I grabbed his hands and used them as leverage to lift up off Ryan’s still-swollen dick. Cum leaked out of me, slipping down my thigh.

Fuuuck, that was hot.

With some more laughter, we chased each other to the bathroom. There was a massive and modern walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead that provided the perfect way to clean up our mess. We continued to kiss and tease and joke as the warm water cascaded over us. Gentle touches and fluttering kisses made me feel more and more like I couldn’t be in any better of a place, with any better of a person.

It was once we were back in bed, cuddling naked, that our hearts truly unfurled.

Ryan spoke softly. “You’re really special, Jay. I feel like I won the lotto whenever you’re in my arms.”

“Was it like one of those scratch offs or was it the big one?”

He chuckled, his body firm and warm. “See. You’re so funny, and so kind-hearted, and so driven to make changes in this fucked-up world. You’re my hero, baby. My hero, my lover, my boyfriend. My everything.”

“It’s a good thing you’re holding me because I could seriously float away right now. That’s how you make me feel. The lightest I’ve ever been.”

“I love that… I love you,” he said.

The words settled over me like petals from a velvety red rose. The words bubbled up to my lips without any second thoughts. “And I love you. Like, a lot.”

“A lot, a lot?”

“Like ‘risking getting stuck in a split on your dick’ a lot.” More laughter. More easy feelings and warm comforts. I’d go wherever Ryan took me, no matter how crazy it seemed. I wanted to be his shotgun rider for the rest of my damn life. I kissed him, closing my eyes and allowing the clouds underneath me to float me away.

We lay in that beautiful moment for a while longer, teasing each other about who was the more perfect one, painting up fantasies for our future. Trips to Europe, renting a place together, graduating together, making a life together.

It was beyond perfect.

“How did you… how did you feel at the lake today?” Ryan asked, his breath soft against me as we cuddled.

“At first? Scared, nauseous, upset. But, I dunno, something came over me. A really deep sense of calm. I never felt that before. It was like a switch had been flipped. It felt like my dad was there, and everything was alright.” I smiled as Ryan held me a little tighter.

“That’s beautiful, baby. It’s the kind of healing you needed.”

“It was.” Then came the next surprise of the night. “I’ve decided to go to the protest tomorrow. I don’t want to stay home.”

Ryan sat up. I could still make out his features in the dark shadows of the bedroom. The jut of his strong chin, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the broad shoulders. “Really?”

“Really,” I said.

“I’m so proud of you. So fucking proud.” He kissed me, the bedroom lighting up with sparks as bright as that chamber inside my chest.

This was everything I didn’t even know I needed. And everything I’d always, always wanted.

Peace, hope, excitement, love.

We kissed for a little more, our hands exploring each other’s bodies with a delicate, soft kind of touch.

The night couldn’t go on forever, unfortunately, and exhaustion from the day began creeping in. Especially for Ryan, who’d run an entire damn race and won only a few hours ago. His stifled yawn said enough.

“Alright, let’s get some sleep,” I said, my eyes already drifting shut. “Tomorrow’s a big day.”

I didn’t want to talk about the protest too much. I didn’t want to pressure Ryan into feeling like he had to show up. I understood the reasons why he wouldn’t, and I couldn’t hold that against him. It wasn’t worth it.


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