Archer and Jason are never apart – part 7 continues….
“Archer,” I moaned out his name as his tongue made contact with my puckered hole. Fuck it felt good.
I felt him smile against my skin but he kept up his barrage of oral sensations on my ass, leaving me a moaning, leaking mess, begging for him. Archer moved to get the lube from the drawer, kissing along my body as he did, and then I felt one slicked up finger gently pushing forward into me.
I moaned as he added a second finger and found my pleasure button inside. My back arched in response and I moaned out his name the more he pressed into it. We had found with the right stimulation I could easily cum hands free, but I didn’t want to without having his cock in me. I needed that intimacy, feeling like I was one with him again. Like I was his and only his, forever.
Once he had me nice and open, he lubed himself up and placed the head of his cock at my opening before he captured my lips. We continued kissing all the while he pushed inside of me, each of us moaning as the feeling against each other’s lips. He always felt so good when he was inside me like this. It was a level of pleasure I had no idea existed before Archer.
It didn’t take long to get into a good rhythm, with him dragging the head of his cock hard against my prostate back and forth with every thrust in and out. I was crying out his name over and over, which only seemed to ramp up his passion. He kissed my neck as he thrust, sucking and biting, which would definitely leave a mark on me.
“I love you, I love you so much,” he gasped as started reaching our climaxes. “I’ll love you forever.”
“I love you too,” I said through my panting and moaning. “”Fuck, Archer. I’m gonna…”
I cried out as my orgasm overtook me, my cock pulsing as shot after shot of cum shot out between our bodies. Archer came soon after, pumping into me a few more times before he went in as far as he could and spilled his seed deep inside me. I loved the warm feeling of it, and knowing that I was thoroughly his after each time he came to me. It was like being claimed.
After we cleaned up, we lay there in the afterglow, enjoying the feeling of our bodies pressed up against each other.
The next day we had to talk about what we were going to do. Archer had already accepted to go to school at UC Irvine, and I was going to be off with the band. We decided to spend the rest of our time together to say goodbye, and hope that maybe we might see each other soon.
The summer seemed to go by so quickly, though. I spent every bit of time I could with him, and soon enough he was traveling out to Irvine, California while we made our first stop in LA for recording and making decisions with the record execs. I didn’t know how long we would be staying in California, though, so while Archer and I talked through text, we didn’t end up meeting up much.
By the time we started touring, Archer’s texting had tapered off because he was busy with school, and I wanted to give him the time to move on, even though it broke my heart to do so.
~~Four Years Later~~
“So what about dating lives?” the late night host asked the band. “Do you guys date or is it just a trail of groupies along the road?”
Varick laughed at that. “We definitely date. Well, the rest of us do. Jason here hasn’t for a while.”
“No?” the host asked, looking at me.
I gave him a smile. “Nah. I’ve had some flings here and there, but no serious dating. I lost my heart years ago to my first love, and I never really got it back, you know? I just can’t imagine I would be able to give to another person what belongs to someone else.”
“That’s very romantic,” the host replied. “Do you think you and your first love will ever get back together?”
I shrugged my shoulders at that. “I don’t know. I don’t know if he moved on, and I would never want to hurt his happiness in any way, even if it wasn’t with me.”
We moved on from those questions, leading into questions about the newest album we were working on. I had more money than I knew what to do with, so quite a bit of it I used to donate to charities that helped LGBTQ+ people, and sent some home to Dorothy and my mom.
Mom and I were in a much better place together, and my sisters were always video chatting with me after events and performances. I heard from Archer every once in a while, but he had been busy, and had been dating. I wanted to give him the space to do that safely without me interfering.
That night I got home around midnight, throwing my jacket on the couch of my apartment before I went to get a shower to wash off the makeup and sweat. Afterwards, I sat in the living room with a cup of tea, looking out over the lights of LA. They were always so beautiful at night when I had nothing left to do but think about my life and where it had gone.
I was happy, of course. My band was a national sensation, and growing in popularity out in the UK now. We were making music, making a difference in the lives of others with the money we donated, and living the high life. I never had to worry about money, and I lived comfortably.
Still, late at night when I was alone like this, all I could do was think about how it felt a little hollow without Archer here. It had been a long while since I had seen him. Dorothy sent me his graduation announcement, and I was happy for him and so proud. I had sent him a congratulations but we hadn’t talked much since then.
We were supposed to be on the road again tomorrow. We were going to be performing in Salt Lake City again, a kind of homecoming since we won Battle of the Bands. The others were looking forward to it. I was mostly looking forward to seeing my sister Eliza again. It had been a while since I had.
The next day, I couldn’t help but smile as the peaks of the Rocky Mountains came into view. That was something I definitely missed. They never tell you the little things you end up missing, like the simple view of the mountains in the distance or the powdery snow in the winter.
We checked into a hotel and got some sleep before our gig the next day. We put on a great performance the next evening, though part of that was thanks to the crowd. We always seemed to be so much better when the crowd was so alive with happiness and excitement. It felt like their energy gave us more of ourselves, and we rocked out until it was well after midnight. We had the audience cheering for encores, which we were more than happy to give, before we finally said our goodnights and went backstage as people started leaving the venue.
I was exhausted by the time we got back to the hotel and was ready to get into the shower and go right to sleep. I had just finished my shower when there was a knock on my hotel room door. I slipped on some pajama pants and continued to run a towel through my hair, which was shaggier, a little past my ears and dyed red and black, while I opened the door.
I froze when I saw who was standing on the other side of the door. He looked the same, but different as well. Archer’s strawberry blonde hair looked a little longer than it had been, and he seemed older in his face, though still as beautiful as he always was, perhaps even more so now. His blue eyes looked warm and loving.
“Hey,” Archer said after a moment. “Mind if I come in for a little bit? I’d love to talk and catch up.”
“Oh, shit, sorry,” I said as I shook myself out of my stupor. I moved away from the doorway so he could come into the room and then quickly shut it. My room had a little living room area which connected to the bedroom so I moved over to where the couch was to offer him a seat, which he took while taking in my appearance. I had bulked up a little bit, adding muscle through a gym routine the label wanted me on, as well as getting tattoos all along my arms and chest.
“I saw your show tonight,” Archer told me with a fond smile. “It was even better than I remember it being. You’re a full rock star now, and it looks amazing on you.”
I blushed at the compliment. “I heard you graduated. Congratulations. So, what’s the next step? Grad school? Or a dream job?”
“I might do grad school,” Archer agreed. “I went for computer programming, and managed to find a good job that I am allowed to do completely remotely. I saw your most recent interview, by the way.”
I blushed again as I sat down on the other end of the couch in surprise. “Oh. Well…that’s embarrassing.”
Archer chuckled at that. “I don’t know. Losing your heart to one person like that. It’s pretty romantic if you ask me.”
That made me laugh. “Well, sure, it’s completely romantic when the person you’re in love with comes back to you. If they don’t, then it just becomes pathetic.”
We locked eyes with each other and he moved closer to me on the couch. “And if he does come back to you? If he still wants you just as much as you want him?”
I felt my heart clench at that. “Does he?”
“I tried to date a bit, in college,” Archer admitted quietly. “But it never really worked. My heart was still stuck on my high school sweetheart.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I had never been the smoothest person when it came to flirting or making moves, but luckily Archer was always a step ahead of me. He put his hand on my neck, feeling the hair along the back of my neck before he pulled me into a searing kiss. Every little bit of feeling I ever had for this man stirred up again in every part of my body. I yearned for him, needed him to be here and with me again.