We broke apart, both panting for breath as we looked at each other with stupid grins on our faces. Then it seemed to hit me what Archer had said about his job. “Wait, entirely remote?”
“Mmhmm,” he replied knowingly. “I could travel around the country, or just be in one place for a little bit, and work as I had been asked to. All of my meetings are done remotely and I don’t necessarily have to report to an office. Perfect for someone who is on the road a lot.”
“Did you…Is that because of me?” I asked him.
“I didn’t want to presume, but…if you were still available,” he said, and then blushed a little. “I’m still very available, and would be happy to live life however you needed to for your band.”
Now it was my turn to smile at him. I loved it when he got all shy about things, because it reminded me how human he was. He wasn’t above me in social status right now. He wasn’t the jock god who was towering over my nerdy, musician self anymore. We were more or less equals, and he was just as nervous about seeing me again as I was about seeing him, and somehow that helped.
I kissed him again, this time pushing my body closer to his so I could feel the muscles of his body. I had missed this so much and now that I had it back, I never wanted to let it go. “I missed you like I miss air when I’m underwater,” I told him.
Archer smiled against my mouth. “And I like a fish that misses water when caught by a fisherman’s line.”
“Stay with me,” I whispered. “For a night, for a week, a month, forever?”
“As long as you’ll have me, Jason,” he promised.
Forever it was, then. Archer smirked at the twinkle in my eyes, and then I stood up and pulled his hand along with me to lead him into the bedroom. He unbuttoned his shirt and then let it fall to the ground before he kissed me again, letting the skin of our chests touch. I had almost forgotten how electric every single touch from him was until now.
He let out a sigh. “I missed this, Jason. I missed you.”
I put my forehead against his. “I missed you too. How did you know where I was?”
Archer grinned at that. “Varick told me.”
I should have known, and I rolled my eyes at that good-naturedly before I smiled and kissed him again. You know how sometimes you can go away for a long time, and then when you come back to the place you view as home, it just feels right and like you never left? Kissing Archer was a lot like that. Like being home after years of being on the road. My home was never a place.
If it would have been, it would have been at Dorothy’s, but I think that was partly because it was where Archer was. My home had been out of my reach for a long time, but kissing him now, I was reminded of why I had missed him so badly.
I pushed him back onto the bed and fell to my knees, working his belt open and unzipping his pants. He lifted up to let me pull his pants off and I took in the sight of that delicious bulge I had missed for so long. I leaned forward and sucked on him through his boxers, taking in the scent of him and the taste of him. It was even better than I remembered.
Archer ran his hand through my hair and smiled. “You have more here to grab onto now. I’ll need to put it to use.”
I smiled up at him as I pulled his boxers down to see my prize again. “Please do,” I told him. “I love it when you pull my hair.”
I loved the smirk on his face as he took in what I had said. He already knew that, of course, but he always loved hearing me say it. I didn’t give him a chance to respond though, because I had been away from him for far too long. I licked along the head of his cock, letting the precum that was beginning to leak out coat my tongue before I started going down his length.
Archer had always been the perfect size for me. Just big enough to really fill me up, but still where I could deep throat him when I wanted to.
Archer used his hand in my hair to pull me back and then slid down until he was in the middle of the bed. “Get rid of those and get your ass over here.”
I smiled at him and pulled down my pants and boxer briefs in one fluid motion before I climbed onto the bed with him. He maneuvered me until I had my ass over his face and my face down at his dick, where I started up my work again. I felt Archer running his fingers along my crack as his teeth lightly bit into the flesh there. Then I felt him run his tongue along my crack before he brought his tongue down to tease at my hole.
I had been doing a pretty good job on his cock but this attention derailed me pretty fast. I had always thought the 69 position was pretty ineffectual, and whenever Archer did this, it proved me right. There was no concentrating on his dick when he was shoving his tongue inside of me.
I went back to my work on his cock once he sliced up his fingers and began to work me open. It let me focus on him again because I was perfectly happy to ignore the slight burn that came from him adding more fingers.
“When was the last time you were tested?” he asked me.
I came off of him again and glanced back at him, trying to remember how long ago it had been. “Like two months ago, I think. Could be closer to three. To be fair, I haven’t been incredibly sexually active this year. My results were all negative.”
Archer tried to hide the smile that brought to his face as he looked back down at what he was doing. “I was tested recently, about two weeks ago, mostly because I knew you were coming back and I was hoping…”
I grinned at him and started to move my hips back into his fingers. “And what were the results?”
“Negative,” he replied, and slapped my ass with his free hand. I groaned and let my forehead rest against his pelvis.
“Good,” I replied finally and pulled myself up until I could maneuver around to face him. He moved with me until his back was against the headboard and I was straddling his lap.
Archer held onto my hips as I positioned his cock at my entrance. His bright blue eyes locked with mine as I slowly lowered myself onto him. It burned a little bit when he first entered, as it had been a while since I’d had anyone inside me. To be honest, the times I did hook up with guys while touring, I mostly stopped because the idea of anyone but Archer being inside me just seemed wrong.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Jason,” Archer moaned. I clenched around him once I got his full length inside, causing him to groan and dig his nails into my hips.
As soon as I was ready, I lifted myself up until only the head of his cock was inside of me and then pushed back down. I had almost forgotten just how good this felt, though I don’t think it would have felt this good with anyone other than Archer. I got us into a good rhythm, and Archer matched my movements so he went as deep as he could each time. He was gripping my hips hard and I knew he was going to leave marks but I loved it.
About halfway through, Archer planted his feet on the bed and pushed us forward so that I fell onto the bed on my back and he was between my legs on his knees. He hooked my knees into his elbows and then took over the rhythm while I let my head fall back and just enjoyed the way he hit my prostate again and again.
I could feel the pleasure building up in my pelvis, and I wrapped my arms around Archer to bring him down to kiss me. We broke apart but kept our foreheads together when Archer told me he was really close to coming. I was as well, so I reached between us to start stroking my own dick. Archer swatted my hand away and took over, which I had to agree was far better than my own hand.
I groaned out his name as I came hard, spurts of my seed shooting out between us. He thrust in and out a few more times before he pushed all of the way in and I felt him expand and twitch as his warmth spread into me. We were still breathing heavily when I whispered that I loved him.
“I love you too,” Archer said before he kissed me sweetly. “It’s always been you, and always will be.”
“You promise?” I asked him.
“I promise,” he proclaimed quietly.
I smiled at him because I believed him. I could see it in his eyes. And it had always been him for me. There would never be anyone better than Archer for me.
After that, we got the okay from the label for Archer to travel with us, and he started his remote job. It kept him busy while we were busy with events or performances, and then I could come back home to Archer where we would have dinner, spend hours talking and laughing and making love. We easily fell into a routine with each other, and it had been what I was missing the whole time.
Even better was when Archer would watch us perform from backstage.
For holidays, we got leave from both of our jobs to go back to Ogden to spend the holidays at Dorothy’s house. It was times like those that it felt like I had never left. We fell into family life easily with each other, and it was all so perfect.
Three years after that, we got married in a private ceremony with just our close family and friends, though we sent some of our wedding photos to certain magazines to allow them to publish them. I had never been happier, and I knew it would only get better from here.
THE END