I blinked slowly at my own reflection, seeing that he was watching me as he blindly started to apply new bandages to the arm that had been wounded. “I just thought that...if you were getting taller, then maybe that meant we were, you know.” I rolled my shoulders, clearing my throat. “That it was a sign.”

“It would be.” He said softly, but in a cheerful tone. “But no, I’m not taller.” He said sadly, leaning down to kiss my shoulder, holding his mouth there as he bandaged his hand. “Not yet.”

“Mm,” I sucked in a breath and ran a hand over my hair before I opened the drawer and tossed the comb in before I closed the drawer. Terrance opened it briefly to put the comb back where I had gotten it before he closed the drawer and I rolled my eyes, giving him a look before I brushed by him to go into the bedroom.

I eyed where he had a picture of me on his bedside table, sitting in a cafe table, giving an annoyed look to the camera and my lips tightened as I tried not to smile. I sat on the bed and leaned back against the pillows, Terrance tossing me a bottle of lube. I caught it and he cheered as he dropped out of his sweatpants, revealing one of his legs was completely bandage.

“Are you up for riding?” I mumbled as he came over with a cat like grin.

“Are you?” He teased, pinching my ass as he climbed on top of me. I snorted and hooked my arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss, Terrance scooting up to get comfortable on my lap as he ran his hands over my ribs, scratching lightly against my skin until I squirmed, something he liked. We kissed for a while before I laid back and he climbed off of me and blew me until I was hard, fully making up for the hours I spent waiting for him.

Obnoxiously - and he loved to be obnoxious, even in bed – he wouldn’t let me cum, and I knew that meant he was hurt pretty bad and couldn’t ride me long. If was wasn’t, then he’d play a game of ‘how hard can I make Mousey cry to get me to stop making him cum’, which was...my favorite game. Our favorite game.

We played it at least once a month, usually after we went without seeing each other at all for a week, not even a single surprise attack where I got tackled and molested, which was very important to Terrance (and me I guess).

He pulled off my cock with an obscene pop before he moved out and slammed our mouths together, kissing me deeply.

“We don’t have to do it if you don’t feel good,” I said as we kissed, my words coming out more like ‘ee don aa ooo if you don feel oood’, but he seemed to understand what I was saying and he leaned back, licking his lips as he eyed me with a slow, grin, his lips wet and glistening.

“Let’s see how long you can last, little cub,” He said with a little laugh, smoothing a hand over my hair as he got up onto his knees, holding my gaze as he looked down and reached back to take my cock in his other hand.

I sucked in a breath, trying to mentally prepare myself so I could last long and not cum after ten seconds like last time we did this, but all I could think was oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, as Terrance grinned sharply down at me. He didn’t even try to be sexy, and I don’t what but that was really, really sexy, overwhelmingly so.

Everything about stupid Terrance was stupid sexy and made me really, really stupid from it.

I let out a long, slow breath as he slowly lowered himself on my cock, one of his eyebrows twitching up as he held my gaze and I fully started sucking in breaths and letting them out slow like my sisters were taught when they were in labor, trying not to cum.

He was so, so tight, and it was never as good as his blow jobs, but it left his mouth open to kiss, and there was nothing better then having sex when your cock was completely buried in someone and they were doing crazy things with their tongue in your mouth.

Terrance took my wrists and guided my hands to his hips before he took my face in his hands, smiling as he leaned forward to kiss me, slow and deep. He groaned and my cock jerked, one of my hands – shaking like a leaf – reached over to touch his cock and stroke it.

My eyes popped open when I felt that it was kinda hard.

Which meant that either he didn’t take his medicine – which wasn’t likely because Terrance was super, super anal about taking his medicine, something he picked up in the military – or there was enough bonding having gone on between us to where he was starting to form permanent bonds.

And, I mean – we were messing around here and there, but I didn’t think it was enough to-

I moaned into his mouth when he lifted up off my lap a little and lowered himself, starting to bounce a little while he dominated our kiss. After that, I was lost in his rhythm, playing with his dick as my other hand gripped his hips, Terrance moaning into my mouth and kept a steady pace even while I groaned and rocked us back and forth a little.

It was far to easy to fall into the things he made me feel – Terrance really was the devil, I swear, I just didn’t think sex was supposed to be this good. This was the type of pleasure I’m pretty sure got Sodom and Gomorrah cooked, and man, I got it.

I didn’t want it to end.

If Campora and Victoria went back to war and rained hellfire down on Liliport, this is exactly what I wanted to be doing right up into the very end.

Though I think a close second would be wrapped in the blankets with Terrance cuddling and kissing.

That, I imagine, would also be a great way to go out.

I broke the kiss to bury my face in Terrance’s neck, panting as I focused on fucking up into him while he kept his obnoxious slow and stead pace, his mouth finding my ear so he could murmur filthy things in it, his cock for sure hardening in my hand.

Because I was making him hard.

I bit into Terrance’s shoulder – the one not bandaged - and he inhaled sharply in my ear as I groaned into his skin, everything flashing white as I came hard, Terrance riding me so hard I actually screamed. When I finished he pulled us sideways so we were laying together, the position awkward because he had been straddling my hips and I was still inside of him.

I groaned and pulled out as he panted, shifting to get on top of me me all over while I laid there like a limp noddle, struggling to catch my breath. One of the things Terrance loved to do after we fooled around and I was having smaller and smaller crisis’s of faith was mark me up – never anywhere anyone could see, but in every single place they couldn’t.

Inner thighs. My ass, right over my heart, around my nipples. He’d lightly scratch his name down my thighs, and if I slept long enough, he’d draw secret pictures on my ass, usually of mice riding on the back of snakes or something like that.

I rolled us suddenly, surprising him, but he didn’t fight me when I pinned him down. “your going to aggravate your injuries again,” I mumbled, leaning down to kiss him when he reached down and groped my ass.

“Worth it.” He said against my lips.

I pulled back then, asking if he wanted anything to drink. When he said no, I walked out of the room and into his small kitchen, pulling open his fridge to see that, as expected, everything was immaculately arranged. The fruit. The meat. The leftovers. The lunch boxes he made a week in advance. The drinks. I saw my favorite brand of flavored water lined up by colors and I had to move a couple to get to my favorite.

“Hey cubby?” Terrance called form the bedroom. “Did you just move my drinks around?”

“Cubby sounds to much like Chubby, I don’t like it!” I called back as I started to move the drinks back to how he liked them.

“WERE YOU A FAT KID?” He screamed, howling with laughter.

At that, I rolled my eyes and shoved my entire arm into his fridge to shove everything around inside the shelf until it was all messed up, closing the door then. “Nooooooooo!” I called back before I opened my bottle and started to drink from it. I heard him mutter something before he came out of the bedroom as naked as I was and going to the fridge to fix everything.

I rolled my eyes and went back to the bedroom to flop down on the bed, reaching over where my comm when it chirped. Terrance came over and laid down next to me, hooking a leg around mine as I rolled over and sat up. I blinked as I lifted my comm to see my Dad had finally sent a train ticket for tomorrow morning so I could go home to see everyone for Easter, the most important holiday in our church, my siblings having left for home a few days ago, since their finals were earlier.

“I have to go home tomorrow morning. It’s Easter.” I said flatly. He made a disappointed noise. “You knew I was going home, don’t pout.” He made an even more whiny disappointed noise. “It’s only a week. The distance will do us good so you don’t get to attached.” I looked to him. “And the reason why I got tense because I thought you were getting taller is because I can tell your dick is getting hard when we’re fooling around. This time I swear it was almost fully hard. That’s bad.”

“That’s good.” He purred around a smirk. “Don’t you want to make my dick hard, little lion cub?” I gave him a scathing look. “Wouldn’t it be pretty?” I pursed my lips, lifting my gaze as I thought on it. I shrugged and nodded and he grinned, pulling me to him. “It’d be pretty just for you.”

“Duh.” I mumbled as he pulled me back down to hold me in his arms.

“When are you going to be back?” He asked as he kissed and nipped at my shoulder.

“Eight days.” I said vaguely. “And I won’t be able to call you all that much. There are a lot of activities going on, and...even if I’m not an active member, my parents will want me to be present.”

We were quiet before he asked, hesitantly, “Are you going to tell them about us?”

I frowned, feeling tired all the sudden.

He knew as much as I did that us fully courting and actually bonding full time hinged on my family knowing, and that I was always going to keep Terrance at arms length until my parents knew.

And time was not on Terrance’s side.

So it wasn’t on my side either.

I held the hand he hand on the faintly carved muscles on my stomach, the start of a four pack that came only from wrestling with Terrance almost every time we met up. “I don’t think they’re ready to hear that…” I twisted and looked to him and see he was watching me. He looked as tired as I felt. “But I’ll play it by ear. Who knows. I might find a good time.”

He smiled a little before he kissed me, or tried to, because I wasn’t twisting more than I already was and he was behind me, so there was only so much he could do. He struggled, his chest vibrating as he laughed, and I turned my face stubbornly forward, Terrance finally moving to get on top of me to kiss me fully.

We rolled around for a little bit before we settled together, Terrance sitting on my lap to look down at me, his hair sticking up all over the place making me reaching up to make sure my own was smoothed back. It wasn’t, but a little bit of fussing got it back into place.

“I noticed you weren’t wearing your cross.” He said quietly, staring down at me.

Suddenly my expression darkened. “That’s because I took it off when I got back to my dorm. I wanted to mess around and then have to buy us both a matching pair before I went home, Terrance.” I growled, Terrance brightening up. “But you were late!”

“Let’s go now! I’ll get us a pair!”

“I have to get on a train and go to Good Friday service. I’m sleeping.” I said, Terrance’s face falling. “If you want to go out and get us two while I sleep, then go ahead, but I’m staying here.” I yanked the covers down and crawled up to get under them, Terrance sliding off the bed to start getting dressed. I turned off the light, wished him luck, and then went to sleep.

I slept then for a couple hours, and when I woke up, Terrance was asleep next to me. I sat up and saw he was wearing a simple silver cross and I smiled, reaching down to see I was wearing an identical one – simple, unoffensive, universal. I chewed on my bottom lip before I slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to pick up my pants, pulling out the pair of baggies I had inside, taking out the little sun and moon pendants on them – I had gotten them in the matchmakers distract a few weeks ago and felt awkward about it, but now felt like a good time.

I went over and saw Terrance was pretending to sleep, but I let him, carefully attaching the moon pendant to his before I attached the sun pendant to mine.

The sun was a huge, huge symbol in my family’s church, and the moon was a huge, huge symbol in Terrance’s church, so I figured...this could be kind of a thing for us, but also if someone saw either of us wearing it, they wouldn’t ask questions. He blindly reached up and touched his new pendant, cracking an eye to look at me, quickly seeing the one I was wearing, and then grinning.

“You love me.” He whispered around his grin.

I gnawed on my bottom lip but slid back under the covers. “I got another two hours to sleep, and then you need to take me home. Can you remember not to let me sleep in?”

“I’m going to watch you sleep for the next one hundred and ten minutes.” He said with wide wide eyes.

“There are one hundred and twenty minutes in two hours.” I said as I closed my eyes.

“My life doesn’t entirely revolve around you, Ford.” He scoffed. I suddenly opened my eyes to glare at him. “A man’s got to pee. And eat.” He scooted closer, “But for those other one hundred and ten minutes, I’m aaaaalll yours.” He kissed me gently, grinning. “Thank you for my pendant.”

“Thank you for my cross.” I mumbled, closing my eyes.

He whispered then “I licked it so every novus you cross would know your mine.” and I sighed hard.

“I prayed over your pendant.” I whispered then, scooted closer to rest my forehead against his shoulder. “I prayed God would protect you.”

He was quiet for a long, long, long minute before he admitted just as I was sleeping “There’s a tiny tracker in your cross, also I love you.”

I went to sleep then, to tired and to comfortable to say anything to that. Terrance woke me up in two hours exactly, seemingly not having moved at all in that entire time, and then we both got dressed and ate dessert while watching the news.

Terrance took me back to my dorm after that, the two of us making out in his patrol car before I promised to call him as soon as I could and as often as I could.

And then I went back to my dorm to finishing packing, leaving for the train station a little under an hour later.