At Long Last

tingled. He sped up, both his thrusts inside Scott's body and his hand strokes on the other man's cock.
    "Preston," Scotty groaned hoarsely, hot cum splashing over Preston's abdomen.
    It was what he had been waiting for. Without the need to hold back, he drove in hard and deep, shaking with the explosion of his own release.
    Scotty moved in his arms, trying to release his legs from around Preston, but he held him still, kissing him, allowing their bodies to still be merged.
    When his lover got firmer with his struggles to disengage them, Preston sighed and released him, withdrawing and gently setting Scotty down to regain his footing.
    Scott moved away slightly and Preston leaned against the wall, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath, realign his thoughts to why he was there.
    "This doesn't change anything," Scott said softly.
    Preston nodded. "I know. But I hope what I have to say will." He turned to look at the other man. His eyes were still red-rimmed from crying earlier and the emotion there was raw, wary. "I need to talk to you, Scotty. Sit down."
    "Can I get cleaned up and dressed first?"
    "Of course."
    He bent down to retrieve his jeans, briefs, and shirt. His lip was twisted between his teeth. Just as he went to walk past Preston to the bathroom, Preston stopped him with a hand on Scott's neck. He touched his lips to Scott's in a brief but heartfelt kiss.
    While Scott got cleaned up, Preston refastened his own pants and pulled the motel bedspread off the bed. The sheets didn't look much cleaner from what he could tell.
    He turned and poured himself some coffee and took a sip. Grimacing, he tossed it in the waste basket. He knew what he wanted to say, but he was nervous. Afraid it wouldn't matter to Scotty. That it was too late.
    Scotty came out of the bathroom fully dressed and looking just as uncertain, as vulnerable. Preston wanted to make things better for him. For them. He still had doubts, but he was trying to work on them.
    "There on the bed," he said, pointing. When Scotty sat on the edge of the bed, Preston knelt down on the floor and took hold of both of his lover's hands. After everything, he felt like maybe he should subjugate himself a little bit.
    "Why did you come here, Preston?"
    "For starters, let me get out the most important thing." Preston blew out a shaky breath, his body trembling. "I love you, Scott."
    "I--" His eyes had gone very large.
    He stopped whatever startled reply Scotty planned by touching his fingers to the man's lips. "Let me say it all. I don't want to chicken out. I've loved you for a while. I think, maybe, some part of me loved you even before you left for New York. I didn't want to believe it or even think about it. But I remember when you left I felt such emptiness."
    "I loved you too," Scott whispered.
    Preston swallowed, nodded. "I was attracted to you. To other men also. Not like you, but I would find myself staring and then I'd catch it and force it away. I didn't think it was all that serious except when you were near. Just your scent could drive me nuts. I knew I was in trouble after a pool party we all attended. I couldn't stop staring at your bare chest all day and when I went home that night I masturbated in the shower to images of you."
    "Pres."
    He bowed his head. "I was ashamed. It wasn't supposed to be like that, you know?"
    "I know."
    "I was kind of glad and sad at the same time when you left. And when you came back..." Preston shook his head. "It all came back only even stronger. And since I was no longer married I wouldn't be cheating on anyone if I just let it happen. So I did. I thought if we did it just once or whatever that would be enough. It wasn't."
    "No," Scott agreed.
    "I've been dying inside a little every day. Or at least, the part of me who wanted to deny what I was. I don't want to deny it any longer, Scotty."
    Scott inhaled sharply. "What are you saying, Pres?"
    "I told my children and my ex-wife."
    Scott's grip on Preston's hands tightened. "You--you did? Wow. I--how did it go?"
    Preston smiled a little. "Not as bad as I thought. They were a little shocked, I think, but they didn't freak out." He swallowed. "I promised we'd go up and see them next week."
    "We?"
    "Yeah, if you want to." Preston searched the other man's eyes. "I know I hurt you, Scotty. I'm sorry. But I've decided not to hide it anymore. You're worth it."
    "Of course I'll go with you. If that's what you want."
    "It is." Preston brought Scotty's hand up to his lips and