Bully Reunion Finale - Part 2/2

All Characters Are 18+ And Consenting

Ryan: Maybe my apartment search is over then?

Eli started the car again, heart lighter than it had been in years.

Eli: Maybe so.

He pulled back onto the highway, the Denver skyline rising ahead, and for the first time in a very long time, the road home felt like the beginning of something instead of the end.

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Three weeks had passed since the hotel.

Ryan was fully moved in to Eli’s apartment. His clothes filled half the closet. His protein shaker stood next to Eli’s coffee grinder on the counter. The living room shelves held Ryan’s signed football beside Eli’s framed photos from college. The apartment felt fuller, lived-in, theirs.

Eli stood at the stove finishing the pasta sauce. Ryan came up behind him and wrapped arms around his waist. He kissed the side of Eli’s neck. “Smells good.”

Eli tilted his head to give Ryan more room. “You’re going to make me burn it.”

Ryan’s hand slid under Eli’s shirt and rubbed slow circles on his stomach. “Then burn it.”

Eli rolled his eyes and cut the burner off with a quick, “Well luckily, it’s finished. Here, I’ll fix the plates.”

They carried their meals and beers out to the balcony. The city lights glittered below. Cool night air brushed their arms. They sat close on the outdoor couch, thighs pressed together.

Ryan took a sip of beer. “My dad texted me today. I guess mom told him. But it wasn’t bad. Just a short message. ‘Proud of you.’ I don’t know why I was so worried for him to find out. He’s always supported me in whatever I did, but this is…different. So I expected a different response.”

Eli set his bottle down. “That’s huge!”

“Yeah.” Ryan stared at the skyline. “I kept waiting for the anger or resentment, but it never came. Mom cried when I told her last week, but I think it was more of like… ’I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me’ tears instead of sad ones. But Dad just accepted it. I think he’s been waiting for me to say something for years.”

Eli reached over and squeezed Ryan’s knee. “You did good telling them. I’m proud of you.”

Ryan turned his head. “I was scared shitless. Still am sometimes. But being here with you makes it feel possible.”

They sat quiet for a minute. The city noise drifted up faintly.

Ryan leaned in and kissed Eli. Mouth open. Tongue sliding deep. Eli cupped Ryan’s jaw and kissed back harder. Ryan’s hand moved to Eli’s thigh, squeezing him through the denim.

They both knew what was coming and stood together. Ryan backed Eli against the balcony railing. The metal pressed cold into Eli’s lower back. Ryan’s mouth moved to Eli’s throat, sucking lightly. Eli’s hands fisted Ryan’s shirt.

Ryan opened Eli’s jeans and pushed them down. Eli’s cock was already hard. Ryan stroked him a few times, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum all around. Then Ryan turned around and braced his hands on the railing. He looked over his shoulder. “Fuck me. Right here.”

Eli paused for a second, looking around to make sure no one could see them. But being on the 22nd floor, they were mostly safe, so he spit into his palm and rubbed his cock. He pushed Ryan’s jeans and underwear down to his thighs. Ryan spread his legs wider. Eli lined up and pushed in slow.

The head breached Ryan’s hole and he let out a deep groan. Eli kept going, inch by inch, until his hips pressed flush against Ryan’s ass. Ryan’s knuckles tightened on the railing.

Eli started thrusting. Slow at first. Pulling almost all the way out, then sliding back in fully. Ryan pushed back to meet every stroke and get every inch of cock he could get. Their bodies slapped together softly.

Ryan’s cock hung heavy between his legs, leaking steadily, untouched. He rocked back harder. Eli picked up speed. Thrusts turned sharper. Deeper. Ryan’s breathing grew rough and his moans grew loud. He dropped his head forward, forehead resting on his forearms.

Eli reached around and wrapped a hand around Ryan’s cock. He stroked slow, matching his thrusts. Ryan moaned even louder. The people on the ground who looked like little ants from their vantage point could definitely hear what was happening, but neither cared in this moment. Eli twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing over the slit before twisting the opposite way on the downstroke. 

Ryan’s thighs trembled. “Don’t let me cum yet.”

Eli eased his grip but kept thrusting. He angled to hit Ryan’s prostate on every pass. Ryan’s cock jerked in Eli’s hand. Precum dripped onto the balcony floor in long strings still connected to his tip.

Eli’s own pleasure built steady. His balls drew tight. He thrust harder. Once. Twice. Then he buried himself deep and came. Cum pulsed inside Ryan, hot and thick. Eli kept moving through it with shallow strokes to milk every drop.

When Eli finished he pulled out slowly. Cum leaked from Ryan’s hole and ran down his thigh. Ryan stayed bent over the railing, breathing hard, cock still rock-hard and mostly untouched.

Eli kissed the back of Ryan’s neck. “That was insane. Let’s go inside before someone calls the police on us.”

They pulled on just their underwear before they gathered the dinner plates and beers and carried everything back to the kitchen. Ryan wiped down the counter while Eli rinsed the dishes. They moved around each other easily, bumping hips, stealing quick kisses. When the kitchen was clean they dropped onto the couch and turned on the TV. Some random game played in the background. Neither paid much attention because the sexual tension was still high. 

Ryan’s hand rested on Eli’s thigh. He squeezed. “I’m still hard.”

Eli looked at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ryan’s voice dropped. “I want my turn.”

They stood. Ryan took Eli’s hand and led him to the bedroom.

Ryan pushed Eli onto the bed. Eli laid back. Ryan climbed over him and kissed every inch until he reached his lips where he really let loose. Tongues dueling. Hands feeling everything everywhere.

Ryan grabbed the lube. He coated his fingers and worked Eli open while Eli watched, already feeling the pleasure. One finger slid in and out. Then two. Three. Ryan curled them to rub Eli’s prostate, slow circles that made Eli’s hips lift off the mattress. He added more lube and kept the strokes going, stretching Eli patiently.

Ryan stroked his own cock as well, keeping himself hard and ready for what was about to happen.

When Eli was opened up enough, Ryan lined up and pushed in. The head popped past the rim and Eli stifled a moan. Ryan kept going, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

Ryan stayed still for a second, letting Eli adjust to him again, then he rolled his hips in slow circles. Eli felt every inch shift inside him. Ryan pulled back halfway and thrust in again, setting a steady rhythm. In. Out. Circle roll. A combination he knew made Eli go crazy.

Eli’s hands gripped Ryan’s arms. Ryan leaned forward. Their mouths met once again. Kissing more messy and open than passionate. Like they needed this or they’d die right then and there. This was life or death sex and they were making the most of it. Ryan’s tongue pushed into Eli’s mouth in time with his hips.

Ryan braced his hands on either side of Eli’s head. He thrust harder. His cock filled Eli completely on every stroke. Eli’s legs wrapped around Ryan’s waist, heels digging into Ryan’s lower back, pulling him deeper.

Eli’s cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking more and more with each penetration. Ryan reached down and wrapped a hand around it. He stroked slow at first, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Eli moaned into his mouth as he was worked from the back and the front. 

Ryan picked up speed. His hips snapped forward. Their bodies slapped together louder now. Eli’s prostate got hit on every thrust. Pleasure built in Eli’s gut, a sign that he was getting close again.

Ryan’s breathing grew rough. He kept the pace even, not rushing, but letting it build. Eli’s thighs trembled as Ryan stroked him faster. Eli’s cock pulsed in Ryan’s hand one final time before cum shot across his chest in thick, white ropes. Eli clenched hard around Ryan’s cock, body shaking through his second orgasm of the night. 

The tight squeeze pushed Ryan over the edge. He thrust deep one last time and came hard inside Eli. Pulse after pulse. Filling him until it leaked out around his cock.

Ryan stayed buried inside Eli. He lowered himself slowly, chest to chest. Eli wrapped arms around him. They stayed joined, breathing hard. Ryan’s head rested on Eli’s shoulder.

After a long minute Ryan lifted his head and looked at Eli. “I love you.” he said softly, almost afraid in a way that it might not be reciprocated. 

Eli’s chest tightened. He cupped Ryan’s face and stared at him for a long second. “I love you too.” he finally said proudly. 

Ryan’s face lit up with excitement and they kissed again, more slowly this time. Ryan pulled out gently and rolled to the side, pulling Eli close. They lay tangled together as Eli traced lines on Ryan’s back and Ryan kissed Eli’s collarbone.

After a half hour held in this embrace, they finally cleaned themselves up, ate cold pasta in bed, and talked about their future. 

When the lights shut off and the city quiet outside, Ryan curled against Eli’s chest and pulled the blanket higher.

They fell asleep holding each other.

Finally. They were a home.

End.