Breaking In The Straight - Part 13 - Finale (Patreon)

Sunflowers

---------Chad’s POV----------

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The walk over to Alex’s flat stretched out longer than those three agonizing days of silence ever had, each step heavy with the weight of everything I’d been avoiding saying. I clutched the sunflowers in one hand—their bright yellow petals a little rumpled from my nervous grip—and the bottle of red wine in the other, while the printed Interrail tickets burned a hole in my back pocket like fragile promises I wasn’t sure I deserved to make. My mind raced in conflicting loops the whole way: part of me screaming to turn back before I made a complete fool of myself, looking like some desperate idiot showing up unannounced, and the other part knowing deep down that if I didn’t lay it all out now, I’d spend the rest of my life regretting the chance I’d thrown away.

When the door swung open and Brady stepped out first, grinning wide with his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, my stomach plummeted in that instant of misunderstanding, convinced for a split second that Alex had already moved on without a backward glance. But then Brady was clapping me on the back, laughing about his flight to New York the next day and this new job that was finally pulling him out of the mess of uni life, telling me not to screw this up as he jogged down the stairs with a knowing wink.

And suddenly it was just Alex standing there in the doorway, wrapped in an oversized hoodie that made him look softer than usual, his hair tied up in a loose knot, barefoot and caught off guard in the warm light spilling from his flat. His gaze flicked from the sunflowers to the wine bottle, then up to my face, and finally to the tickets I was already unfolding with hands that trembled just a little.

“Chad…” he said, his voice quiet but laced with that familiar mix of surprise and caution.

I didn’t wait for him to say more, because if I paused even for a second, the words might get stuck in my throat forever. “I’ve been an absolute coward about all of this for months now, maybe even longer than that, always hiding behind the idea that what we had was just convenient—good sex, no complications, nothing that could actually hurt if I kept my walls up high enough. But every attempt I made to go back to life before you, scrolling through Grindr or hooking up with randoms or laughing off the emptiness with the lads, it all rang hollow, like I was chasing shadows of something real that I’d already found with you and couldn’t replicate no matter how hard I tried.”

He stood there listening, not interrupting, his dark eyes searching mine as if weighing every syllable against the hurt I’d caused.

“I even tried after our blowup in the library,” I continued, my voice dropping lower as the admission spilled out. “Downloaded the app again, met some guy a couple streets over who looked the part and seemed straightforward enough, but the whole thing felt mechanical and wrong from the start—I couldn’t even finish without my mind drifting back to you, to the way your fingers know exactly where to press, the low rumble of your voice when you call me out, the intensity in your eyes when I’m completely undone and vulnerable in a way I never let anyone else see. You’ve ruined me for anyone else, Alex, and the worst part is how much I’ve come to crave that ruin, how it’s made me realize no one else comes close.”

A faint muscle twitched along his jaw, but he remained silent, letting me pour it all out.

I extended the sunflowers toward him first, feeling a flush creep up my neck at how vulnerable the gesture made me feel. “These might seem stupid, but I remembered they’re your favorite—I asked the florist for something simple that didn’t scream desperation, and she basically laughed in my face while handing them over.” He took them gently, our fingers brushing in that electric way that sent a shiver through me, followed by the wine bottle as I explained, “And this is the red you mentioned once, the one that’s good without all the pretentious bullshit attached.”

Finally, I held up the tickets, my hands steadier now that the words were flowing. “Amsterdam through to Split—six weeks on an Interrail pass, hitting Berlin, Prague, Budapest, the whole route the rugby chat was buzzing about back before exams, but this time it’s not some lads’ trip filled with bad decisions and hangovers I’d regret. It’s just us, getting lost in new cities, arguing over maps and hostel directions, sharing shitty train food and waking up tangled together after nights that blur into mornings. I want the fights that end in makeup sex, the quiet moments where we don’t have to pretend, the chance to build something real instead of running from it. I want all of you, Alex—if you’re willing to give me the opportunity to prove I can be worthy of it.”

He stared at the tickets for what felt like an eternity, his expression unreadable at first, before he met my eyes again with something raw flickering in them. “That’s a massive step, Chad—a huge commitment after everything.”

“I know it is,” I replied, my throat tightening with the fear that this might be the end of us for good. “And I know I haven’t earned an easy yes after the way I’ve hurt you, after almost letting those ugly words slip out in anger and fear. I’ll understand if you need time, if you want to think it over or tell me to fuck off entirely—I’ll spend however long it takes making up for the mess I’ve made, but please know I’m done hiding from this, done pretending it’s anything less than what it’s become for me.”

Alex drew in a slow breath, his gaze holding mine, and then without another word he surged forward, grabbing the front of my hoodie and pulling me into the flat as his lips crashed against mine in a kiss that tasted of forgiveness and pent-up longing.

The sunflowers tumbled forgotten to the floor, the wine bottle rolling away somewhere under the couch as we didn’t bother with care or caution anymore. I kissed him back with everything I’d been holding in, my hands sliding under his hoodie to trace the warm, familiar lines of his back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us, our bodies pressing together in that urgent, undeniable way that had always defined us.

He kicked the door shut behind us and shoved me against the wall with enough force that my shoulders thudded against the plaster, his mouth moving hungrily to my neck where he sucked hard enough to leave marks, his teeth grazing my skin in that perfect mix of tease and claim. Clothes came off in a frantic blur—his hoodie yanked over his head, my t-shirt following, shorts and boxers shoved down until we were bare and heated against each other.

He sank to his knees without hesitation, his eyes locking onto mine as he wrapped his lips around my cock, taking me deep in one smooth, enveloping motion that drew a guttural groan from my throat. The heat of his mouth was overwhelming, tight and slick with saliva as he worked me over, his tongue pressing flat along the underside while his hand cupped and rolled my balls with just the right pressure, spit dripping messily down my shaft and pooling at the base.

The room filled with the obscene wet sounds of his sucking, my ragged breaths mixing with his muffled hums of pleasure that vibrated straight through me, building that familiar coil of tension too fast. I pulled him up before I lost it completely, capturing his mouth in a deep, messy kiss where I could taste the salt of myself on his tongue, our hands roaming freely over sweat-damp skin as we stumbled toward the couch.

He pushed me down onto the cushions and straddled me immediately, his own cock hard and flushed, pre-cum leaking in steady beads that smeared across my abs as he ground against me. I reached for the lube in the side drawer, slicking us both generously until everything glistened, the cool gel warming quickly between my fingers as I stroked him in return, feeling him throb hot and insistent in my grip.

Rising up slightly, he positioned himself and sank down onto me inch by torturous inch, his tight heat enveloping my cock in a slow, stretching slide that had us both moaning long and low into the charged air. He paused when I was fully seated inside him, our bodies flush and connected, his ass clenching rhythmically around me as we caught our breath, the sensation of being buried so deep sending waves of pleasure radiating through every nerve.

Then he began to move, starting with languid rolls of his hips that dragged my cock over that sensitive spot inside him, building the friction gradually until the rhythm picked up into something more urgent and unrestrained. The sounds grew louder and more intimate—the wet slap of skin meeting skin with each downward thrust, the slick squelch of lube easing every glide, the creak of the couch beneath us as I met him halfway, thrusting up to bury myself deeper while my hands gripped his hips to guide the pace.

I watched it all unfold in mesmerized detail: the way his hole stretched taut around my thick shaft, veins standing out along my length as it disappeared inside him over and over, the shiny trails of lube and pre-cum coating us both. Leaning up, I captured his mouth again in a kiss that was all shared breath and tangled tongues, one hand wrapping around his leaking cock to stroke him in firm, matching pulls that had him gasping against my lips.

“Chad—fuck—right there, don’t stop,” he panted, his body trembling as I angled my thrusts precisely to hit that spot repeatedly, feeling him flutter and tighten around me in response.

He shattered first, his ass clamping down like a vice as he came with a shuddering moan, thick ropes of cum shooting across my chest and neck in hot, sticky bursts, one landing warm against my chin while the scent of it—musky and sharp—filled the air between us. The intense squeeze pushed me over the edge, and I drove up hard one final time, spilling deep inside him in pulsing waves that overflowed, creamy white leaking out around my base and dripping down my balls in warm rivulets.

We stayed entwined like that for long minutes afterward, bodies slick with sweat and release, foreheads pressed together as our breathing slowly synced, the afterglow wrapping around us like a quiet promise. But the heat between us didn’t fade—instead, it simmered into something deeper, more tender, as Alex shifted slightly, his lips brushing mine in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of all the unspoken affection we’d built up over time. His hands roamed gently over my chest, tracing the sticky trails he’d left behind, and I felt my cock twitch inside him, still half-hard from the intensity of it all.

“Want to switch?” he murmured against my mouth, his voice low and warm, not demanding but inviting, his fingers threading through my hair in a way that made my skin tingle with renewed want.

“Yeah,” I whispered back, pulling him into another slow kiss as he lifted off me carefully, the wet slide of my cock leaving him drawing a shared gasp from us both, the musky scent of our combined release hanging heavy in the air. We moved together without rush or competition, rolling so he was beneath me for a moment before I shifted onto my back, pulling him on top again but guiding his hands to explore, letting him take the lead in this gentle, unhurried way that felt like rediscovering each other all over again.

He reached for the lube once more, coating his fingers generously before pressing one against me, easing it in with slow, deliberate circles that made my breath hitch, the stretch familiar and welcoming as he worked me open with patience, his lips trailing soft kisses along my jaw and neck. The sensation built gradually, a warm pressure that spread through my lower body, his finger curling just right to brush that spot inside me that sent sparks dancing along my nerves, drawing out low, contented moans that I didn’t bother holding back.

By the time he added a second finger, scissoring gently to prepare me, I was fully hard again, pre-cum beading at my tip and smearing against his thigh as he leaned over me, our eyes locked in that intimate gaze that made everything feel connected and real. He withdrew his fingers slowly, replacing them with the slick head of his cock, pushing in inch by inch with a tenderness that had nothing to do with power and everything to do with care, the stretch filling me completely as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper until he was seated fully, our bodies joined in that perfect, enveloping heat.

We moved together then, slow and rhythmic, his thrusts deep and measured, each one drawing out sighs and whispers of each other’s names as I met him halfway, rolling my hips to take him in fully. The wet sounds of our connection mingled with the soft slap of skin, the faint scent of sweat and lube wrapping around us like an intimate cocoon, his hand stroking my cock in time with his movements while I traced the lines of his back, feeling the flex of his muscles under my palms. There was no rush, no edge of competition—just the steady build of pleasure shared equally, his forehead resting against mine as we breathed the same air, our moans blending into something harmonious and loving.

When the tension finally crested, it washed over us in waves—he came first with a quiet, shuddering groan, spilling hot and deep inside me in thick pulses that triggered my own release, cum shooting between us in warm ropes that painted our stomachs, the sensation lingering as we held each other through the aftershocks, bodies trembling in unison.

He broke into a soft, breathless laugh eventually, his lips brushing mine in lazy affection.

“What’s so funny?” I murmured, my voice rough from everything we’d just shared.

“You actually bought me sunflowers,” he replied, his smile warm and unguarded. “And tickets to spend the whole summer backpacking through Europe with me.”

“Yeah, I did,” I said simply, pulling him closer for another unhurried kiss. “Because I’m done pretending this isn’t everything I want.”

He rested his head against my shoulder, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin. “I’m still a little mad at you for how long it took to get here.”

“I know, and I deserve that.”

“But I’m also completely, stupidly in love with you, you frustrating rugby idiot.”

My chest tightened with a rush of emotion that felt both terrifying and right. “Same here—more than I ever thought possible.”

His smile widened, bright and real, as he lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Then let’s go make a beautiful mess of Europe together, starting with no more holding back.”

I kissed him again, slow and deep, and for the first time, the path ahead didn’t scare me—it excited me, because whatever came next, we’d face it side by side.

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