Echoes of the Heart - 28. Chapter 28: Things seem to fall into place for Carter and Jeremy.

Two days earlier...

*

The air was thick with smoke and despair, the orange glow of flames licking at the sky like an unrelenting beast. Carter was on his knees, his body trembling violently as he watched the building engulfed in a roaring inferno. His chest heaved with anguished sobs, his throat raw from screaming Jeremy’s name over and over, each cry swallowed by the chaos around him. The firefighters worked tirelessly, hoses blasting streams of water at the flames, but it was no use. The fire was too fierce, too far gone.

Carter’s tear-streaked face was smeared with soot, his hands clutching fistfuls of ash-covered grass. His body felt hollow, as though the flames had consumed a part of him too.

“Jeremy!” he cried out again, his voice cracking.

The name was more a prayer than a call now, a desperate plea to the universe to give him back the man he loved.

For a moment, the world seemed to still. The crackle of flames, the shouts of firefighters, the chaos—it all faded into the background. Then, faintly, he heard it.

“Carter!”

His head snapped up, his breath catching in his throat. He blinked, his tear-clouded eyes scanning the area. He must have imagined it, he thought, a cruel trick of his grief-stricken mind. But then it came again, louder this time.

“Carter!”

He turned his head toward the voice, his heart stuttering in his chest. Emerging from the smoke and debris, Jeremy appeared. His movements were slow, his body covered in soot and grime, his clothes singed and torn. He looked like a ghost risen from the ashes, his face pale but alive.

Carter’s breath left him in a strangled gasp. He scrambled to his feet, his legs almost giving out beneath him as he sprinted toward Jeremy.

“Jeremy!” he cried, his voice breaking.

Jeremy barely had time to brace himself before Carter collided with him, throwing his arms around him and sending them both to the ground. Carter buried his face in Jeremy’s chest, his sobs uncontrollable as his hands gripped him tightly, desperate to hold on, to confirm that this was real and not some cruel illusion.

“Jeremy,” Carter choked out between sobs, his voice trembling. “I thought— I thought you were gone. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Jeremy’s arms wrapped around Carter, his own body trembling as he held him close.

“Carter,” he murmured, his voice soft and soothing.

He gently pulled back, cupping Carter’s tear-soaked face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears. A soft, warm smile spread across his face, despite the soot smudging it.

“Hey, hey. I’m alright. I’m here. Please, stop crying.”

Carter sniffled, his breath hitching as he tried to compose himself, but his tears kept flowing.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I lost you.”

Jeremy shook his head, his smile growing brighter despite the exhaustion etched into his features.

“I promised you, didn’t I? I promised I’d find a way out.” His voice was steady, reassuring. “I found a weakened wall and managed to break through, but the explosion knocked me out. I only came to a little while ago.”

Carter cupped Jeremy’s face with both hands, his fingers trembling as he leaned in and pressed a fervent, tear-streaked kiss to his lips. The kiss was full of raw emotion—relief, love, desperation. When they pulled apart, Carter rested his forehead against Jeremy’s, his tears falling freely.

Jeremy’s smile faltered as he took in Carter’s pained expression.

“Everything’s going to be alright,” he said softly, his hands moving to rest on Carter’s shoulders. “I followed you to Eric’s place, saw you in the strange car as it was leaving with you. Eric went after the guy who kidnapped you when we arrived here. He’ll catch him.”

Carter shook his head, his tears renewed as he gripped Jeremy’s shirt.

“No, Jeremy. Nothing is alright.” He took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. “It was you mother, Jeremy. She sent that man to kill me—the same man she sent to kill my father. She blames me for destroying her family. For stealing you from her. Now she wants me out of the way.”

Jeremy’s face darkened, his jaw tightening as his hands clenched into fists.

“She’s gone too far this time,” he growled, his voice low and seething with anger. “I’m going to deal with her.”

Carter grabbed Jeremy’s hand, his eyes wide and desperate.

“Jeremy, it gets worse.” His voice wavered. “Matthew didn’t die. The paramedics resuscitated him, and I got the journal. Jeremy, I think your mother knows what happened that night. I want the truth to come to light, to clear my father’s name. But to do that…” Carter hesitated, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I need us to pretend that you didn’t make it out of that fire.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

Carter nodded, his expression resolute despite the tears.

“If she thinks you’re gone, it’ll drive her insane. She’ll slip up, Jeremy. She’ll say something, do something. And I’ll be there to catch it. I’ll use it to help my father.”

Jeremy hesitated, his brow furrowing as he looked at Carter.

“Carter… I don’t like this. Pretending to be dead… it’s dangerous. If my mother goes insane, she’ll blame you for my death, worse, try to kill you.”

“I know,” Carter admitted, his voice breaking. “But it’s the only way. Please, Jeremy. I need you to trust me.”

Jeremy’s shoulders slumped, and after a long moment, he nodded.

“Alright,” he said quietly. “I trust you.”

Carter wrapped his arms around Jeremy again, holding him tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for trusting me.”

***

Present day…

*

Jeremy pulled away from Carter, his eyes narrowing as he inspected him closely. His gaze fell to the blood staining Carter’s sleeve, and panic flickered across his face.

"You’re shot," he said, his voice trembling with concern.

Carter chuckled softly, trying to downplay the situation.

“It’s just a scratch,” he said with a lopsided grin. Slowly, he pulled up his blood-streaked white shirt, revealing a high-tech, advanced bulletproof vest beneath. The vest appeared to be leaking a red, gel-like substance that mimicked blood, but it had clearly saved his life.

“See? I was protected,” Carter said, his smile widening, though his face was pale with lingering adrenaline.

Jeremy exhaled shakily, his hand gently brushing over Carter’s vest as if to confirm he was truly unharmed.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” he muttered, his voice thick with emotion.

Carter placed a reassuring hand on Jeremy’s arm.

“At least we got the truth out,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with relief. “Justice can finally be served—for your father, your brother, Ethan, my father, and even my mother.”

Jeremy’s lips curved into a bittersweet smile as tears welled in his eyes. The pain of everything they’d lost seared through him like a fresh wound, but the weight of truth brought some solace. He pulled Carter into his arms, holding him tightly as if afraid to let him go.

Meanwhile, Laura, now handcuffed and being helped to her feet by officers, stared at her son with a mix of desperation and anguish. Her lips trembled as she called out, “Jeremy!”

But before Jeremy could respond, another voice rang out, sharp and filled with pure hatred.

“Laura!”

The voice made Laura freeze, her wide eyes snapping to the direction it came from. Standing there was Jeff, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His face was flushed with fury, his jaw tight.

“You think this was all a game to you?” Jeff yelled, his voice trembling with emotion. “We were all just pawns in your twisted game, weren’t we? So, what were Cole and me to you? Just mistakes? Just disposable pieces you could use and throw away?”

Laura shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face.

“No, Jeff. I loved you both—so much!” she cried.

“Loved us?” Jeff barked, his voice rising with each word. “Don’t you dare say that! If you loved us, you wouldn’t have killed Cole so easily. I heard everything, Laura. I was part of the plan,” he snarled, his voice breaking. “No wonder you always treated me differently. You never liked me, did you? You only saw me as an inconvenience!”

“That’s not true!” Laura sobbed, shaking her head vehemently. “It’s all a lie. Please, Jeff, let me explain…”

“Explain?” Jeremy cut her off, his voice sharp and full of venom. His eyes burned with rage as he stepped forward. “Even after all this, you’re still lying? You want to explain?” His voice shook as he gestured around them. “Fine. Let’s hear it. Let’s hear how you’re going to explain everything. All the lives you destroyed. All the pain you caused. Let’s hear how you justify killing your own family!”

Laura sobbed harder, her voice cracking as she pleaded, “Jeremy, please…”

“No,” Jeremy snapped, his voice like a whip. “Don’t you dare call my name. Don’t call any of our names. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t have a mother anymore. Parents disown their children, but today, Laura, I disown you.” His voice broke on the last words, but his resolve remained firm.

Laura’s knees buckled, and she wailed in agony, her cries echoing through the space.

“Jeremy, no! Please, don’t do this!”

Jeremy’s face hardened, though tears streamed down his cheeks.

“As far as I’m concerned,” he said coldly, “my mother died a long time ago.”

At his command, the officers began dragging Laura away. She screamed her children’s names, her voice raw and desperate, but no one turned to look at her. Her cries faded as she was led out of the room, her sobs cutting through the tense silence.

Jeremy stood still, his body trembling as fresh tears spilled down his face. He stared ahead, his gaze fixed on the spot where Laura had been. His voice cracked as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Jeff. I failed you. I failed all of you.”

Jeff, his own face streaked with tears, moved toward his brother. He reached out, taking Jeremy’s hands in his own.

“No, Jeremy,” he said firmly, his voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t fail. None of this is your fault. It was her. We were all just pawns in her game. But you’re not her. You’re not like her. You’re my brother, Jeremy, and nothing—not her, not anyone—can change that.”

Jeremy’s eyes met Jeff’s, and for a moment, the weight of their shared pain seemed to ease. Without a word, they pulled each other into a tight embrace, their sobs mingling as they clung to one another, finding comfort in their shared grief.

Carter watched them from a short distance, his hand resting on his wounded arm. A soft smile played on his lips, though his eyes glistened with unshed tears. Seeing Jeremy and Jeff together made him wonder how life might have been if Ethan were still around. He felt a pang of longing, a sense of deprivation for the love of a brother he never had the chance to truly know.

But more than anything, Carter felt pity. Pity for what Jeremy and Jeff had endured, for the scars they carried that no amount of justice could fully heal. Despite it all, there was hope. And for now, that was enough.

***

The soft hum of machines filled the sterile hospital room as Leonardo stirred. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, the harsh light above greeting him with sharp intensity. He winced, instinctively squinting as his vision adjusted. His whole body felt heavy, and a dull ache throbbed in his chest and limbs.

“Dad?”

The word came softly but carried weight, pulling Leonardo from the haze clouding his mind. As his vision sharpened, he saw Carter sitting beside him, a bright smile lighting his face. Carter’s hand was warm and firm as it held his.

“How are you feeling?” Carter asked gently, his voice warm with concern.

Leonardo blinked a few times, his mind struggling to catch up. His body ached, but it was the word Carter had just uttered that caused his breath to seize.

“What… what did you call me?” he croaked, his voice hoarse.

Carter’s smile widened, and he tilted his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Dad,” he said again, his tone teasing. “What else would I call you? You are my father, after all.”

Leonardo’s chest tightened as a wave of emotion swept over him. His throat felt thick, and his eyes became glassy. A tear slipped down his cheek as he whispered, “I just… I didn’t think I’d hear you call me that anytime soon.”

Carter chuckled softly, though his own eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Well, I did call you that,” he said, his voice breaking slightly, “when they were taking you away from that jail cell. I guess… I never stopped thinking of you as my dad, no matter what.”

Leonardo tried to sit up, but the sharp sting of pain in his ribs made him wince. Carter immediately rose from his chair, gently pressing a hand to his father’s shoulder.

“Don’t do that. You’re still healing,” he said softly.

But Leonardo didn’t seem to care about the pain. His tear-filled gaze locked onto Carter’s, and he reached up, taking his son’s hand in his own.

“I love you so much, Carter,” he said, his voice trembling. “No matter what happens, the best thing in the world is seeing you happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”

Carter’s smile faltered as he sniffled, blinking back tears.

“And the best thing for me,” he said firmly, “is seeing you free, Dad. Seeing you walk anywhere you want without looking over your shoulder, without worrying someone’s going to come after you.”

Leonardo’s face softened, though there was a shadow of resignation in his eyes. He gave a small, sad smile.

“Carter,” he murmured, “you need to understand that might never happen. I’ve been in prison for over a decade. I’ve gotten used to it.”

Carter’s expression hardened, his brows drawing together.

“What if I told you…” he said, his voice tinged with anticipation, “that you’re a free man right now? That you can walk out of here and go anywhere you want?”

Leonardo chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“Then I’d say you dream too much, son.”

Carter’s face grew serious, and he leaned closer.

“No, Dad,” he said firmly. “You’re free. I proved your innocence.”

Leonardo’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he stared at Carter in disbelief.

“What?” he whispered. “How? How did you do it?”

Carter sighed, sitting back down.

“You might want to brace yourself,” he said, his voice somber.

He took a deep breath before launching into the whole story, recounting every painful detail—the truth about Laura, her manipulation, her crimes, and the evidence that finally exposed her.

By the time Carter finished, Leonardo’s face was pale, his jaw slack with shock. His eyes bulged as he tried to process everything.

“I can’t believe it,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “Laura… she made my life miserable, and all this time, she was the one who—”

“She was the one who caused it all,” Carter interjected, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. “Even before I really knew her, she destroyed my life in ways I didn’t even realize. She killed Ethan. She killed Elena. She deprived me of the love of a brother and a mother.” His voice cracked as he looked down at his lap, his shoulders trembling. “She’s caused so much pain in my life, Dad, I don’t even know where to start.”

Leonardo reached out, his hand trembling as he placed it over Carter’s.

“You’re strong, Carter,” he said softly, his voice filled with pride. “We’re going to overcome this—together. You’ve come so far, and now, all those people she hurt… they can finally get justice. And it’s because of you.”

Carter sniffled, lifting his tear-streaked face to meet his father’s gaze.

“Do you think Ethan would be proud of me?” he whispered.

Leonardo’s smile was gentle, his eyes filled with warmth.

“Proud?” he repeated. “Ethan is probably looking down at you right now, smiling brighter than he ever did. He knows you’re going to be the best dad to those kids, Carter. The kind of father he never got to have or the kind of father he would have been. I know I am lucky to have a son like you and they’re gonna be lucky to have you as their dad. Ethan… Elena… they’re proud of you. Even your father is proud of you… just know that.”

That was all it took for Carter to break down completely. He leaned forward, resting his head against Leonardo’s chest as sobs wracked his body. Leonardo wrapped an arm around him, holding him close despite the pain it caused his healing body.

“It’s going to be okay,” Leonardo murmured, his voice soft and soothing. “We’re going to be okay. Together.”

The room fell into a peaceful silence, broken only by Carter’s quiet sobs and the rhythmic beeping of the machines. For the first time in a long time, both father and son felt a sliver of hope in the midst of all the pain.

***

The room was quiet, save for the faint ticking of a clock on the wall. Jeremy sat on the edge of his bed, the dim light from the nearby lamp casting a soft glow over him. His hands trembled as they passed over a worn picture of Ethan, his late husband. Ethan’s bright, carefree smile stared back at him, frozen in a time when the world had seemed so much kinder.

Jeremy’s fingers traced the edges of the photograph, lingering over Ethan’s face. The memories came rushing back—Ethan laughing, his eyes crinkling with genuine joy, his voice teasing Jeremy out of his dark moods. But behind every happy memory was a shadow, a creeping darkness that Jeremy couldn’t ignore.

“I failed you,” Jeremy whispered, his voice breaking. His chest ached with guilt, a weight pressing down on him like a storm cloud. “If I hadn’t been in your life… you might still be alive. You’d be somewhere safe, somewhere happy.”

His vision blurred as tears slid down his cheeks. The guilt was relentless, clawing at his insides. It wasn’t just about Ethan’s death—it was about all of it. Every decision, every misstep, every moment he thought he was protecting Ethan but was only leading him closer to ruin.

A faint sound broke through his thoughts, the clearing of a throat. Jeremy startled, quickly swiping at his eyes with his sleeve. When he turned, he saw Carter standing near the doorway, his expression soft yet serious.

Jeremy inhaled sharply, hastily putting the picture aside.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, avoiding Carter’s gaze.

Carter stepped into the room, his footsteps light but purposeful. He walked over and sat down beside Jeremy, close enough that their shoulders almost touched. Jeremy stiffened, still unable to meet his eyes.

“What are you sorry for?” Carter asked quietly, his voice gentle but probing.

Jeremy swallowed hard, his hands clenching and unclenching on his lap.

“For everything,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “For what my mother did to you. To your family. I didn’t realize… I didn’t see it until now.”

His voice cracked as he spoke, and he turned his head away, trying to keep his emotions in check. But it was too late; the tears were already falling again.

“I always told you that people like Leonardo… their poison runs so deep it settles in their children, too. But I was wrong. I should’ve been talking about myself.”

Jeremy finally turned to look at Carter, his eyes red and glistening.

“You don’t deserve me, Carter,” he said, his voice trembling. “You deserve someone better. Someone who hasn’t brought you so much pain. Someone who can love you the way you…”

Before he could finish, Carter reached out and placed a hand on Jeremy’s knee, stopping him mid-sentence.

“I have found that person,” Carter said firmly, his eyes locking onto Jeremy’s. “And it’s you.”

Jeremy froze, his lips parting in surprise.

Carter gave a soft, bittersweet smile.

“Jeremy, you might have said those things in anger, but if I were in your shoes, I would’ve done the same, maybe even worse. You were hurting. You’ve always been hurting, and I understand that now.”

Jeremy’s breath hitched, and he shook his head, his hands trembling.

“Carter, I—”

“Love isn’t about being perfect,” Carter interrupted, his voice steady yet emotional. “It’s about forgiving each other, about choosing each other even when things get hard. Family isn’t about blood—it’s about the people who stand by you, who stay when everything falls apart.” He paused, his hand tightening slightly on Jeremy’s knee. “And you’ve stood by me, even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when you thought I hated you.”

Jeremy’s tears flowed freely now, and he finally looked at Carter fully, his walls crumbling.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I don’t know how to love without breaking everything I touch.”

Carter reached up, cupping Jeremy’s cheek gently.

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he said, his voice unwavering. “We’ll start over. Away from all this pain, from everything that’s hurt us. A new place, a new house. A fresh start.”

Jeremy searched Carter’s eyes, his own filled with vulnerability and hope.

“You really think we can do that?”

“I know we can,” Carter said with conviction. “Because we’ve already survived the worst. And now, it’s time to live for the best.”

Jeremy let out a shaky breath, leaning into Carter’s touch.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words almost a plea.

Carter’s eyes softened, his thumb brushing against Jeremy’s cheek.

“I love you too,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “More than anything.”

In that moment, the weight of their pain seemed to lift, if only a little. They leaned into each other, their foreheads touching as they let their emotions flow freely.

As they sat there, holding onto one another, the world outside seemed to fade away. It didn’t matter where they had been or what they had endured. What mattered was where they were going—together.

Jeremy’s gaze drifted down to Carter’s arm, and his brow furrowed as he noticed the bandage peeking out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. Slowly, he reached out, lifting the fabric to reveal the cleanly wrapped wound beneath.

“Does it still hurt?” Jeremy asked, his voice low but filled with concern.

Carter tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“It’s just a scratch,” he replied lightly. “You really shouldn’t be worried about that.”

But Jeremy didn’t seem convinced. His fingers lingered near the bandage, careful and tentative, before his eyes met Carter’s. The vulnerability in Jeremy’s gaze was unmistakable. They stayed like that, close and quiet, their foreheads resting against each other, their breaths mingling.

Carter raised his hand, the calloused palm brushing gently against Jeremy’s cheek. His touch was soft, almost reverent, as though Jeremy might disappear if he pressed too hard. Jeremy’s breath hitched, the space between them charged with unspoken emotions.

Then, to Jeremy’s surprise, Carter broke the silence. His voice was steady but tinged with vulnerability.

“Make love to me,” Carter whispered, his eyes unwavering. “Let’s finally unite as one.”

Jeremy froze, his breath caught in his throat. He pulled back just enough to search Carter’s face, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Carter nodded, his expression earnest.

“I don’t think there’s a better moment than this,” he said. “I want to be yours, Jeremy. Completely.”

A wave of emotions crashed over Jeremy—fear, excitement, love, and something deeper that he couldn’t quite name. His pulse raced, his thoughts spinning as he stared into Carter’s eyes. It was as if the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of them in this fragile, beautiful moment.

He hesitated for a heartbeat longer before leaning in, his lips brushing softly against Carter’s. The kiss was gentle at first, testing the waters, but it quickly deepened, passion igniting between them. Their mouths moved together, slow and deliberate, as though they had all the time in the world.

Jeremy’s hands found their way to Carter’s waist, pulling him closer, while Carter’s fingers tangled in Jeremy’s hair, anchoring him. The kiss grew more intense, their breaths growing harsher as the barriers between them began to crumble.

Jeremy’s hands slipped under Carter’s shirt, his fingers grazing the warm skin beneath. Carter shivered at the contact, his own hands tugging at Jeremy’s shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. They broke apart for only a second, their eyes locking, before their mouths found each other again with a newfound urgency.

Clothes were shed piece by piece, falling to the floor in a trail that marked their journey to the bed. Each touch, each kiss, was filled with unspoken promises and raw emotion. By the time they tumbled onto the mattress, they were bare, their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. It was the first time they saw each other naked.

Jeremy hovered over Carter, his hands framing the younger man’s face as he looked down at him.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Carter nodded, his hands running down Jeremy’s back.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he murmured, his eyes glistening with trust and love.

Jeremy lowered himself, their lips meeting again as they let themselves get lost in each other. It wasn’t just about passion—it was about connection, about healing, about finally letting go of the pain that had weighed them down for so long.

Jeremy’s hands moved to Carter’s waist, his touch gentle but sure. Slowly, his hands roamed upward, Carter shivered, his breath hitching when Jeremy’s lips found their way to his neck, planting warm, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there.

Carter tilted his head back, giving Jeremy better access as quiet gasps escaped his lips. Jeremy’s mouth moved lower, kissing the curve of Carter’s shoulder before trailing down his chest. His lips found one of Carter’s nipples, teasing it gently with his tongue, and Carter let out a soft moan, his fingers threading through Jeremy’s hair.

Jeremy’s eyes darkened as he raised his head, staring deep into Carter’s eyes. Carter could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against his stomach. He reached for the lube, coating his cock generously before slightly parting Carter’s legs, positioning himself in between him, reaching for the entrance.

Carter took a deep breath, his body tensing as Jeremy pushed against him. Carter could feel the resistance, the tightness of his hole as Jeremy tried to penetrate him. Jeremy leaned down, his lips finding him in a fierce, passionate as he slowly pushed forward.

“Relax, baby,’ he murmured against his mouth.

Carter took a deep, nervous breath, trying to relax as Jeremy slowly pushed forward. He could feel the head of his cock slipping inside him, stretching him open. It had been a really long while since he'd had anything inside him, and the sensation was intense. A low moan escaped his lips as Jeremy slowly began to push deeper.

“Fuck, you're so big,” he gasped, his fingers digging into Jeremy’s arms.

Jeremy paused, giving him time to adjust, his cock buried halfway inside him. He could feel the heat of his body, the tightness of his hole gripping him like a vice.

“You feel so good,” Jeremy murmured against his mouth. “So fucking tight and hot around my cock.”

Jeremy continued moving in, kissing Carter passionately as he went in deeper, the sensations threatening to take him. Carter moaned, his body relaxing as Jeremy began to move, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper into him. He could feel every inch of him, the way his body stretched to accommodate him, the way his muscles clenched around him.

Jeremy groaned, his hips moving slowly, his cock sliding in and out of him in a steady rhythm. Carter moaned, his hips bucking against Jeremy, his body craving more.

“Oh God, Jeremy… right there,” He panted. “I want to feel you deeper.”

Jeremy's eyes darkened with desire, and he gripped Carter’s hips tighter, his fingers digging into his flesh. He pulled back and then slammed into him, his cock filling him completely. Carter gasped, his body arching off the bed as Jeremy began to fuck him deeper, his hips moving in a steady, slow relentless rhythm.

“Oh fuck, Carter, do you love that,” He moaned, sliding deeper, hitting the boy’s pleasure button.

Carter’s hands found themselves clenching on the sheets, gripping them harder as Jeremy claimed him. He could only moan in response, his body writhing beneath Jeremy as he pounded into him slowly. He could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched him open, the way his cock slid in and out of him with a wet, sucking sound.

“Oh, yes,” Carter gasped, his hands gripping Jeremy’s back, his fingers digging into his flesh as he urged him for more. “Just like that. Make me yours, Jeremy….”

Jeremy growled, his hips slapping against Carter’s ass as he fucked him deeper, his cock sliding in and out of me with a steady, sweet rhythm.

Carter could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched him open, the way his cock hit that spot deep inside him that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. He knew it wasn’t gonna take long as each thrust sent ripples through him, the pressure building in his balls.

“Shit!”

Jeremy could feel the heat of Carter’s body, the way his muscles tensed as he fucked him, the way his breath came in short, sharp gasps.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the wet, slapping sound of skin on skin, the low moans and grunts that escaped their lips. Jeremy growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Carter.

Jeremy could feel himself going over the edge with each thrust, feeling like his head was about to explode. His rhythm and his breaths changed, thrusting in deeper. Carter on the other hand could feel himself getting closer as his cock slid between their stomachs, each friction nearing his end, their breaths were now frantic.

“I am gonna come!” Jeremy panted, sweat dripping down his back.

Jeremy moved faster, his grip tightening on Carter as he continued to pound into him. He could feel the pressure building, the familiar tightness in his balls that he hadn’t felt in years as he neared his release. He was close, so fucking close.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Carter gasped, his body tensing as Jeremy hit that spot deep inside him again and again. “I'm gonna come!”

“Cum baby…” Jeremy was out of breath as his movements quickened. “…I will cum with you!”

Jeremy's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned down, his lips finding Carter’s in a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue pushing into his mouth, tangling with his.

“Let’s cum together!”

His words sent a jolt of electricity through Carter, and he felt his orgasm building again, the pressure in his balls intensifying with each thrust of his cock. He could feel Jeremy's body tensing on top of him, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he neared his own release.

“Fuck, baby,” Jeremy panted, his voice strained. “I'm gonna come inside you.”

Carter moaned, his body writhing beneath his husband as he pushed back against him. "

“Come inside me, Jeremy. Fill me up with your hot Cum.”

Jeremy's grip on Carter’s hips tightened, his fingers digging into his flesh as he began to pound into me with a ferocity that took Carter’s breath away. He was close, and so was carter. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through Carter, and he could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls intensifying with each thrust of his cock.

He could feel Jeremy’s cock throbbing inside him, the head swelling as he neared his release. He pushed back against him, his body chasing the pleasure he was giving him. Jeremy's breath suddenly hitched, and he let out a low groan as he began to come undone. His cock throbbed inside Carter, pulsing hot streams of come that filled me up, coating his insides with his sticky, warm seed. Carter could feel every spurt, every jet of his release as he emptied himself inside him.

“Fuck, I am coming," Carter moaned, his body convulsing as he came, my cock pulsing in time with his, hot come shooting out in between their stomachs. It seemed to be a lot and it wouldn’t stop.

After what felt like hours of coming, both of them stopped, breathless. Jeremy collapsed on top of him, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath. Carter could feel Jeremy’s heart pounding against his chest, his cock still pulsing inside him as he slowly pulled out.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they tried to recover from the intense pleasure they had just shared.

Jeremy raised his head and pressed his forehead against Carter’s, whispering his name like a prayer.

“I love you,” he said, his voice trembling with raw emotion.

Carter’s response was immediate, his voice thick with tears.

“I love you too... so much.”

“Sorry for the mess.” Jeremy chuckled nervously, referring to how sticky they were.

Carter chuckled and said “it was worth it. And he would do it all over again.”

Jeremy laughed. “Is that an invitation?”

Carter blushed. “Maybe!”

Jeremy smiled and leaned to capture those sweet, swollen lips in a fiery kiss. Once more, they found themselves making love, this time slow, passionate and filled with love and promises. They might have been through a lot but at that time, they knew that their new life had began and they were ready to start over

To be continued….