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College was everything Brady had hoped for and more. The University of Chicago was alive with energy, full of brilliant professors, engaging classes, and students from all over the world. Brady threw himself into his coursework, immersing himself in literature and philosophy, losing hours in the university library surrounded by stacks of books. He loved the intellectual atmosphere, the late-night discussions in dorm lounges, the endless opportunities to learn and grow.
Socially, he thrived too. His quick wit and dry humor made him a natural fit for the campus culture. He joined a student literary society and even signed up for a small theater group, surprising himself with how much he enjoyed performing. But no matter how many friends he made or how busy his days were, one thing was always missing: David.
For David, life at MIT was equally exhilarating. The intensity of the coursework was daunting, but he thrived under the pressure. Coding projects, lab experiments, and problem sets consumed most of his time, but he loved every second of it. He joined a robotics club, where he worked with other students to build innovative machines, and quickly found himself part of a tight-knit group of friends who shared his passion for technology.
Still, he missed Brady. Every night, no matter how late it was or how tired he felt, he made time to call him. Their conversations were the highlight of his day, a small moment of calm in the whirlwind of his new life.
Brady felt the same--hearing David's voice, even through a phone, was enough to make everything feel a little more manageable.
By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, they were both counting down the days until they could see each other again. For Brady, the drive back to Peoria felt like a dream. He could barely focus on the words his dad was saying from the driver's seat, his mind fixed entirely on David. No phone call could replace actually being together.
When the car finally pulled into the driveway, Brady practically leapt out, eager to get inside and settle back into the comforts of home. Yet his mind buzzed with anticipation. David would be over that evening. It had been months since they'd last seen each other, and the thought of being in the same room again made Brady's heart race.
By the time David arrived, Brady could barely contain himself. The doorbell rang, and he nearly knocked over a chair in his rush to get to the door.
David was there, standing on the porch with a shy smile, his arms slightly outstretched. Brady froze for a moment, taking him in, before pulling him into the tightest hug imaginable.
"I missed you so much," Brady whispered, his voice cracking.
"I missed you too," David murmured, burying his face in Brady's shoulder.
The night passed in a blur of catching up, laughter, and smiles that wouldn't quit. Brady's parents were warm and welcoming as ever, and David fit seamlessly into the Gallagher household, just like always. But all Brady could think about was when they'd finally be alone.
Eventually, after the dishes were cleared and polite goodnights exchanged, Brady led David upstairs to his room. As soon as the door closed, the atmosphere shifted.
David turned to him, their eyes locking, and suddenly they were both moving at once. Brady grabbed David by the waist, pulling him close as their lips collided in a kiss that was equal parts desperate and tender.
David's hands found their way to Brady's curly auburn hair, tugging gently as they pressed closer together, as if the months apart had left an insatiable need to feel every part of each other.
Brady backed up toward the bed, pulling David with him. Their movements were urgent, frantic even, but layered with the undeniable joy of being in each other's arms again.
"I missed this," David breathed against Brady's lips, his voice low and filled with emotion.
Brady nodded, his hands sliding up David's back. "Me too. God, me too."
Their kisses deepened, each one more intense than the last, and when they finally fell back onto the bed, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them, their love rekindling like a flame that had never truly gone out.
Between kisses, their clothes were removed piece by piece, until they were naked in front of each other once again.
This time, David did something he had never done before. He crouched down below Brady, and, lifting up his thighs, exposed his tight pink anus. Brady's face lit up as he realised he was going to get his first rimjob. David's mouth and tongue slurped frantically as he ate out Brady. Brady rocked his butt back and forth, getting into a rhythm with what David was doing. The feeling of David's warm tongue on his most intimate area was everything he could have hoped for.
After the rimjob, Brady told David to stand, while he crouched down. When he did, he could smell the familiar smell of David's junk. It drove him crazy. He sucked David off like a whore, and it didn't take long for David to spurt a massive load of hot white cum into his hungry mouth. Brady looked up at David and smiled as cum dripped out of the corner of his mouth. They quickly went back to kissing on the bed. There were tongues everywhere. It was pure insatiable love and lust fuelling their passion. Brady stuck his dick in-between David's thighs and pumped in and out. He didn't know if there was a word for what he was doing; he just followed his instincts. The pumping action and the sheer joy of kissing his boyfriend meant he didn't take long to orgasm. David moaned in pleasure as he felt Brady's warm semen spread between his legs and into his ass crack.
After Brady came, he felt a rush of love hormones as he looked into his lover's eyes and smiled. "I fucking love you David Sanchez" he said, a bit too loudly. David smiled back. "I love you too Brady Gallagher."
Meanwhile, Ellen and Joe were lying in bed, each reading a book. "What's all that noise from Brady's room?" Joe asked Ellen, sounding puzzled. "I guess him and David are just happy to see each other again..." Ellen replied, with a wry smile.