“Will? I need you over here.”
I blinked at the quiet seriousness of TJ’s tone. “Ok, but my car was acting up today, I’ll have to walk. Might take me fifteen minutes or so.”
“That’s fine. Just be here soon as you can, ok?”
“TJ, what the hell’s going on?”
He gave an excruciatingly heavy sigh then said, “Cass came out to Doug. As you can imagine, it didn’t go well. He’s here now and—”
“I’ll be right there.”
My walk was a run and I made it to TJ’s in record time.
The second I walked in the door I saw TJ on one end of the couch and Cass on the other. The TV was on low and they’d both been staring into space, until I walked in. Cass looked up, but didn’t come to me. He looked like hell.
“I told you not to call him,” he mumbled, shooting a look at TJ.
“I have to go do… something.”
I stepped into his path. “Don’t push me away.”
Finally, he looked up, his face hard. “Damn you, why’d you have to come here?” he snapped, voice cracking. “I was holding it together, but…” Cass gripped and crumpled my shirt as he shook his head. “I was going to tough this out. I can’t… if you’re here…”
“Too bad, then. I’m not going anywhere.”
Giving what sounded like a half snort, half bitter chuckle, he threw his arms around me and broke into sobs. TJ got up, gave me a relieved nod, and left us. I pulled Cass tight.
“You staying here?”
“Okay. Why don’t we go to whatever room you’re staying in?”
“I think pizza’s coming,” he said, voice muffled against my shirt.
“’Kay, let’s sit here then.”
And that’s what we did, just sat, and then ate, while TJ looked on with features tight with concern. Once we’d all had a beer or two, the tension eased up, though I knew TJ well enough to sense his displeasure—thankfully with Doug and not myself, despite the fact I followed Cass into the guest room with obvious intentions to stay the night.
“Cass, you haven’t said much,” I told him, closing the door behind us. “And you don’t have to. I just want to know if you’re alright.”
Pulling off his shirt and cargo shorts, Cass said nothing, but he stepped in front of me and put his arms around my neck. Then he shook his head. “I’m not ok,” he said in a voice muffled by my shirt. “I will be…eventually.”
There wasn’t much to say to that—reassurances would ring hollow—so I simply held him tighter. Eventually, he sighed and grew lax in my arms. “I’m tired.” Turning, he threw back the comforter and, after shucking off his cargo shorts, flopped into the bed. Then patted the space next to him.
I pulled off my jeans, laid down, and Cass was immediately burrowing into me—head in the dip of my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine, one hand gripping my own.
That was how we stayed most of the night. Cass was asleep within seconds, the toll of the day overtaking him. Sleep didn’t come as easily to me; my mind liked to spin.
This was a damn big step for Cass, coming out to a parent, and I hoped he’d done it voluntarily. Maybe tomorrow I could get the whole story from him. Thank heaven it was Sunday and he didn’t have to deal with work. Christ, that would be a whole other issue.
Would Doug out him? Given how “sinful” he felt it was, probably not—but you never knew with these things. When people were hurt and confused, they did stupid things.
I blew out a breath. There wasn’t anything I wanted more than to be Cass’ protector. Sadly, that wasn’t what either of us needed. Cass had to fight his own battles and we both had our own paths to tread.
My mind flashed a vision of Cass forging ahead with someone else at his side and I almost growled. Wow. Not good. I was leaving, I reminded myself. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to continue this relationship, but I had no idea how Cass would deal with my absence—especially now. As proud as I was of Cass coming out, the timing was awful. I didn’t want to leave or hurt him.
Looking down at his head in the crook of my shoulder, my breath tightened. We had to talk. We would. Right now, though, he needed stability. There was time yet. Besides, hadn’t he seen my plane tickets already? He knew the deal.
Taking deep, steady breaths, I forced my body into a calmer place, and was just nodding off when I felt Cass shifting beside me. His lips ghosted over my neck before he pushed my shirt aside to nip my collarbone.
“You awake?” he breathed against my skin.
I chuckled. “Am now.”
“Put your hands on me,” he demanded in a quiet voice, and I remembered exactly whose house we were in now.
“Cass…” I put my hands on his arms to nudge him back, but all I could do was give a gentle squeeze. “Wait.”
His head came up in the dark. There was just enough moonlight through the blinds to see the confusion on his face. “Why?”
Lord, I felt like a teenager again with parents in the other room.
“This probably isn’t the best place for this.”
“It’s late,” he said, kissing my chest between words, “and Uncle TJ is a deep sleeper.”
I groaned. “Still…” It was difficult to form words when his hard body was atop mine, with the scent of him drifting over me. The fact he’d had a shit day should’ve made me pause, put space between us—make him settle down and sleep. Instead, all I could think of was how he’d been hurt by someone who should love him unconditionally, and that made me want to wrap him up against me and give him pleasure until he forgot the crappy world around him and everything in it. I wanted to fill his mind and body, make him glow, make him feel as special and amazing as he really was.
“Will,” he said softly, “I need you tonight. We’ve waited so long, I can’t…” His voice broke and I could feel my heart break with it. I couldn’t say no to him—not now, not when he needed it the most.
Palming his face, I nodded. “Ok.”
His moonlit smile sent a thrill through me.
“What do you need, babe?” I asked, because that was the crucial question here. What could I give him that he needed most?
“I need to be yours.”
That sounded wonderful, but… “You gotta be more specific.”
With a sigh and a pout, he tilted his head and told me, “Specific, huh? Fuck me.” Then he leaned up over me and kissed my mouth. “That work for you?”
I gave a happy laugh and squeezed his ass as he straddled me. Then he paused. “But, umm,” he said, “I don’t have much experience with this.”
I blinked. “You’re not…?”
“No,” he chuckled, “I’m not a virgin—but I’ve only been on the receiving end once before and, well, it wasn’t so great.” Instantly, I wanted to know what had happened, if he’d been hurt. Cass wasn’t interested in dwelling on the past, though. His arms moved around my neck, his lips brushing mine. “But with you,” he said, “god, I want you inside me. Need you inside me.”
A painful groan escaped me. Any time I’d entered a guy for his first time (and it had been a while, of course), I’d always felt I was deflowering him—which had been an honor and amazing—but painting over unpleasant memories of a bad first time? That was a whole other challenge, and one I’d take seriously even if this wasn’t Cass I was with. But it was Cass, and what was more, he was in a vulnerable emotional state already. He was going to need guidance and I would need patience.
“Cass,” I started, “you’ve had a rough day. Tonight might not be—” My voice left me as a hand slipped beneath my boxers to palm my cock, which was already hard.
“You were saying?”
“That’s unfair.” My voice barely made it past my lips, my hips were already swaying into him. Maybe I wasn’t going to be the one orchestrating this after all.
“All’s fair in love and sex.”
I grinned. “I think that’s a misquote.”
“Shut up,” he said, grinning back at me. Then, leaning over, he kissed me silent.
His lips against mine took my breath away. As I put my arms about him, our bodies moved in synced; lips swaying in rhythm, mouths locked and tongues entwined. The unfulfilled hunger between us finally able to be quenched.
When we broke apart, it was only to toss our shirts aside. I quickly yanked off my boxers as well, though Cass kept his for the moment. That was fine. We could take this a step at a time. Though when our bare chests came together…
“Oh, yesss,” Cass hissed. I shushed him, but I felt it too, an electric current buzzing between us as we touched. Both of us had a sparse scattering of chest hair, and I sighed as Cass nuzzled against my belly. “You’ve got a treasure trail,” he said, kissing along the line of course hair.
“My ‘jewels’ are hardly hidden,” I chuckled as my cock twitched.
With a smile and a happy sigh, he rubbed a cheek over my hip and slid his hand lightly over my shaft. Though I didn’t want to push him into anything, it was torture having his mouth so close but not over my cock. My hips thrust up without my consent and Cass chuckled.
“I’m teasing you, aren’t I?”
“Uh, yeah, just a little,” I breathed.
Shifting up, Cass looked down at me with suddenly somber eyes. “Thank you for staying here.”
“Not exactly a chore to be with you like this,” I told him, brushing fingers along his chin. He leaned down then, kissing me deeply before he swung a leg over my shoulders.
“Let’s both help us get ready for more,” he said, then dropped his hot mouth over my cock. I gasped, took hold of the lovely prick above me, and licked and sucked the best I could in my position. Looked like Cass enjoyed taking the lead sometimes. That was fine—but by the time I was fit to burst, I had to nudge him off me. His cock had been heavy and musky in my mouth and I’d loved it. The position hadn’t been ideal, though, and I was pushing past the point of no return. The last thing I wanted to do was rush him, so I needed to start prepping him now.
“Will,” Cass said with a surprised breathlessness as I moved him down to the bed and hovered over his hips. “You’re so… I can’t believe we’re finally alone together this way.”
That made two of us. Peppering his face and neck with kisses, I said against his skin, “You’re beautiful, Cass. I’m so happy to be here.” His thighs spread wider as I settled over him and good god, I’d never felt anything so perfect.
“Let me take care of you,” I told him, gliding a finger down between his full cheeks. With a gasp and a nod, he allowed me to press my face into his most sensitive, secret places. And from the moan he gave when I licked the tight bud of his ass, he’d never been explored that way before, which made the whole situation more heady—and far more special.
Slowly, gently, I pressed the blunt tip of my finger inside him, all the while rimming that sweet hole of his. The tremor the move sent through him made me lightheaded. A hand tangled in my hair and pressed my face more firmly against him, and I loved every moment. His insistence, his scent, his movements.
But lord, I wouldn’t last long at this rate.
Apparently we were on the same page. “I need more,” he ground out in a labored, hushed voice. Along with his words, he pushed his ass down, impaling my finger deeper inside. “More,” he groaned.
I obeyed. First two, then three fingers moved inside him. By that point we were both sweating with anticipation and need.
Moving up over him, I asked, “How would you be most comfortable?”
Cass gave a little groan and bit his lip. “Dunno. Haven’t done this much before, remember?”
True. What I didn’t tell him was that I’d never bottomed myself. Ever.
“Maybe easiest if you stay there,” I said, “and let me do the work.” I grinned and kissed the crook of his shoulder as I spoke and he wrapped his arms around me. “Mmm. Sounds good. Get to work then, huh?”
Dipping down to lick a nipple—which I would guess was another first from the way he jumped and moaned—I stroked his length. “Condom?” I asked.
“Oh, shit. Right! Hang on.”
He was young and he was gay, I had faith he’d have one. Though the fact he’d almost forgotten surprised me.
“Here.” He shoved a wrapper into my hand that he’d grabbed from somewhere—bedside table maybe? I didn’t let myself wonder, I simply rolled the protection onto my weeping cock and leaned back over him, kissing him, relaxing him.
As his muscles eased, I guided my cock to his portal and pushed. He tensed.
“I’ve got you,” I assured him, dropping kisses over his shoulders and chest. “Open up for me.” His body trembled—with anticipation or nerves, I wasn’t sure—and I nudged the head of my cock inside him. We both gasped.
“Are you ok?” I asked at the same moment he grabbed my hips and groaned, “Don’t stop there, please.”
I had to take a breath so I wouldn’t blow right then and there, and eased further inside him. His face, with eyes shut tight and cheeks flushed, was beautiful. All our earlier playfulness melted away as we melded our bodies together.
“Will…” he breathed, and his voice went straight to my heart.
“Cass.” I kissed his mouth and nipped a shoulder as I felt him trying to adjust to the feeling of my cock so deep inside him. As we settled against one another, I noticed my knee creeping to the edge of the bed. ”I’m falling off the bed over here. I need to shift.”
“Ok, just…move slow.”
I inched left and he sucked in a breath. “Not so fast!” That was easier said than done; he felt my movement when I barely twitched, sensitive thing he was. And with my legs tucked under his and my thighs spread to there limit, it would’ve been easier for me to just pull out and then get ourselves positioned better.
“No! Don’t move away! Please!” Cass begged when I leaned back. His hands gripped my ass again and he pushed himself down on my cock.
Well, hell. I wasn’t going anywhere. I could handle being a bit uncomfortable for this. For him.
“God, you’re so big.”
“Size queen?” I teased.
He drew in a shuddering breath. “Shut up.” I adjusted my hips more comfortably and he hissed. “I can feel every move you make…inside me.”
Christ, he was sensitive. Which only make my cock ache to plunder him, but I had better restraint than that…barely.
Cass took a breath then dug his fingers into my ass and demanded, “I need you. Move.”
I started slow, and he rocked with me. This needed to be good for him, and no matter how overwhelmed I was and how much I wanted to thrust hard, I was going to take my time.
His arms clutched me tight and he lifted his legs. “More.” God, yes.
Everywhere our skin we touched felt shaken and electric, as if a storm was blowing about me, thrilling every nerve even as it threatened to shatter me apart. And the irony that he needed to feel wanted didn’t escape me. He had no idea how much I needed him, did he?
“Yes, Will!” His fingers gripped and clawed at me and I’d never felt so encompassed by another. He was the one opening me up. Somehow, the way he allowed himself to be so vulnerable with me now, during one of the hardest times of his life, triggered something within myself as well. I wanted to do the same with him, and with every thrust I felt myself breaking open.
Sex had been good with Nate, but it had never been like this. I couldn’t remember Nate ever laying himself this naked. I hadn’t either.
Cass began to shove himself down on my shaft and I clutch his hips with a gasp. I saw him smile at that, and I was more than happy to let him enjoy himself and how he could make me squirm. Something struck me deep in the chest as he grasped my hand.
“Go away!” I shouted, not giving a shit about anything or anyone but Cass and his pleasure. There were mumbles then footsteps fading.
“Will!” he breathed, wrapped around me in every way. “Harder—I want to feel you for days!”
I gasped for air as his words struck it from me. My face buried in his neck as I held him cradled to me and I could do nothing but obey him. “Jesus,” I muttered, slamming home inside him. All I could think of was if and when we could do this without barriers, of when I could fill him with my cream.
My body burned, running toward the edge and glowing with a fire I hadn’t felt since… since when? Had I ever? Cass did something to me, reached inside me to places I hadn’t known were numb until he woke them. And every time our bodies pushed together, we trembled and soared on a storm filled sea.
“Will! Oh, yes!”
Then the waters took me under and I came without warning or effort, my orgasm filling and flooding me. In the wake of that blissful storm, with Cass echoing his climax in my ears, I felt wrecked, scattered to pieces and left to bask on the calm shore. Hollowed out and new.
The emotion, and what it meant, was as peaceful as it was frightening, because this was not what I had expected, and I sure as hell wasn’t ready for it.
We lay in a heap for a while, breathing, recovering. I managed to toss the condom wrapper in the trash next to the bed, but not much else.
“Wow, I thought for sure I’d explode first.” Cass chuckled.
“Your youth must be rubbing off on me.”
“That’s not the only thing I’m rubbing off on you.”
I grinned over at him, my worries falling away—for the moment anyway. I loved this playfulness of his, and it was especially fun after sex. And after the day he’d had, I was damn glad to see him smile. Too many people made sex too serious. Hell, I’d been one of those people myself. But there was something special in a lover that could laugh with you.
“Hang on,” Cass said, hopping up from the bed and slipping out of the room. A short while later, I heard the toilet flush and he came back into bed, though he buried his face in the sheets.
“What’s this? You can’t be shy now,” I chortled.
“It’s embarrassing,” came his muffled voice.
His head lifted slightly, “That getting fucked made me have to take a huge shit.”
I had to bury my face in the pillow to stifle my laughter, because that was both fucking cute and damn hilarious.
“It’s not funny!” But he was laughing with me. After we’d collected ourselves, Cass pressed in close against me, our damp, naked skin against each other, and told me, “I’ve never done that before.”
“Which part? The crapping after sex?”
He sat up enough to punch my arm. “No, I came with barely touching my cock.” He lay back down and put his hands over his face. “God, you’re good.”
I laughed, happy to see him smile, delighted to see him embarrassed. Kissing his hands, I pulled them away to smother his mouth. “You’re amazing.”
Hell, the whole night had been amazing. The next morning, however, not so much.
I woke before Cass, thankfully, and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, only to find one already made, and TJ at his kitchen table. He was sipping slowly and watching me with narrow eyes.
I was familiar with his moods, so I just helped myself to a mug and stayed silent.
The moment I sat at the table he said in chiseled words, “Did you have a good night?”
I studied him, took a sip, and nodded. “I did. Cass had an even better one. You gonna take issue with it?”
With a sigh, he deflated, but his annoyance, and protectiveness, was still there. “No, I don’t…but…” His voice changed tone and his eyes focused over my shoulder. “No more overnight visits.”
Turning, I saw Cass frozen in the doorway.