“What made you get it? And why so big? Not that that’s a bad thing. It’s hot as fuck. I’m justcurious.”
“I got it during a pretty shitty period in my life. Took two years to get it finished, and I had to heal after different pieces were created. It helped me work through things and moveforward.”
I don’t want to say any more than that, to explain how much it helped me reclaim not just my life, but my body. To keep him from asking about my meaning, I go back to explaining the different pieces of artwork, which he’s eager to hear about. When we finish discussing my ink, we agree to watch the secondThe Girl with the Dragon Tattoofilm tonight, after I get some workdone.
I’m about an hour into looking over some of the financials Vanessa sent, when I hear Jesse talking to someone on hisphone.
I think his parents, whom I’ve heard him chat with over the past few days. He does have a very good relationship with them, something that gives me some hope about Ty, considering Jesse really wasn’t able to develop the relationship until later on in his life, really only three years difference between that and when I found out I had ason.
I hear Jesse shouting in the living room, and I hurry out of my room to see what the commotion is allabout.
Jesse’s still not wearing a shirt. He’s only managed to put on some tight trunk boxer briefs that keep his figure on full display, which is something I certainly don’t mind. He bounces up and down like he did when he successfully made it to the shore on hissurfboard.
“What the fuck is this all about?” I askhim.
He approaches me, puts his hands on my shoulders, and bounces up and down still. “Guess who I heardfrom?”
“I’mstumped.”
He stops jumping and pushes on my shoulder. “That job, the one I was telling you about, that I interviewed for before I came out here. They want to hire me. I start about a week after I getback.”
“Motherfucker,” I say. I’m thrilled for him. And even better, it’s wonderful to see him so excited about doing something heloves.
He starts to jump up again like a fucking kid, and I can’t help myself. I spring toward him, put my arm around him, and pull him close to me, planting a kiss on his lips. He deserves this and so much more than I could ever givehim.
I shove him back to the kitchen bar. As always, my hands are practically acting on their own, greedy for every part of him. I hook my thumbs into the sides of his boxers and start forcing them down hislegs.
“This definitely calls for a celebration,” Isay.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, taking my hand and putting it on hiscock.
“I think you know what I have in mind.” As soon as I say that, I add, “But no, seriously.” I lean back, looking in his eyes. “I mean like a real celebration. You deserve that. We can have a nice dinner tonight. We’ll go out to this amazing place on the hill. It overlooks the bay. Beautiful view at sunset. We’ll have wine, we’ll eat, and then maybe go out for some dancingafter.”
“And then what after that?” he asks, leaning toward me, his cock stiffening in mygrip.
“I say we have a repeat of what we’re about to start right now.” I take hismouth.
He’s so frisky. It’s that energy that makes fucking around with him sodelicious.
I pull away once again. “But in all seriousness, congratulations. You definitely deserve this. And I love seeing you this enthusiastic about it. It’s reallyincredible.”
“Thank you. I can’t believe I got it. I was starting to worry for a while there. Thought I was going to have to be scouring the city for anotherjob.”
“Well, I’m very happy foryou.”
His expression settles a little, and he looks at me as though he’s surprised by my enthusiasm forhim.
I’m a little surprised by ittoo.
In this short time that we’ve gotten to know each other, I’ve found myself growing more interested in his life, more interested in who he is. In many ways, the past few days have been more like a dream than anything else. We’re not caught up in our real lives. This is a vacation, and we’re away from all those parts of our lives that typically would bog usdown.
And yet, even knowing it’s a fantasy, I want it to be more than that—so much more. At least for us to see what’s here…because it feels like so much more than being about what my dickwants.
But considering my situation with Ty, it’s a whole lot more complicated than whether or not we should work to pursue something—and that’s why I haven’t vocalized this thoughtyet.
“Thank you,” Jessesays.
“For?”
