I couldn’t deny that I wanted to be in there, eyes on him, rather than peering in every so often to make sure he was all right.
“After what we did,” he added, “I certainly don’t think there’s any reason for us not to, unless you really think that would be crossing a line or you have some sort of issue against it…and this is the part where you can stop me from talking more.”
He pulled the laugh right from me, the way he always seemed to.
“There’s only one thing I’m willing to shut you up with,” I said as his gaze traveled back to my cock. “But even still, I enjoy listening to you ramble. So if you need me to stop you, you’re going to have a serious problem.”
“Then get in here, and I’ll talk your ear off until you decide to get that cock back in my mouth.”
I surrendered, just as I knew I would the moment he suggested it. I entered the bedroom and slipped into the bed, resting my legs over the blanket.
“You don’t think you’re gonna fall asleep on me now, right?” he asked, and I scoffed.
“You’ll be safe, Ty.”
“I know I will be.”
It was evident in the way he said the words that he was as convinced as he should have been.
“Okay, so we switch off in the morning, like usual,” I said, “and we’re not cuddling under any circumstances. I just want to make that clear.”
“You didn’t say that very seriously, which makes me think therecouldbe cuddling involved.”
“It’s just hard to saycuddlingand be serious at the same time. But I don’t do cuddling.”
“That’s okay. I’m not a big cuddler anyway, so we can put some tape down to divide our sides of the bed if that makes it easier.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said with a laugh, and he beamed, glowing in the lamplight.
“Then my lips are sealed.” He pursed his lips, and I reached out and took his chin between my thumb and forefinger. “No, no. That wouldn’t be you at all. You just keep on talking until you fall asleep. Talk to me so I can enjoy the sound of your voice.”
“Any requests on what you want to hear about?”
“Only that you don’t stop until you’re too tired to keep on.”
He turned out the lamp and started on about the pulp-fiction novel he was reading, offering up details and comparing his experience with mine as we started to have the most pleasant of conversations about the genre until his eyes grew weary and I noticed his enthusiasm wane as he drifted off to sleep.
I’ve got you, Ty. You’re safe as long as you’re with me.
That could only be true to an extent, but I would do everything I could to protect him to my very last breath.
