“I wish.” Colin skated his fingertips down my spine.
“Did you have plans?”
“Well, you have to get ready to start work tomorrow, but I woke up with a text from my mom.”
I rolled my head so I could get a look at him, but from the position I was in, it was hard. I was comfortable, though, and my body weighed a ton, so I didn’t put too much work into it, but I managed to get a good look at his chin and one of his cheeks.
“What did she say?”
Even in the haze of the whiskey and beer, I knew this was a big deal for him. Colin had a great relationship with his parents, and that had only changed after he’d told them he was attracted to men. I knew that was only half the conversation for him too. Because not only did they need to know that, but they had to find out about me, and I didn’t think my age would go over too well.
I hated that.
Hated it for him and for me because it shouldn’t matter to anyone else how many years were between us. Me being younger wasn’t a problem for him and I didn’t care that he was closer to Henny’s age than mine. Sure, Colin had horrible taste in music, but that wasn’t a deal breaker for me.
“She just asked if I would come over for dinner.”
“Did you say yes?”
He shook his head, which surprised me, and I forced myself to sit so I could see his whole face, not just a shard of it.
“Why not?” I asked.
Colin’s brow furrowed, and I smoothed my fingers over the deeply grooved lines that appeared between his eyes.
“I don’t want to get stuck there if they have something hurtful to say about it all,” he whispered. “I told them I’d come over before, but I didn’t want to stay for a meal.”
“That seems fair.”
“And you know…” He cleared his throat, mouth twisting into a sad smile. “What they did hurt me. I don’t owe them my time right now.”
“That feels like a big deal for you,” I said, tracing my fingers down the bridge of his nose and over the plump lines of his lips and down to his chin.
“I let their wants dictate my life for a very long time.” Colin puckered his lips, chasing a kiss after my fingertips. “And it made me miserable. I don’t want that going forward.”
“Not miserable anymore?”
He pulled one of my fingers into his mouth, nipping at the soft pad of skin. I groaned, unable to stop the unbearably feral sound from coming out of my throat. He chuckled and bit down harder, shaking his head in answer to my question.
Between my legs, blood surged straight into my cock, and with my free hand, I fisted it and gave a long stroke from root to tip.
“I suddenly feel cured of my hangover,” I told him.
He gave me a dubious expression, brow arched as my finger slipped out of his mouth. “You might say otherwise if you move too quickly.”
I moved slowly, at his suggestion, throwing one leg over his lap and straddling him. He angled his head, half smile now a smirk as I leaned toward the nightstand to get a condom and lube.
“Then I’ll have to go slow, won’t I?”
I tugged down the waistband of his sweats and underwear, revealing his half-hard cock. His skin was pink and warm to the touch, and I stretched my fingers, taking both of our lengths into my hand. He sucked in a sharp breath, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back against the headboard.
“Slow,” he murmured.
“Is this okay?”
“It’s always okay with you,” he said, hips bucking off the bed an inch before falling back against the mattress.
“Always?”
