I keep my hand in his dark hair and one on his face as I bring his lips to mine.
He’s not as timid this time, kissing back but very much happy to follow my lead. Theo opens without hesitation to my tongue. Somehow, the bourbon only melts into the powdered donut taste of him.
Mother of god. Sweet, shy, little Theo is going to burn me alive.
Kisses when he leaves my condo becomesa thing.
A glorious thing keeping me in a constant state of arousal.
For the next few weeks, I’m busy interviewing and rejecting pastry chefs. None of them are right, and anything less just won’t do. I don’t go by Black Diamond much, but I see Theo every other day or so, when he comes to help out with Mulder. And every day he’s there, we kiss.
Deep, wet, kisses.Light me up and take me down, as one of Baylor’s killer lyrics in a hit song once put it. Those kinds of kisses.
I haven’t tried for more, no putting my hands in the places they are itching to go. No dropping my hand to cup the erection I can see pushing against his pants.
I can have infinite patience if that will keep those lips on mine.
My dick now has a Pavlovian response to Theo. He has it well-trained because after he leaves, I’m so worked up jerking off takes no time at all while his taste is still on my lips.
Powdered donuts.
Earlier this week, he walked out the door, and I simply turned and leaned against it, pushing my chef whites down to get my dick in my hand as quickly as possible. With only spit and the precum already beading up, the strokes were rough. I could still smell him, taste his unique flavor on my tongue, and I came hard and fast in my own hand.
Gorgeous Theo with all that sweet, pent-up need. Thinking about it sends a dirty thrill through my veins. Something tells me that won’t be the last time I turn around, shove my pants down, and take care of business.
No doubt my dick now associates Theo in my condo with an orgasm soon after. And not just okay orgasms. No, we are talking the big,cramp your calf muscles you come so hardvariety of orgasms.
Since Theo is the main character in all my inappropriate thoughts, my brain becomes some kind of high-def cinematographer when we are together. It catalogs his face, his little sounds of pleasure, and plays them back with a startling clarity. I don’t know what it will do when I see him come. Fuck, probably short-circuit or something.
Theo has me turned on all the time. I’m turned on thinking of seeing him, after I see him, when I miss seeing him because it has been a minute, and when I just saw him.
I haven’t been this keen on self-pleasure since I was seventeen.
It’s been almost a month of taking care of Mulder, and we have quite the routine. Already aware of Theo’s presence this afternoon before I walk in, I unlock the door. Somehow, I can always sense when he is here when I get home.
I call out a hello, and Theo’s smile is thin on a pale face. Has he worked extra shifts at Black Diamond? Are Bish and Quinn are out of town? Surely, I would have known. But there is no doubt Theo’s struggling today.
Theo might need extra time with Mulder, so I make it known I will be on the other side of the condo. I want him to feel safe to whisper his little secrets to his confidante.
About fifteen minutes later, I guess confession time is over because Theo gives a small knock on the door frame to my bedroom. He doesn’t just look tired. He looks . . . like a man about to go to the executioner.
Now that I get a good peek at him, he’s paler than normal with a greenish tint to his skin and bruises flaming light blue under his eyes.
“Sweetness, what is it? Is everything all right?” I move closer to him, brushing the hair away from his face so I can see better.
Theo launches himself into my arms.
“Oh, fuck yeah, sugar.” I pull him up and against me as he wraps those sexy legs around my waist.
Theo’s mouth is on mine, initiating the kiss, but handing it over to me as soon as he begins.
“This okay?” My hand dives under his shirt, eager to touch.
“Yes,” he whispers over my lips before diving in for more.
My large hands can cover a lot of territory on Theo in a short amount of time. My other hand is full of his ass, and that suits me just fine, too.
My head swims full of Theo. I walk him over to my bed and gently ease him down as he catches his breath against my lips.
