“I’ve missed hanging out with Joe’s family. His mom’s cooking is amazing. Just don’t tell my mom I said that. She still definitely wins in the cooking game.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” Tawson said. “And speaking of secrets, I’m heading back to the ranch now. Think you might reroute and come stay with me?”
“If I ever say no to spending a night with you, please know I’ve been kidnapped. How long do you think you’ll be? Joe’s place is only fifteen minutes from mine.”
“I’ll be just under an hour,” Tawson said. He started his car and pulled out of the parking lot. Neither of them bothered hanging up when Vic got in their car too. They talked about their day, like usual. Like they didn’t text throughout the day the details of their lives when not with each other.
Vic explained after he didn’t answer the text about if a word was real or not, they decided to change the rules. If it had an Urban Dictionary meaning, they would count it. It made for quite the interesting game after that. Tawson relaxed listening to Vic go on about the game and anything that popped into their head. By the time he made it out of the city, Vic wasalready parked outside of Tawson’s house, waiting. Tawson would have to give them an extra key so they didn’t have to sit outside and wait.
The sun already set by the time he pulled through the main gate. He couldn’t help but smile seeing Vic’s car. It’d only been three days since they saw each other, but he wanted to just hold them. Kiss them. He warned Vic he was clingy and neither of them seemed bothered by it.
“Hey, baby.” Tawson whispered the words against Vic’s neck and hugged them tightly. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Tawson could hear the smile in their voice. “And I’m probably going to regret this in the morning when I have to go back to campus, but I guess waking up next to you will be worth it.”
“I’m so happy you see me as a consolation prize,” Tawson said with a low chuckle. He kissed Vic before stepping around and unlocking the door. After locking the door back, Tawson reached up to the key ring and took the spare off. He handed it over to Vic. “Here, take this. So you don’t have to wait on me to get here next time.”
It took Tawson a couple steps in before he realized Vic hadn’t moved. He turned around, reading the clear shock on their face. Vic’s eyes darted from the key in their hand to Tawson and back. “You just… Are you sure?”
“Yeah? Is that too much for you? I mean, I was just thinking that instead of you sitting out there with a chance for someone to see you.”
“I appreciate it and I’ll keep it,” Vic said. Vic set the key and the others on the table and moved into Tawson’s personal space. “But you know everyone here already knows what my car looks like. We take a risk every time I come here.”
“Are you okay with that risk?” It’d been weeks since their conversation about telling people. Then, Vic was working through coming out as nonbinary. The focus wasn’t on them together. He was so beyond proud of Vic and all they’ve done. They wore the nonbinary pin at the meetings, talked with a couple of others that identified as nonbinary. He knew they swapped numbers to keep in touch.
“I am,” Vic said. They smiled and wrapped their arms around Tawson. Vic was barely shorter than Tawson. He dipped his head just slightly to seal their lips together. It was slow and languid. And they tasted like…
“Did you eat watermelon at Joe’s?”
Vic laughed and broke their embrace. “His mom sent me home with some. I would offer to share, but I ate it all waiting for you.”
“Selfish.” Tawson said the word playfully but moved to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
“At least I don’t have beer breath,” Vic pointed out. Tawson spun around and gawked at them. Vic laughed and kicked off their shoes. “I’m kidding. It’s not that bad.”
“I’m just going to go brush my teeth.” Tawson did just that. But then he leaned out of the bathroom door and smiled. Vic was already stripping out of their clothes. “Perfect. Wanna jump in a shower with me?”
“Ooh, Professor.” Vic pushed their jeans past their hips, revealing a new pair of underwear. They were hipster style, a royal purple color. Tawson was immediately on board with all of it. Vic’s playful tone matched the way they sashayed across the space. “What kind of office hours is this?”
“You’re funny,” Tawson said, but he tried to hide the way his cock twitched at the thought of Viccoming to his office. He closed the door behind them. The bathroom was just big enough for the two of them to maneuver around each other. The shower, being even smaller, would pose as a challenge. They’d showered together at Vic’s apartment, but not here. “But also you look amazing in purple. You should wear it more often. It’s my second favorite color on you.”
“What’s the first?” Vic repeated the same shimmying motion to rid themselves of the underwear.
“That.” Tawson motioned up and down their body. “Naked is my favorite color on you.”
“Naked is not a color,” Vic said. They reached out and undid Tawson’s slacks. Tawson untucked his shirt and pulled it over his head.
“Mmm, naked is totally a color but I never claimed to be an artist.”
Tawson finished stripping out of his clothes and then turned to start the shower. Vic’s hands were on him, smoothing up his sides and down his back. They had about a minute before the water would be warmed enough. Tawson reached his hands up to cup Vic’s face and stepped forward. The motion made Vic step backwards until they were pushed against the wall between the shower and toilet. Vic smiled at Tawson, their eyes light as both of their bodies met. Tawson tilted Vic’s face up and crashed their lips together.
Tawson’s hands moved through their hair. They’d grown it out another two inches since they met, so it fell just below their ears. They didn’t want to grow it out any further than that. Tawson smiled into the kiss when he felt Vic’s hips push away from the wall, seeking the friction Tawson wanted too. One of Tawson’s hands snaked down their neck, chest, all the way to their cock. Vic’s whole body reacted at first contact.
Being well aware that they wouldn’t be able to do anything logistically in the shower, Tawson sunk to his knees right there. He was grateful for the pile of clothes to protect his knees on the hard floor. He wouldn’t qualify himself as old, but the hard floor wasn’t something he wanted to experience. He licked his lips and looked up at Vic’s face.
Vic’s cock twitched in Tawson’s hand. He didn’t waste any time wrapping his lips around the head. Vic was hard, hot, and already leaking. The taste was salty and Tawson was addicted. He looked up Vic’s body, his free hand roaming across their muscled stomach. Muscles quivered and Vic let out a small shout when Tawson took their cock all the way. He felt it hit the back of his throat and he adjusted his angle just slightly. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. He pulled off a few inches and used his tongue on the underside of their cock, teasing around the head and over the slit.
“Shit, Tawson. Oh fuck, that feels so good. You’re so good.”
