“Is your family okay with you being bisexual?”
“Yeah, they are. I think it’s mostly old news. My mom and sister stuck by me during everything. We never had the closest relationship. But they were the only ones that didn’t turn their backs on me.”
“They sound like great people,” Vic said. “I’d like to meet them.”
“We’ll talk about it,” Tawson said. “Right now, I think we should get back inside. The mosquitos are starting to come out and I know that they are weirdly attracted to your legs.”
“Yes, inside. Please.” Vic was up and off Tawson’s lap in a second. “I’m making dinner tonight, by the way.”
Chapter Twenty
~ Vic ~
“Mmm,” Vic panted in his ear. “Fuck, Tawson. I’m so close. I’m right there.”
Vic gripped at Tawson’s shoulders, their knees dug into the couch cushions. Tawson’s hands were on Vic’s waist, guiding them up and down as he fucked up. Having sex on the couch, riding Tawson’s cock, was definitely a great way to end their vacation. Made even better that barely anyone was on campus since it was the evening before Thanksgiving. They’d have to drive separately to the ranch, but Vic wanted this one more moment with him.
“Come on, Princess.” Tawson’s words huffed out of him with each thrust. Vic let their eyes trail down Tawson’s body. He was naked, sitting on the couch. Vic hadn’t given him much of a warning after they walked into the apartment. Tawson didn’t seem to mind though, as Vic stripped him of his clothes, guided him to the couch, and gave their all in a blow job. Tawson took all of four minutes to prep them before Vic was sitting flush on his lap. It wasn’t like it’d been long since they had sex. They’d been packing up and Tawson decided that onemore intimate, slow round of sex on the bed was in order. That had been six hours ago.
Tawson’s cock shifted, hitting Vic’s prostate. “Oh fuck.” Vic let their head fall backward and repeated that same motion. Their orgasm was building fast. “Shit, Tawson. Oh fuck, that feels good. You always make me feel so good.”
Tawson’s lips were on their bare chest. He kissed over Vic’s skin, flicked his tongue over both nipples. Vic moved their hands from Tawson’s shoulders and balanced them on Tawson’s knees behind themselves. Their whole body was on fire, on display for Tawson to look at. And Tawson looked. Vic smiled, watching Tawson’s eyes take every detail in. Then his hand was wrapping around Vic’s own cock and Vic gasped at the touch.
“Take what you need from me, Princess.” Tawson kept one hand settled on Vic’s hip. They didn’t have a lot of room to move, but it was just enough. Vic lifted their hips and dropped back down, coming undone at the drag of Tawson’s cock inside their body. It was quick and hot. “I’m close, baby. I want you to come for me and then I’ll paint that beautiful body of yours with my cum. Mark you, remind you that you belong to me.”
Vic whimpered, shifting once more and surging forward to seal their lips. Tawson’s words were always the thing that pushed Vic over the edge. His mouth was filthy during sex. “Oh god!” Vic pressed their foreheads together, fucking themselves harder. Harder. Tawson’s hand was still wrapped around Vic’s cock, stroking in time with Vic’s movements.
“Fuck, baby.” Tawson grunted out. In one swift movement, Vic was laying on their back on the couch and Tawson was pulling out. The condom was removed with lightning speed. Tawson took both of their cocks in one hand and startedstroking. The room filled with grunts and moans. “Oh shit. Come for me, Vic. Come with me.”
Like a scene out of the best porno ever, ropes of cum landed across Vic’s stomach, even hitting closer to their chest. Both of them moaned through their orgasms, Tawson’s hand slowed down but didn’t stop completely. When Vic opened their eyes again, gaining control of their breathing and limbs slowly, all they saw was Tawson. The man that helped them face their deepest secret. The man with the sexy as fuck glasses, the body of a god, the personality of a saint. Outside of the sex, at least.
“You look amazing,” Tawson said, stealing the words from Vic’s mind. Tawson leaned over their body. Vic prepared for a kiss, but instead, Tawson flattened his tongue against Vic’s stomach and licked the cum from their skin. “Taste amazing.”
“You’re going to kill me,” Vic said. They threw an arm over their eyes, knowing if they watched Tawson clean their cum with his tongue that they’d have another boner in no time.
Tawson’s lips trailed from their stomach up to their chest. He slotted their legs together, doing his best to not put his full weight on Vic. Warm breath moistened the sensitive juncture where shoulder met neck. “You are so special, Vic. I can’t get enough of you.”
Vic was on cloud nine feeling Tawson’s naked body against theirs. They’d had all kinds of sex. Slow and intimate, quick and hot, drawn out and dirty. Moments when they were loud. Some when they didn’t share more than the breath between them. Everything with Tawson was so fucking beautiful.
“I love you.”
The words were there, fighting to get out. But Vic pushed them down. Instead, they pulled Tawson in for a kiss, feeding him their tongue and tasting the remnant of their release. Aftera minute, Tawson pulled back and smiled down at Vic.
“How about a quick shower and then we head home?”
“Sounds perfect,” Vic said. “I’m sure I’ll get roped into something as soon as I step foot back in the house.” Tawson helped Vic up from the couch and they made quick work of a shower.
And less than half an hour later, Vic was waving goodbye to Tawson. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t see each other in less than twenty-four hours, but Vic knew they’d be restless tonight. They’d slept so soundly next to Tawson, all warm and safe feeling, that sleeping alone would most likely have them up half the night. They’d let Chauncey up on the bed and cuddle him.
As predicted, when they parked their car in front of the house, several people were sitting on the porch. Wright and Paxton were peeling potatoes. Xander was shucking corn. The front door was opened and they could see their mom and dad inside.
“Look who it is,” Paxton called out. “It’s a bit late getting back, isn’t it?”
“I was at the apartment for a bit,” Vic said. “Wanted to unpack and grab some clothes to wash this weekend.”
Vic walked up the steps and leaned their backside against the railing. “How was the trip?” Wright asked.
“Great,” Vic said. “We went hiking to a waterfall, learned some stuff about nature, the usual. It rained a bit on Sunday so we mostly stayed inside. Played some scrabble.” The easiest way to keep the story straight was to stick to the truth as much as possible. But where Vic pictured themselves curled up in Tawson’s lap, everyone else was picturing a group of university freshman playing board games. Who was Vic to correct that? “I’m kind of wiped after traveling back though. Do y’all needhelp with anything?”
