Regret flashes across her face. “And I pushed you into dating.”
“Mom…”
She holds up her hand, placing it on my chest. “No, Michael. I did. I pushed you. I wanted you to have what I had with your father. But I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t my business.”
“It’s okay. You just wanted me to be happy.” She did. That’s all Mom has ever wanted for me.
For a while, we both stare at each other, this new truth settling between us. Eventually, Mom asks, “How did you know Dennis was right for you?”
Fuck, the mere mention of his name makes me miss him. Three days. It’s been three fucking days since I climbed out of his bedroom window. Sure, we’ve texted, but work has been so busy that I haven’t had time to see him. In the evenings, I’ve just been wiped out, heading straight to bed after a shower.
“I think I always knew. I guess my mind just needed to catch up with… with my heart.”
Mom tears up, waving a hand in front of her, then turns to reach for the paper towel on the kitchen island. Tugging off a piece, she blows her nose audibly, dabs at her eyes, then balls it up in her hand. Then she laughs. “My poor heart. You boys are gonna kill me.”
I sigh a breath of relief. It’s not like I was afraid Mom wouldn’t understand, but it just feels so damn good to finally tell her about Dennis and me.
“I need to get back to my soup, and you need to go find that camping gear.” Then her face softens once again. “Thank you for telling me, honey. And please bring Dennis over for dinner sometime, okay?”
“Okay, I will. Thanks.”
“Of course.”
“I love you, Mom.”
“Love you too, Michael.”
“So, no pressure.” Dennis grins at me as he empties his backpack on top of his sleeping bag. Several condoms and a bottle of lube spill out along with a pack of wet wipes. It took us forever to put up the tent on the beach because we had to stop for kissing breaks that quickly turned into groping and dry humping sessions in the sand.
“Wow.” It feels real now that we’re inside the tent and Dennis has unloaded a whole pharmacy. He blushes adorably, looking anywhere but at me. I reach for the condoms, wrapping my fingers around the wrappers, holding them up between us, raising a brow at him.
“Five? You brought five?” Okay, my dick definitely heard that because holy hell.
Dennis blinks at me, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. “Like I said, no pressure, but better safe than sorry, right?” Fuck, I love him for being so casual about this, taking the edge off my nerves. After what Dennis referred to as ‘the blow job to blow all other blow jobs to smithereens,’ we spoke about going all the way, as in me fucking Dennis to begin with. I was relieved that he suggested starting with him being on the receiving end, because although I can’t wait for Dennis to fuck me, I’m dying to finally get inside that perky ass of his.
He waggles his eyebrows. “You did your homework?” I can’t help but blush because Dennis suggested I watch some gay porn to get an idea of the logistics, so to speak. It’s not that I don’t know where things go; it’s more a matter of understanding exactly how to get there. What steps to take. Dennis explained that the guy bottoming has a lot more preparation to do, but it wasn’t until he sent me a picture earlier of a douche kit and then his butt with the caption ‘Clean as a whistle’ that I understood what he meant. I nearly tripped down the stairs from the attic when I saw it.
I nod, then laugh, brushing a hand through my hair. “I did, but Jesus, Den, I have no idea what I’m doing here. I mean nothere-here. I know what I’m doing here. I’m camping with you and we’re about to have sex, but I have no idea wha—”
He reaches for me, his hands framing my face as he smiles patiently. “Breathe, Mike.”
I inhale deeply, feeling the warmth from his hands transferring to my cheeks, then moving through the rest of my body.Breathe, right.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.”
“I want to!” I blurt. “I really want to. I just…”
“What?”
“I’m afraid I’ll mess up. I just wanna make it good for you, Den.”
He leans in, resting his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my lips when he speaks. “You will. I’ve been wanting this for so long. There’s no way I’m not going to enjoy it. It’syou, Mike. It’syouI want.”
“I want you, too,” I whisper, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. “You know it’s beenthree damn days, right?”
He groans, tipping his head back. “I know. Fucking torture. I think I have friction marks on my dick.”
“Oh shit. Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
