“You’re a great guy, Hugo. The best one I know.”
I feel his smile. His body weight comes down on me harder as he presses me into the couch. I nearly groan when his thigh rubs against my dick. I may not be as big as him, but there’s absolutely no way he doesn’t feel that.
“Thanks, Torin. You’re one of my very favorite people. You have no idea how much I miss you when I have to go to away games.”
I love that compliment as much as it hurts. He means it differently than I want him to; I know that. Still, I hug him tightly. “I miss you too. So much. It’s so lonely without you.”
Hugo sighs. “Will you spend the night, and we can cuddle all night?”
My breath catches. I think he misinterprets that based on his quick follow up. “It’s okay if you’re uncomfortable with that. I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable.”
“No, I want to. Yes, definitely.”
Hugo grins, pressing his face into the side of my head. “Oh, good.”
Silence envelopes us entirely. There are no sounds at all because Hugo didn’t turn the television on when we came in. There isn’t a clock ticking away its seconds. We don’t even hear the traffic since we’re at the back of the house.
“Ever notice how perfectly you fit like this?” he asks.
Oh god, does he know what he’s doing to me?
When I don’t answer, he continues, “I mean, you’re exactly rightto be my little spoon. You’re practically the same height, but I’m nearly twice your bulk and I really love that.”
I’m terrified I’m going to say something far more intimate than what he means, so I just nod.
“This is going to be weird, but I actually really like that you don’t have any boobs. I can get closer.”
A laugh bursts out of me, but then I hide my face because fuck does he do things to me with the second sentence. I’m not someone who is incredibly forthcoming about anything, but I’m biting on my tongue to keep from blurting all the things I’m dying to say.
I’m too afraid to say them though.
If he likes me, likelikes me, he needs to come to that conclusion all on his own. I can’t prompt it, or this might blow up.
And if I lose him now, I’m going to fall apart entirely.
Hugo yawns and snuggles in further. We talk quietly for a while. Nothing along the lines of me being boobless or how raging hard my cock is right now. Not about anything important, which is fine. I love all the more how we can talk about nothing and anything.
He tells me about the other things in his hobby room with the 3D printer. What I didn’t stop to see was that there was a vinyl cutting machine, a laser engraver, and a big resin station. He likes to dabble in different crafts, but mostly during the off season when he has time to enjoy them.
As usual, he carries most of the conversation. I love that he does. I love to listen to his voice.
After he’s yawned for maybe the dozenth time in ten minutes, he asks, “Can we go to bed now? You’re not going to judge me for going to bed early, are you?”
Laughing, I shake my head. “No judgment. I’m tired too.”
“Oh good,” he says and gets up, pulling me with him.
I’m stupidly self-conscious about my hard-on. My pants are somewhat loose, and even though we’ve been very still without any kind of words that could be construed as sexual for quite a while, so I’m ready to bust. However, we’re now heading for his bedroom. Where I’m going to be in bed with him.
Hugo doesn’t turn the light on when we get there, but he drags me to the bathroom. I watch as he washes his face and brushes his teeth before handing me a second toothbrush, still in its package. Itry not to think about how many he has here. How often he’s done just this.
He starts to leave the bathroom but then stops. “I uh… usually sleep naked. I hadn’t thought about that.”
My cheeks burn immediately. Shocking, right? I stare at him in the mirror as I continue to brush my teeth so I don’t have to respond.
“I can maybe wear some sweats.”
When he doesn’t move, I have to spit the toothpaste out before asking, “You don’t have underwear?”
