I swallowed, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, I did. Felt like my brain switched off. I didn’t have to think, just do what I was told.”
“Good, then there’s nothing to worry about it. We both enjoyed it and that’s what matters.” He leant in and kissed mesoftly. “Remember, puppy, I don’t lie. Especially not about sex. If I say I liked it, then I liked it. Trust me.”
“Okay.”
And I did.
I didn’t see why I shouldn’t. Yeah, he could be lying, but why would he? There was something in my gut that told me he was telling the truth, and I’d decided to believe him. If it turned out I was wrong, then I’d deal with that later. For now I was going to trust him. Otherwise I’d be tying myself up in knots for the sake of it.
Ezra smiled warmly as he stepped back and took my hand, leading me slowly towards my room.
And I followed without hesitation.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ezra
Fuck me.I couldn’t have been more of a fucking bellend if I’d tried.
What the hell had I been thinking letting Danny hump my leg until he came as soon as I walked in the door? Jesus fucking Christ, could I have been any more of a knob? I was supposed to be helping him figure his shit out, not whispering filthy words in his ear and encouraging him to get off before we’d even had a proper conversation.
Although I guessed this counted as helping in a roundabout way. I mean, he’d know more about himself after this.
“I should get a towel,” Danny said from where he was sprawled out on the bed as he unbuttoned his shorts and lifted his hips to wiggle out of them, pulling a face as he did. Having wet pants full of cum wasn’t the most comfortable, so I could understand why he looked so disgusted. “Ew, this feels fucking rank.”
“Don’t whine,” I said with a fond roll of my eyes at his dramatics, even if I did agree with him.
“It’s gross! Seriously! It’s cold and sticking to my pubes.”
“I take it you’ve never come in your underwear before?”
“Don’t think so. Maybe when I was like thirteen and asleep? I dunno.” He pulled off his underwear and pouted. “Aww, man, and now you won’t get to see how hot I look in them. Although I guess I properly iced the doughnuts.” He smirked and showed me the pattern on the tiny skintight boxer briefs he’d been wearing, which had sprinkled doughnuts dripping with glaze patterned across them.
“How fitting. I guess you’ll have to show me next time.”
“Guess I will. I’ve got a pair with chillies on too.” He sighed as he balled up his underwear and shorts and threw them off the side of the bed. He was stretched out in the middle with a ton of pillows piled up around him. And I was trying very hard not to think about how much I wanted to put them under his arse and fuck him.
Instead I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered if I should get him something to drink. Or eat. But I didn’t know how specific his diet was, and I didn’t want to cause problems.
And my idea of a drink right now would be vodka, but that wasn’t a good idea.
“What’re you thinking?” he asked, looking at me with that sweet curiosity I found irresistible.
“That I should have gotten you onto a bed or a sofa before I let you come.” I’d promised him honesty and he was going to get it. I didn’t want him getting caught up trying to work out what the truth was, especially not with his mixed feelings and tumbling emotions. He needed to know exactly where we stood.
“I thought you enjoyed it, though?”
“I did. It was very hot. Mmm, you make the sweetest sounds when you’re desperate, puppy. And you look so cute when you’re all wound up and needy, humping my leg because you can’t stop yourself. I’d let you do it again as often as you want. But I shouldhave made sure you were okay with everything beforehand. And made sure we were somewhere better than the hallway of your flat.”
Danny grinned. “I mean, it’s not the worst place I’ve had sex. And if that counts as losing my gay sex virginity, then I’ll take it. It was better than my other first time.”
“Do I want to know?”
“I mean I was like fourteen and it was in a tent.” He shrugged casually. “What about yours?”
“Sixteen to this guy called Mike. He was nineteen and had this old Honda bike and this shitty tattooed skull on his arm. Wore a lot of eyeliner. I thought he was cool as fuck. I think we made it as far as his sofa.” I thought for a second, the memories slowly coming back to me. “He used to smoke a lot and he’d give me a couple out of every pack in return for a kiss and a cup of tea, let me revise for my A levels on the floor of his garage while he worked on his bike. He was a sweet guy actually. Gave me somewhere to crash when my parents found out I was gay and kicked me out, about six weeks before I started uni. He and his mate Bill drove me to halls in this dodgy white van and helped me unpack. Left me with a crate of beer, a bottle of vodka, a box of condoms, three packets of chocolate biscuits, and told me to have fun.”
I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling for a second. I hadn’t thought about Mike in a long time, but looking back he’d done more for me than I’d realised. “Sorry, ignore me. You don’t want to know all that.”
