“Come on, you know you want to,” he goaded me. I gave him a curt nod and held out my hand.
“Pick out one more so they can both have one,” I told him. That wound up being a colossal mistake. Matt played with every single dinosaur and dragon and unicorn and whatever other creatures he could find, trying to find just the right one. Finally, he handed me the second box. “Is that your final answer?”
“Yep, these two will be perfect,” he proclaimed.
Before he could get distracted by anything else, I made my way to the register. Matt got antsy while we waited in line, so I told him to wait for me on the bench outside the entrance. He pouted but complied.
We wound up getting takeout on the way home. I felt guilty not cooking for him, but I wanted to spend as little time apart from him as possible tonight. Matt grabbed plates and utensils out of the kitchen as I headed straight to the basement. The snick of the door closing at the top of stairs startled me.
We’d spent hundreds of hours down here together throughout our tough childhood and teens, but tonight felt different. Tonight, I wasn't going to be sleeping on a pallet of blankets. I’d be sharing the bed with Matt. I didn't have to imagine what he’d look like as I teased him closer to an orgasm for much longer. And, if I was lucky, I’d get to do plenty of research tonight to see if he sounded different depending on what I was doing to his body.
Matt folded his legs under his body as he sat on the floor at my feet. I tipped my head to the side and gave him a quizzical look.
Matt shrugged. I wasn't about to question why he chosen to sit there instead of at the other end of the couch like he usually did. I also wasn't going to spend too much time analyzing why I liked seeing him down there so much.
Matt rested a hand on my leg as I flipped through the channels, trying to find something that wouldn't annoy either of us. Unfortunately, we were like night and day when it came to our likes and dislikes on the TV. I wound up turning on the Cartoon Network. A happy Matt was my number one priority for tonight.
“You can find something different if you want,” he offered.
I leaned forward and started scooping rice onto both of our plates. Matt scooted back to give me room. When I opened the paper containers, he pointed to the sweet-and-sour chicken. Because of course he did. I'd already tortured him with vegetables at lunch today; I wasn't going to push my luck with trying to get him to eat healthy two meals in a row.
“You sure you don't want a little of my beef and broccoli?” Matt shook his head. “Are you going to steal a couple bites off my plate then decide you want some?” Matt shrugged.
Of course, he was going to steal mine. And when he did, he’d tell me that it tasted better if it was on someone else's plate. The boy was utterly ridiculous.
Matt curled one arm around the front of his plate and started scooping food in his mouth faster than he could chew. I placed a hand on his shoulder. “Slow down. You're going to give yourself a bellyache, and then were not going to be able to have fun tonight because you'll be miserable.”
“I guarantee I won't be too miserable for sexy stuff,” Matt argued around his mouth full of food.
I laughed. Only Matt would call itsexy stuff.“How about we don't test that theory, okay?”
Matt nodded and, miraculously, he did slow down. I paid more attention to Matt than my plate as both of us finished our dinner. I couldn't shake off the complete awe I felt. We’d shared countless meals, but this was our first dinner as a real couple.
Matt groaned and clenched his stomach when his plate was clean. “You shouldn't have given me so much. My stomach hurts.”
“I'd like to point out, you're the one who asked for seconds.” I patted the cushion next to me and set my plate on the end table. I’ll take care of our dirty dishes in a little while, but first, I wanted to cuddle for a little bit. “Let’s find a movie to watch and see if you feel any better.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.” Of course it did. I was the one Matt always turned to when he knew he was about to make a bad decision—like trying to initiatesexy stuffwhile he was in pain.
He curled up against my side, and I kissed the top of his head. Matt didn’t even make it twenty minutes into the movie before he fell asleep.
4
Matt
Maybe Mom dating wasn’t such a bad thing after all. At some point, we were going to have to sit down and talk about what a load of horse shit it was that she wouldn’t just come right out and tell me, much less introduce me to the guy, but I found it hard to be bothered when it meant she had no clue Brandon had spent the past two nights here.
He hadn’t even gone for his morning run. Brandonnevermissed his morning run. By some pre-Christmas miracle, I woke up before Brandon, which gave me time to studying him while he slept. Inevergot to watch him sleep because he woke up at an inhumane hour most of the time.
It was embarrassing to admit this was the most time I’d spent with a guy without someone’s dick going up the other’s ass, but I didn’t feel the same sense of urgency with him. Hell, it had taken us over a decade to have our first kiss; I could wait a bit longer for sex.
Probably.
Maybe.
But not much longer.
I wasn’t sure my dick had fully softened since the first time I’d felt his lips against mine. Last night, I’d been sure we were going to make that leap, but Brandon had way more patience than I did. The fucker had laughed at me when I’d begged him to let me suck his dick, then he pushed me away, telling me again there was no hurry.
