Chapter 14
Anight of firsts.
ADITYA
Thebody-hugging, bicep-bursting navy-blue t-shirt comes off.I squirm and gather the blanket around my waist.Untilnow, what lay beneath his clothes had remained in the realms of my imagination.Not anymore.
When the black vest rises, first uncovering the V leading to his groin and the six blocks carved on the abdomen, followed by the well-demarcated chest, my breath hitches.
What am I doing with this young...boy?Shame washes over, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
A finger taps my nose, but I don't relent.My eyes stay closed.He takes off my specs.A warm breath caresses my lashes seconds before wet lips touch the lids.
“Jimmy?”
He silences my protest with a peck on my lips.I tug back the blanket he had pulled away.Prying my clenched fists open, he places my palms on his hard, rounded shoulders, the muscles rippling beneath my fingers, andstraddles me.
He pulls my vest up.I lower my head, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes.
“You can stare at me, beautiful.”The whisper in my ears makes me look up.
“I.I am not worthy.I am old.Soft.Round in all the wrong places.”
Jimmy catches my chin when I turn my head away from him.
“You know what attracted me about you the first time we met?”
He waits for my response.I continue to stare at him.
“Your vulnerability.Your honesty.This glowing face.”He runs his index finger on my cheek.“The spark in these eyes.”He kisses my eyelids again.“And these lips.”His thumb traces my cupid’s bow.“Addy, the most attractive part of you is...”With our gazes locked, he places his palm over my heart.
I have no words to express my gratitude for the tenderness and care he has shown.No matter what happens in the future, I am diving in.
“Can we shut a few lights?”I request him, hoping to lessen my awkwardness at the disparity between us ? a sculpted Greek Adonis and a mortal.
“We can do better.Do you have candles?”
His question leaves me perplexed.I guide him to the drawer on the side table.He lights three candles and places one on the windowsill, another in the candle stand on the table, and a third near the mirror.
“Are you trying to summon spirits?”
“Why?”He cocks an eyebrow.A grin blooms on his face.“Do you want Sir William to watch our romp between the sheets?”He chuckles.
“Sir Wilfred,” I correct him.
“Whatever.I doubt he is a voyeur, but he is free to watch.Unless you don’t wish to corrupt hismind.”
Batting his eyelids with innocence, Jimmy shuts the light.
The room plunges into a soft yellow glow, the shadows dancing to the flickering candlelight.When my eyes adjust to the dim light, I am left speechless.Jimmy walks toward me.Naked.His cock ? hard, erect, and swinging.The soft yellow glow of the candle lights accentuates the muscle lines on his body as he struts toward me.
He taps my gaping mouth shut.“Sweetu, let me make love to you.”
Jimmy pulls my vest over my head and throws it by the bedside.
“I am a virgin.A gay virgin.”I stutter when his hands grab the waistband of my boxer briefs.
