“So…” I breathe heavily when we part for air, taking in Ken’s mussed hair and glinting eyes. “…Um, hi?”
Chapter Seventeen
“I” —kiss— “can’t” —kiss— “believe” —kiss— “you asked me”—kiss, kiss, kiss— “tofuck you” —kiss— “in front of your parents.”
At this point, I’m amused, but I won’t lie and say there wasn’t a moment where I thought all hell was going to break loose. I should have trusted my best friend more than that, but people can be unpredictable when their kids are involved. He could have slugged me one, and I would have understood why.
“I didn’t know they were here,” Cody practically whines. He arches his back as I trail my lips over his jawline and down the smooth column of his neck. “And we’re never—oh, God,your mouth!” He gasps as I find the ticklish spot just above his collarbone. “We’re never living it down.”
“As long as nobody’s fighting, I don’t care,” I reply, then reluctantly tear my mouth from his skin so I can tug his shirt over his head.
We’ve made it to my bedroom, shedding shoes and socks and my shirt along the way. Basil left the bed with a disgruntled‘mrrow’as we dropped onto it, but I get the feeling he’s going to have to get used to being disturbed by Cody and me like this. And, alright, Cody and I haven’t exactly discussed his adorable grand gesture or what it might mean for future us, but we’re both too keyed up to talk right now.
“Mmm,” he hums agreeably, opening hooded eyes and running his hands over my frame, making my thoughts stutter. “Good. Because I still want…” Trailing off, he blushes and the pink flush travels from his cheeks and down his neck and further still, fading out over the tops of his pecs.
“Want what, sweetheart?” I prod, hovering over him, wanting to hear him say it again.
The thrill of the first time was dampened by his parents’ presence, but it didn’t stop the thrum of instant arousal I felt at the impassioned plea. I need to hear it again now that we’re nearly naked and in my bed together.
He chews on his lower lip and looks up at me from beneath his thick, auburn lashes. “I want you to fuck me, Ken. Only you. Always.”
Just as before, the words go straight to my cock, but the emotion and sentiment accompanying them goes to my heart.
Suddenly, I realize wehaveto talk. Or, at least, I do. Cody said his piece and made his position crystal clear when he ditched his date and turned up on my doorstep, despite not knowing where I stood. Now it’s my turn to be brave. No scampering off to hide with the grumpy cat.
“I don’t want to be friends with benefits,” I tell him, seemingly apropos of nothing. His glazed over eyes widen, but his lips curl into a smile as he seems to sense where I’m going with this random admission.
Unable to help myself, I dip down so our lips are almost touching. We’re breathing in each other’s air, and I realize thatI’m nervous. I’ve never said anything like this to another person. I’ve never wanted to. Until now. Until Cody.
With my lips brushing over his, I add, “I want everything with you, Cody.”
“So…you’ll be my Valentine?”
My wide smile mirrors his as I nod. “Valentine, boyfriend, partner…you name it, sweetheart.”
Cody pulls me on top of him, crashing our lips together in a searing, if somewhat uncoordinated, kiss. When we part for air, he rubs his cock against mine and we both groan before he cheekily asks, “Does that mean you’ll finally fuck me?”
I don’t need to be asked a fourth time. I press another quick kiss to his lips before I roll off him and reach for my nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. When I roll back over to face him, I find him propped on his elbow on his side, his underwear removed and his hand slowly stroking his cock. He eyes the straining bulge at the front of my briefs expectantly.
“Patience,” I chuckle, and he groans.
“I don’t think you understand how long I’ve wanted this.”
It’s probably safer that I don’t try, to be honest. Instead, I laugh and shake my head. “Then you can be patient for a few more minutes.”
“I take it all back,” he complains dramatically, pouting for added effect. “Maybe Ishouldhave gone out with—mmph.”
Not wanting to hear him speak another man’s name, especially while he’s inmybed, I’ve silenced him with a kiss. He wastes no time, tugging at the waistband of my briefs while our tongues tangle together with more enthusiasm than finesse.
Gasping into his mouth when he wraps his warm hand around my aching cock, I concede defeat.
“Cody,” I breathe, barely pulling back from the kiss as he strokes me with confidence earned from weeks spent learningeach other’s bodies, “you’ll need to stop that if you want this to last.”
I’ve been reminded more than once over the time we’ve spent together that I’m really not in my twenties anymore. Once I come, there’s not much chance of getting it up again. At least, not at the speed that Cody can.
But where that thought might once have made me concerned that we’re incompatible, or that he’ll lose interest in me and find someone more age appropriate, it doesn’t bother me now. Yes, I wish I could keep up with my younger lover, but I don’t see it as a roadblock to maintaining a relationship anymore.
Hell, I know that if I really wanted to, I could probably swallow my pride —and a little blue pill— and feel like I am in my twenties again. Maybe one day, it will become a necessity to do that. But for now, it’s not a real issue. Not for me and Cody, anyway.
