18
No matter what he wassupposedto be doing, Oscar couldn’t stop his mind trailing back over the past few days of enthusiastic sex with Ryan. He hadn’t had sex with the same person this many times in so long that he’d almost forgotten what it was like to reallyknowa partner.
But now he was getting the hang of making Ryan’s toes curl, of knowing where and how to touch him, of what turned him on and what got him off.
None of the answers were unusual, but everyone was unique. Ryan was no exception.
Andoh, was he a fast learner. His first awkward blowjob on Tuesday morning had been fun, but it was only Thursday now and Oscar had been treated, on waking, to Ryan’s mouth right next to his half-hard cock, his pretty blue eyes glinting as he begged silently for permission.
Then seven full minutes of complete bliss as Ryan put everything he’d taught himself and every hint Oscar had given into practice at once, finishing up with his cock deep in the back of Ryan’s throat and Ryan swallowing around it like a pro as he came.
Just thinking about it now was enough to make heat pool in his belly. Warm pleasure washed over him at the thought that Ryan was only a couple of rooms away, that he could go to him and drop into his lap and kiss him until they were both gasping for breath, if he wanted, a preview of the weekend ahead.
Oscar was planning on keeping him, mostly, in bed.
“Hey,” Finn’s voice filtered through the mental image of Ryan spread out on clean sheets, ready and eager for whatever Oscar was about to do with him.
Oscar blinked, reality coming back in a rush, and found Finn standing right in front of him.
“Uh?” he looked up, sure he’d just missed something important, a tiny pang of guilt hitting him in the gut.
“Thought for a second there you were having an absent seizure or something,” Finn joked.
At least, Oscar hoped it was a joke. He hadn’t beenthatout of it. Had he?
“I was just, umm…” Heat rushed to Oscar’s cheeks as he tried to think of a way to explain himself that didn’t involve admitting he’d been close to drooling over the thought of Ryan coming home with him over the weekend.
“Thinking about your new boyfriend?” Finn raised an eyebrow, his lips turned up into a playful smirk.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Oscar objected, feeling like a contrary thirteen-year-old.
Ryanwasn’this boyfriend, though. They hadn’t discussed what was going on between them, not really. Right now, they were just… friends who had sex.
Which was fine with Oscar.
“Uh huh,” Finn responded, clearly not convinced. “I’ve never seen you in love before, but I’m not an idiot.”
Oscar’s stomach swooped.
In love?
The thought rang truer than he’d expected it to.
“I wouldn’t gothatfar,” he said after a moment, still reeling.
“You’re not in love?” Finn asked.
“I mean about you not being an idiot,” Oscar shot back, grinning at him. “I’m not sure about… the other thing.”
“Ah,” Finn said, nodding in understanding. “I guess I can forgive you for calling me an idiot if you’re in the middle of an emotional crisis.”
“I wouldn’t gothatfar, either,” Oscar replied.
This didn’t feel like a crisis. It definitely felt like…something, but not anything disturbing or urgent.
Kind of exciting, maybe.
But nothing bad. Nothing he couldn’t handle.
