CHAPTER 12
Wraith
This is nice.
Lying next to Bouche after a shower and another epic nut is comfortable. More comfortable than it should be. We don’t really know each other, but I can’t deny the incredible chemistry we share.
He’s on his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his soft cock lying on his thigh. I admire him for a moment—his dark, wavy hair, his strong profile, the sexy pout of his lips, and his pecs. Jesus, those pecs. I want to lick him again, suck on his nipples, and my dick twitches with interest.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Uh yeah.” I roll to my side to give him my full attention. Well to show it. He already had it.
“Did you always know you were gay?”
The question surprises me. “I think so, yeah. I noticed early on that I didn’t have the same reaction to girls as my friends did. I messed around with a few girls in my younger years, and it was fine, but it wasn’t anything special. I assumed I was broken or the other guys were exaggerating.”
“How did you find out?”
“A friend of mine. We were out walking in the woods and hetold me he thought he might like boys but he wasn’t sure how to find out. I was curious, so we talked about it and decided to kiss each other.”
Bouche turns his head so he’s facing me. “How was it?”
“Incredibly eye-opening. I knew at that moment what was missing. There was nothing wrong with me, I had just been kissing the wrong people.”
“What happened after that?”
“We messed around. Touching, blow jobs, that sort of thing.” I smile at the bittersweet memories. “His father caught on and sent him away to stay with relatives for a while. We were forbidden to see each other after that.”
“That sucks.”
I shrug. “That’s life.”
“Did you live somewhere conservative?”
“No, not at all. I grew up in Norway. We’re very open and accepting there, and my parents, while flawed in many ways, didn’t have that particular hangup, unlike my friend’s father. Still, I didn’t fully come out to them, or really at all. I carried on, finding discreet partners and accepting that I was definitely not straight. I wasn’t like anyone in my family ever. I never really fit in.”
“What do you mean?”
My jaw twitches slightly as unpleasant memories rise to the surface. “I don’t know. It always felt like they found me on the side of the road and took me in. I looked like them, but that’s where our similarities ended.”
“When did you leave Norway?”
“Long time ago.”
“Do you ever go back?”
I shake my head. “Sometimes I want to, but…”
“I get it. Lots of baggage.”
“Yes. Besides, my life here is full.”
“Have you been married or in a serious relationship? Anything like that?”
“No. I dated someone a while ago. I was still young and hopeful. He was good to me, but I wasn’t ready to settle down and move to the suburbs and that whole thing. He was, so we parted ways.”
“You sound sad. Did you love him?”
