“Please.”
I loved him. Of course I would.
His cock deep into my mouth as my hand upped its speed. Massaged that little point that made him scream.
His orgasm seemed to lift him off the bed. His voice right there as his arms flailed. His seed spurting into my mouth.
I could taste him. Every little part of him right there. I swallowed him down. Sucked every last spasm out of him. Every drop was mine to keep.
Afterwards he curled up, his face planted in the middle of my chest. He fell asleep. Right there.
We didn’t need words. Because in that moment, I knew everything.
I felt like the king of the world.
I felt. Everything.
Chapter 28
Oliver
“There is a lot of trust here,” he said, pressing the teabag against the side of the cup. “Letting me make you tea.”
“Oh, I don’t know about this.” I faked looking nervous, sat at the kitchen counter. Not at the table. There were chairs here too. So many fucking chairs. I was still getting used to it. A home. Being home. Belonging here. All new. All the things it meant. What it could mean, as long as I kept going. Steady. One little bit at a time.
“You know everything is going to be fine, don’t you?” he continued on, picking up on my little shudder.
“Yeah,” I said. “Last night I felt really brave. And then I didn’t.”
I was learning fast here.Say what comes out of your mouth. Get it out. And then you move on, and Peter will still love you. Simple.It was actually, because the more I spoke, the better this whole idea of being here, with him, became. Super weird, but true. The dopamine shots were coming in thick and fast, and I was soaking them up like the addict I was.
This was different, though. These kicks were actually good for me.
“No, because you talked too much, and then we got sidetracked, trying to air all our secrets in one go again. We need to stop doing that.”
“Or maybe not. I’m fine, Peter, I really am. And I thought of something. I mean, it’s probably stupid because I have absolutely no experience in having a successful relationship with anyone. Even my boss thinks I’m a nutcase.”
“I bet she doesn’t.”
“She does. But…what I was going to say was. I know Cal and Ed come first. But I think, instead of. You know… I used to do everything for me. I went and got spray tans so I would look healthy and attractive when underneath, I was all grey. I had Botox, so I would look pretty and youthful.”
“You look very pretty.”
“It was all bullshit. I know that. But I thought I did it for me, when I was just doing it for other people to enjoy. I sat there hating myself whilst others said I looked good. I mean? I have no idea why now. So from today, I am going to do things for me, but also for you. To make your life better. Because when I feel better about things? You will too.”
“You’ve been reading Dr Wilkes’s paperwork again, haven’t you?”
“I have, and she makes sense. I have homework. I need to think about things like that.”
“However long it will take, it’s fine, Oliver,” he said sternly. “You stay here, and we will look after everything else. You just need to work through everything. Get stable so you don’t even have to think about anything else. Just life as it is right now.”
“I’ve got an appointment with my doctor. Testing. Check-up. All of it.”
“Good. Cal can drive you.”
“I…I think that would be…good?”
Actually, really good. I could feel my body relax. No. Great.
