“I didn’t say what I was hungryfor,” he said. My sweats and briefs were shoved down under my balls, my dick standing at full attention now. His appreciative rumble vibrated against my back and I dropped my head back on his shoulder, giving in to the sinful sensations as he twisted around the tip expertly.
“Holy shit…” I breathed, my knees trembling as Theo fondled my throbbing length, smearing the precum down my shaft and using it to jack me off. “Baby…fuck, we can’t…”
“But we can,” he purred, shuttling his hand faster and I started thrusting into it. “That’s right, fuck my fist, beautiful. I’mgoing to lick every drop of cum from my hand so I taste your flavor on my tongue all night long.”
My orgasm barreled into me in less than a minute and Theo clapped his free palm over my mouth to muffle my cries of pleasure as he continued to milk my cock for all it was worth. Once he’d drained me, he brought his cum-covered hand up to his lips, lapping up my release with a low moan. The erotic sight and sound of him sucking his fingers clean of my seed was almost enough to make me harden again.
When he was done, he grasped my jaw and brought his lips down on mine. The hint of my essence on his tongue made my chest flare with possession, loving that he tasted like me. Tasted likemine.
Just then, the door flew open as Penny bounded into my room, her nails skittering across the hardwood floor. Theo and I sprang apart and I scrambled to haul my pants up, but ended up tripping over my own feet and stumbling into my dresser.
“Hurry up and get down here so we can eat, losers! We’re all starving!” Dani called from down the hall. She whistled for Penny who raced out of the room as fast as she’d blown in, leaving us shellshocked.
“You didn’t close the door?” I whisper-shouted at Theo with wide eyes.
“Sorry if I was a bit preoccupied!” he retorted. “It’s your fault for wearing those gray sweatpants. I am only a man, Dawson…a weak, weak man.”
A sharp snort of laughter broke free at the grave look on his face that melted into an impish grin. I finished getting dressed while Theo washed his hands and we traipsed down the stairs to join the family.
Thanksgiving for the Hayes clan was always a big affair and Mom had gone all out with the food. Everyone was alreadyseated, including my grandfather who was in deep discussion with Dad about the Dallas Cowboys’ game earlier that day.
“I’m telling you, Lincoln, they haven’t had a decent quarterback since you retired. They only won today because the Commanders’ defense was a joke. If those Cowboys know what’s good for them, they’ll draft our boy Dawson here and then?—”
“Pops, how about you stow the football talk at least until after dessert? We already got enough of that today,” Uncle Don cut in. I threw him a grateful look and found my seat, my gut churning with anxiety.
“Yeah, for real. I love football as much as the next Hayes, but we all need a break. You don’t want to harsh Dawson’s juju before his game on Friday with all your armchair quarterback talk,” Dani added.
“What in the blue blazes do you mean ‘harsh his juju’? Is that some new hippie phrase your generation came up with?” Grandpa barked.
Dani and Gramps started bickering back and forth over her choice of words as I sighed in relief that the topic had veered away from anything football related. But my relief was short-lived as Theo joined their conversation and I could tell right away that something was off.
“—and I find it funny how older people hate that our generation makes up all these words when they did it themselves back in the day, like with ‘groovy’ and ‘far out’. And what does ‘back in the day’ even mean anyway? Is it like a time period or a certain amount of time? You ever find it weird that we use all these phrases and sometimes never know what they really mean? Like that one about blood being thicker than water, but that’s only half the saying! It doesn’t mean what people think it means, it’s actually the exact opposite and most peeps don’t even realize that they are arguing against their point when they use it and?—”
I placed a hand on Theo’s thigh to drag his attention back to me, cutting off his long, disjointed rant as he became increasingly animated. He cut off mid-sentence and looked over at me questioningly, his bright irises darkening as his pupils dilated.
“Baby, are you feeling okay?” I asked quietly so only he could hear me.
“Yeah yeah, of course, why? What’s up? Do I not seem okay?” he spit out rapidly. I shivered at the sudden chill that blanketed me, but I forced myself to stay calm, hoping to project some of it onto him.
“Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting sucked into the conversation and forgetting to eat,” I replied with a light smile, even as my stomach turned over uneasily.
Luckily, it distracted him enough that my family continued talking and Theo turned back to the meal. When I caught my mom’s worried gaze, I knew I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed Theo’s off-putting behavior and that she was probably remembering our talk from last night. My eyes slid to Dani’s and saw the same concern mirrored there as well.
“Dawson?” Grandpa called across the table.
“Yes sir?”
“Did you ever call Mike Hancock back like we talked about?”
My skin itched uncomfortably and I tried not to squirm in my chair. “Uh, no sir. I haven’t really had time.”
He shot me a disapproving look. “That’s a poor excuse and you know it. I’m sure you found time to run around with your friends and boyfriend, so you had time to call him.”
“Who’s Mike Hancock?” Theo asked, and the underlying jealousy in his tone made me balk.Where the fuck did that come from?
“He’s just an agent that came to my game last weekend,” I hurried to tell him.
“An agent that I personally asked to go watch your game and speak with you as a favor to me,” Dad interjected. “Champ, you can’t be this cavalier with your responsibilities this close to the end of the season. And when I called Coach Walker the other day, he said that you hadn’t even met with the two agents he brought in to speak with the seniors last month.”
