“Roman, are you making fun of me?”
“No,” the man said and shook his head with vehemence. “The first day you started working here, when I came out and saw you in those short shorts and jersey top…”
“My uniform?”
“It’s very skimpy and tight, which is why I like it. You’re cute enough to eat. Haven’t you noticed sometimes when I’m sitting down, I wait until you’ve gone before I get up? It’s because I didn’t want you to see my erection.”
Ezra had noticed that. He’d thought Roman’s muscles might be stiff. As it turned out something else had gone stiff. Ha! “Tricky,” Ezra said with a smirk.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, my attraction to you, I mean. And when I saw you leaving for your date tonight, I realized that I needed to be honest with you about my own feelings. Before it was too late. I really like you, Ezra. I want to date you, romantically.”
Ezra couldn’t believe his ears. His elation lifted him up like a helium balloon, then swiftly deflated as his own insecurities began to creep in. “I’m not sexy like Sebastian.”
“Who?”
“The man you dated. I don’t have his knowledge on how to pleasure men or his sex appeal.”
Roman crossed his arms over his chest, which caused his shirtsleeves to hitch and his biceps to bulge. “Okay, first off, you are very sexy and extremely cute. And second, I don’t care that you don’t have a lot of experience. I’m more interested to know what you want. Do you want to be in a romantic relationship with me?”
Could it be possible? That Roman might want to date him, and more importantly, do sex things with him too? Roman had never lied to him before. If he said that he wanted him, Ezra would have to believe him. “Yes.” Ezra nodded. He’d never wanted anything more.
“Tell me what you want, Ezra. And be specific.”
Lately, Ezra had thought of little else. His cravings colored not only his fantasies but his day-to-day musings too, distracted him from both his schoolwork and his chores. “I want to press my body against yours very tightly and rub my erection against your taut abs.” He paused, gauging Roman’s reaction. The man only nodded for him to continue. “I want to see your penis both when it’s soft and when it’s hard, and I want to touch it. I want to be naked in the hot tub with you with hard touches on my backside and softer touches on my privates. I want to put my hard penis in your mouth, and have you suck it until I ejaculate. I might want to do that for you too—I’m not exactly sure. Are you circumcised?” Roman nodded with that dark, hooded look in his eyes. “I may have questions,” Ezra warned.
“You can ask as many questions as you want, and I will answerallof them.”
“Have you ever done anal?”
Roman coughed and cleared his throat. “Yes.”
“Were you the penetrator or the one being penetrated?”
Roman took his time answering. “I’ve tried both.”
Ezra swallowed and felt a little overwhelmed, like when Roman presented him the menu of all his favorite foods, and he couldn’t decide which one to try first.
“Ezra, come over here.”
Ezra stood and walked around the table. Roman sat back with his thick thighs spread wide and pulled him onto his lap, arranging them so they sat chest-to-chest. Roman hugged him hard and said, “I want you, Ezra, and I care about you too. I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, so I want you to make a list for me of the things you’d like to try, and we’ll go over it together. How does that sound?”
Lists had always soothed him, and that way he wouldn’t forget anything either. Very practical. By now Ezra’s face was buried in Roman’s neck, breathing in the spicy-sweet scent of Roman’s skin, like cloves and vanilla. It made him think of cuddling on the couch and strong hugs and all of Ezra’s favorite foods.
“We’re going to do some sexual experimenting,” Roman continued, “but I only want you to experiment with me, and I’ll only experiment with you. I want us to be monogamous, okay?”
Ezra nodded again. He wasn’t interested in doing sex things with anyone else. His date with Dev had made it apparent that Roman was the only one he wanted. Roman’s lips brushed against his cheek, placing a kiss against the bottom of his jaw. It was a soft touch, but Ezra didn’t mind it.
“You smell so good.” Roman groaned with obvious desire, and Ezra could feel the man’s erection growing between them, pressing against his own. Ezra squeezed Roman’s waist with his thighs in order to crush their bodies together—closer, tighter, harder. From their contact Ezra determined that Roman’s penis, when erect, was in direct proportion to his mass. This secret knowledge made him privately gloat. He already knew all of Roman’s favorite foods, had memorized the colors and textures of his clothing that he washed and ironed for him, had learned all of his habits and daily routines, but he didn’t know how Roman liked to be pleasured. He would become an expert on Roman’s body too. He couldn’t wait!
“How big is your penis?” Ezra asked.
Roman snorted. “I don’t know. I never measured it.”
“Would you let me?”
Roman laughed, his whole body shaking. It forced Ezra to have to hold on tighter, which he liked very much. “Better get your yardstick.”
Ezra rolled his eyes. “You’re as bad as Jay.” Jay talked about his “long dong” nonstop and had about a million different names for it.
