“He’s a bad influence on me. But let’s save measuring for another time. Tonight, I just want to hold you, okay?”
Ezra nodded and burrowed deeper into Roman’s neck, breathing him in like a drug, wishing to saturate himself in his masculine scent.
“I was really upset earlier tonight when you told me you had a date,” Roman confessed, his warm breath ghosting along Ezra’s neck.
“You were? Why?”
“Because I want you for myself, cutie. I’ve been waiting for you to make a move for a while now.”
“I’ve been waiting foryouto make a move,” Ezra said plaintively. “You tell me everything, Roman. Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“I was worried you didn’t want that from me.”
“Idowant that.”
Roman said with a little growl, “You’re mine now, Ezra Powell, and I’m never letting you go.”
“Hold me tighter.”
“Yes, sir.”
12
Chemistry
Roman woke up alone, as he had every morning for the past six months, but the memory of Ezra’s earnest confession the night before sent a pleasant warmth unfurling in his belly, which then spread to his loins, or perhaps the heat had been there already. Roman stroked himself idly, reflecting on some of the sexual acts Ezra had confessed to wanting to try with him. Part of Roman wished he’d said something earlier, but another part appreciated that he’d propelled Ezra to the brink of his desire, where he couldn’t stay silent about it any longer. And the knowledge that Ezra had been masturbating to illicit thoughts of Roman only fueled his yearning. He wanted to know every single fantasy that ran through Ezra’s mind, in detail.
Close call with that Dev kid, though. Too close, in fact. Lesson learned.
Roman strolled out to the kitchen to find Ezra’s door still shut, which was unusual for him as he was generally a morning person. What might it take for Ezra to stay the night in his own bedroom, where he could cuddle and kiss him and wake to the young man cozy in his bed?
Roman used the smell of cooked bacon to lure Ezra out of his cave, which worked like a charm. Ezra’s hair still held the evidence of bed head, and he carried with him his tablet, the object to which he was giving his laser focus.
“Good morning, Ezra,” Roman said as a gentle reminder.
“Morning,” he said absently and set the tablet aside momentarily to give Roman a hug.
“Whatcha got there?” Roman asked while plating Ezra’s bunny-shaped pancakes with bacon and a side of decoratively sliced banana. He’d learned that Ezra was more likely to eat fruit if it was presented like a garnish.
“My list,” Ezra said with a sly smile.
“Already?” Roman teased.
“Want to see it?” Ezra asked coyly, which meant he knew exactly how much Roman wanted to see it.
“Absolutely.”
Ezra offered the tablet to Roman who set aside his spatula to review it. True to form, the list was specific and thorough, ranging from “Analingus” to “Worship, Roman’s dick.” The last one was both flattering and intriguing.
“Ezra, did you alphabetize this?”
“Yes.”
“Where did you learn all of this?” Some of the terms (Rusty Trombone?) even Roman didn’t know, and he’d been around the block once or twice.
“The internet,” Ezra said sincerely. Roman’s lust threatened to overwhelm him, and he had to set the tablet aside for a moment, choosing to wash his hands while the provocative words lingered in his psyche. Ezra added, “I thought we could start with the letter ‘A’ and work our way through to the end.”
“A” was for “Analingus,” which came right before “Anal Sex.” Roman wasn’t even completely confident that Ezra had ever had a proper first kiss, and he didn’t want to ask and risk embarrassing him. “I’d like to rearrange the order of the list and add some items of my own,” Roman said at last. Ezra nodded and began digging into his pancakes. “And I think we should both get tested. For sexually transmitted infections,” he added, wanting to be clear.
