“What? I can’t take a picture of myboyfriendbecause he looks cute with whipped cream all over his face?”
“Fuck you, Trey,” he says with a shove, but I don’t miss the humor in his voice.
“Asshole.”
The words hit me harder than they should, my cock jumping at the verythought.I freeze as it lands.
Though the sex stuff has been great—more than great, if I’m being honest—I know there’s some stuff we haven’t done, and I find myself both intrigued and terrified by the idea.
I haven’t brought it up, either; not that I would even knowhow.I mean… blowjobs are great, and I definitely didn’t hate when he was teasing my hole the other daywhileblowing me, but…
Does hewantto do more? Do I want to try more?
I tense as I realize I can’t sayno.
The thought of Hudson putting his fingers—or his cock—places not even myownfingers have been both terrifies me and makes my dick throb.
Fuck…
Hudson’s gaze narrows at me.
“You okay, Trey?” he asks, and part of me feels like he knows. Somehow, some way, he can read my mind, but I know that isn’t the case. Hudson is autistic. Not psychic.
Though maybe he does know more than he lets on…
“Yeah,” I say, taking a long drink of my hot chocolate. “Just, uh… a little tired, that’s all.”
Hudson drinks his hot chocolate before nodding.
“Yeah, me too. You ready to go home?” he asks.
“Yeah, sounds good.”
It doesn’t take long to change back into our shoes and get in the car, and the minute I get in the passenger seat, the exhaustion hits me. I fight to stay awake, though, not wanting to miss the end of this date.
Our first date.
We drive in silence, save for the low hum of the radio. Hudson sets his hand on my thigh, and I grab it without hesitation. When we get to my house, he opens my door before I can and helps me out.
“Such a gentleman,” I tease him. He slides his hand in mine and walks me to my door without a word. When we get there, I slide my wallet out and reach for my key, and then I note the second one in there. It stares at me, beckoning me.
So, I take a deep breath and look at Hudson.
“Hudson, I ha—”
But I don’t get to finish speaking, because Hudson crushes his mouth against mine, his hand going to my neck, pulling me to meet him.
I forget all my words as his mouth moves slowly against mine.
Hudson kisses me slowly. Like he wants to savor this as badly as I do. Like he doesn’t want this night to be over yet.
“Stay,” I whisper without thinking.
“What?”
I kiss him again, harder than he kissed me. He doesn’t startle, but relaxes as I probe my tongue in his mouth and grab his hip with all my might.
“You don’t want to leave, and I don’t want you to, either,” I tell him, pulling away.
