“Some.”I shrugged.“But as long as I have a couple of really important people…”
“I get it.It’s the opposite of me, but I get it.I mean, I do prioritize, for sure.Obviously.Been in your pocket all month.”He grinned.
It relaxed me.I stole a pot sticker from the plate in front of him.
“Do we wanna continue with the list, or is that enough reading you for filth for one day?”
I chuckled.“Probably enough, but if you wanna keep going, I’m up for it.”
“Nah.”
Thank god, because the next thing on my list was the weird, internalized homophobia years of football culture (and my dad) had built into me.Jesus.
“Did you bring clothes?”he asked.
I blinked a few times, trying to figure out where the conversation had gotten away from me.
He clarified, “For the weekend?Are you staying tonight?”
I nodded, taking a deep breath.“Yeah, if you still want.”
“That’s why I invited you.”He glanced down at his plate, his smile going secretive.He licked his lips.“I can’t stop thinking about Tuesday night.”
Okay, now Ireallyrelaxed.“Yeah?I mean, if there’s other stuff you want to—um, try, I’m pretty open.”
“I can see that.”He met my gaze again, smile spreading wider until it showed his gap.“But what about you?”
“I mean, I just wanted an excuse to touch you for as long as possible,” I said with a chuckle.There was more to it than that, admittedly, but I wasn’t sure how to articulate it without sounding ridiculous.Or insane.
Amazingly, he flushed.“Good.”
“And you?”
“I guess I like…” He trailed off and cocked his head.
After a few silent seconds, I tried, “Well, what did you like about that?”
He laughed.“Apart from the orgasm.”
I had to laugh, too.“Or what contributed to making it good, I guess?”
“I liked… that you went to all that trouble.I liked that you didn’t care if I was focusing on you, because you were so focused on me.I liked that it turned you on to take care of me like that,” he said, still smiling but thoughtful.
Aaaand now my jeans were way too fucking tight across the front.“It really did,” I said.Maybe a little too enthusiastically.
Would it be too much to confess that sometimes I just wanted to pin him down and make him cum again and again and again?
Yeah, okay.That wasn’t quite the vibe tonight.But god, I wanted it.I wanted him.
He licked his lips again and repeated, “Good.”
“So, if you think ofotherways you’d like to be, uh, taken care of, just let me know?”I suggested.Because I already had about a hundred ideas, myself.
“Honestly, you making me dinner all the time is almost as good.”He laughed.
I did too.But he had a point.
And I had some serious insight all of a sudden.Even if hehadchanged the subject to sex just to get out of an awkward point in the conversation in his usual Diego way… that didn’t mean what came out of it wasn’t true.
