Dad waved him off. Like father, like son, apparently. I had to have learned that somewhere.
“Please,” he said. “You’re family.”
30
THEO
“I love you,”I murmured against Simon’s lips, smiling down at him. I’d slept over in his childhood bedroom before—we’d shared this bed before—but it still felt new and exciting as I straddled him under the covers, sheets rustling as I moved, the whole house still except for the two of us.
“You said,” Simon teased, eyes glinting in the light of the duck-shaped bedside lamp.
I had said. I’d said it probably three dozen times in the past four hours. Saying it once had triggered an addiction I’d never feel the need to give up. Even if it didn’t makemedeliriously happy to hear myself say those words aloud to the only person I’d ever really wanted to say them to, the way it made Simon look at me would’ve been enough.
“You sure?” I asked, smile widening. My face hurt from the amount of smiling I’d done since I arrived here, but I didn’t plan on stopping.
“Gosh, now that you mention it…” Simon smiled just as wide back at me.Neitherof us had been able to stop.
“I’d better say it again.” I ran my fingers through his hair, eager to touch as much of him as I could without feeling as though I was stealing something. “I love you.”
“I’m not gonna get tired of that, for the record.” Simon grinned up at me. I ran my hand down to trace the shape of it on his lips. “I love you, too,” he added, pressing a kiss to the pad of my thumb as I brushed it over his mouth.
I bent down to kiss him, wriggling down to settle firmly on his hips. We’d both already stripped down to t-shirts and underwear for bed, which meant I could feel the effect this was having on him.
I wanted him.Neededhim, if he’d have me, as final confirmation this was all okay. That it wasreal.
“Simon,” I murmured against his lips. “Can we…?”
“I don’t have… anything, here,” he said, apologetic.
I kissed him again, long and slow, rolling my hips so he could feel howIwas reacting to being close to him.
“Desperate as I am for you to spend hours making love to me,” I said, pausing to press kisses to the corner of his mouth, his chin, the line of his jaw, all the way to his ear. “I just want you to touch me tonight.”
Simon made a low, happy sound. My breath hitched as his hand curled around the back of my thigh, warm, dry palm sliding along the sensitive skin there, sending tingles of pleasure to the base of my spine.
“Exactlylike that.”
He’d barely touched me and I was already breathless. Getting to be with Simon,for real, was going to ruin me for everyone else. Permanently.
That was fine. He was what I’d always wanted, and now that I had him, I was never, ever letting him go.
I caught his lips again, grinding down against him, feeling him hot and hard against me. He gasped into my mouth, fingers tightening on my thigh, his other hand stroking up over my ribs.
“I want, uh,” I pulled back to look him in the eyes, face hot. “You. In my mouth. If that’s…”
“You don’t?—”
“I know,” I interrupted. If I’d thought about it for a second, I could’ve predicted that was exactly what he’d say.You don’t have to. “Will you respect me less if I tell you I really,reallylike sucking dick and I’ve spent a lot of time imagining sucking yours?”
Simon’s eyes widened. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before vanishing again. “Obviously not,” he said. “But, really?”
I grinned down at him, rolling my hips again as I leaned in for another kiss.
“Really,” I murmured, rubbing our noses together. “Really,really. I used to, uh. When we were watching movies together on the couch and you let me snuggle up to you? I used to imagine just… sliding to my knees and sucking you off. Or, God.” I paused, fingers tightening in the blankets as I ground down against him, so turned on by thethoughtof what I was planning to do that I couldn’t stop myself.
“When we used to study together, in the library, late at night? I used to jerk off afterward, imagining crawling under the desk and getting my mouth on you. You couldn’t stop me without getting us both kicked out and maybe expelled, so you’d just… go with it. I wouldn’t havedoneit, obviously,” I added, pulling back to look Simon in the eyes. “But I liked thinking about it.”
Simon wet his lips again, eyes glinting as he looked over my face, pupils blown as wide as they’d go. “That’s…”
