Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Guess we need to keep my mouth on you or you comin’ your brains out, then.”
“Guess so.”
I leaned in and kissed him. It was slow and soft this time, our tongues not tentative, but languid and relaxed, enjoying each other like we had all the time in the world.
Until Jasper’s stomach growled. We laughed against each other’s lips, then reluctantly parted.
“Come on, Jasp. Let’s get dressed and make breakfast.”
“I’m starvin’. You don’t have to tell me twice. Can we also stay locked up in the house all day together? We can watch movies and play video games and do lots and lots of kissin’. I need the practice kissin’ a man and all.”
“I think you do it just fine, but I’m not tellin’ you we can’t spend the day doin’ it.”
Because between these four walls, we could pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist. We could pretend that if people found out we loved each other, Jasper wouldn’t lose his family.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Jasper
The next few weeks went by, February turning into March, and things were the way they used to be with me and Sutton. We spent all our spare time together. We talked and laughed and complained all day at work. We cooked dinner and ate together. We went out on the weekends when it wasn’t raining, found places to explore and visited our favorite hiking trails, waterfalls, and old, abandoned barns. We’d always loved doing things like that. We didn’t go eat at Iris’s or go to the bar. We didn’t do anything with anyone we knew, outside of going to dinner at my folks’ sometimes. We just enjoyed each other.
The only difference now was that we did a bunch of kissing. And cuddling. We made sure the doors were locked and the blinds closed when we watched shows. Sutt would lie down, and I’d be on top of him, nestled between his legs, or both of us on our sides, him with his arm around me. It was real nice and not something I did much with the women I’d dated.
We spent a whole lot of time naked together. We hadn’t done more than rub off on each other, Sutton on top of me, thrusting our cocks together, which…who knew it was basically the best thing that could happen to a guy? Especially when we started doing it without underwear on, and Sutt would wrap his hand around our cocks together. I got boned up just thinking about it.
The other difference was that I’d spent a bunch of time researching sex between men on the internet. I hadn’t shared that piece of information with Sutton yet. It was embarrassing to feel so clueless, but it was more than that too. It got me interested in stuff I never thought I’d wonder about. Like, I didn’t get how anything could feel good going up your ass. Apparently, lots of guys felt the same, but others talked about how amazing it was. And when I watched some porn while Sutton was at Brian’s, it sure as shit looked like they were having a good time. That made me…interested.
But that was porn, not real life. It was all confusing and made me feel, well, weird, to be honest. Why was I suddenly curious about that? Why wasn’t I thinking more about doing it to Sutton rather than being curious about how it would feel for me?
It was those thoughts that fucked me up sometimes. Like why was I twenty-six and just now thinking about that? Hell, I read about women pegging men, and that wasn’t something I’d ever considered, but now I was with Sutton, and everything was upside down. Like I didn’t know myself. When we were together, none of the other stuff mattered, but when we were apart, my brain would get going, running too fast for me to stop it.
But none of it was enough to make me walk away from him. That would feel like cutting out my own heart.
Sometimes I thought about talking to Sammy about it. I’d send him a text to say hi and see how he was doing, and I’d consider saying, Hey, wanna tell me about butt sex? Do you get penetrated? How long have you known you’re gay? Were you scared to? Do the thoughts and confusion ever get easier? But he had enough going on. He shouldn’t have to worry about my shit; about the cousin who called him a queer and still hadn’t told him it don’t matter none that he’s gay. I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to talk to him about these things, so I tried not to dwell on it.
I rolled over in bed to see Sutton watching me. “What are you starin’ at, creeper?”
He chuckled. “Your thoughts were going crazy. I could feel them.” Sutton danced his fingers from my temple to my chin. I shivered. No one in my whole life had made me do that before. He treated me like I was something precious, and while I wasn’t sure how I felt about liking it, I did.