Page 10 of Accidentally Joining His Cult (Chicago Awakenings #1)

CHAPTER TEN

Cody

B eing bi really is awesome. Last night with Beck was the hottest sex of my life, and there wasn’t even penetration. I’m not sure if being with men is always that amazing or if it's specific to him, but that was the best release I’ve ever had.

I wanted to continue our fun in the shower, but I think that Beck was worried about me freaking out. He insisted on taking care of me, washing my hair and body, taking his time massaging and exploring. When I tried to touch his cock, he swatted me away with a warning glare saying there was no way that he’d come again after his orgasm drained him and that we didn’t need to overdo it on the first night.

I think he meant for it to be intimidating, but his glare was pretty hot.

He had a point, though. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was and quickly fell asleep with Beck wrapped around me in our bed. I’d never been the little spoon before, and it was everything. I felt so content and peaceful with his muscular body holding me safe in his arms.

I’m so glad that we get to share a room this weekend. Hopefully, tonight, Beck can continue to show me everything that I’ve been missing out on while assuming I was straight.

Unfortunately, this morning started with sunrise yoga, leaving no time to fool around before the full day.

I might have spent the entire time checking out Beck’s muscles as he bent and stretched. How have I never realized how sexy a man’s body can be? I also spent the entire class trying—and probably failing—to hide my half-hard cock. Oh well.

Now, we’re at a buffet-style breakfast in the venue’s main restaurant before today’s programs officially begin. The seating is designed to encourage socializing, which means no private tables for couples.

Not that Beck and I are a couple.

At least, I’m pretty sure we’re not. I know that we went on one date, but I think that was just a way to hang out and hook up.

…Right?

So, I’m, like, seventy percent sure that we’re not actually dating.

“Are you my boyfriend?” I ask, just in case.

Beck freezes, then starts coughing, choking on whatever food he just tried to swallow.

We’re sitting with some of my friends, and luckily, after brief introductions, they’ve been mostly happy to let us chat among ourselves. I don’t think anyone heard my question, but I wouldn’t care if they did. I have nothing to hide. Kyla is very supportive of all types of love and relationships, and there are plenty of LGBTQIA+ identifying members at the company.

We have programs specifically created to help people struggling with their own identity, as well as courses to encourage better allies in the community. Even the courses for “enlightened relationships” that are designed to help people strengthen their relationships and marriages, examine the history of marriage itself, including for same-sex couples. They look at the ramifications of the legal definitions of marriage and how these have impacted society, communities, and individual relationships over time and in our world today.

I’ve heard from many of the LGBTQIA+ members of our community in Montana that our city feels like a paradise of acceptance compared to their previous towns.

Beck finally stops coughing, and I’m pulled back from my racing thoughts as he gives me a bewildered expression. “I’m not your boyfriend,” he finally gets out. “I haven’t been anyone's boyfriend since I was sixteen,” he adds, still looking very concerned by my question.

“Cool, I just wanted to clarify since you said we went on that date, and I’ve realized that we’ve been talking a lot more than I talk to my other friends,” I add casually.

I wasn't trying to say I want Beck to be my boyfriend, but I also don’t completely hate the idea if we’re being perfectly honest.

Still, that feels like a big decision, and it’s not like we live near each other.

Beck’s shoulders visibly relax, and he lets out a big exhale. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to sound like such a horrible option. I’ve just never seriously dated anyone, and the thought of it at all sounds so absurd to me that I couldn't help but freak out a little.”

I meet his gaze with a smirk. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t too offended. I know that anyone would be lucky to be my boyfriend,” I wink.

I expect him to laugh or tease me back, but Beck just gives me a soft smile and says, “They would.”

My heart rate picks up at his words, and my stomach feels all fluttery. I’m worried that I might like Beck more than he likes me. I’m not ready for things to go back to how they were before yesterday. The idea of not being able to kiss him again makes my chest tight with anxiety.

If I'm about to have a freakout, that's what it'll be about.

“I know that we don’t have time for this conversation now,” I begin, wanting to get this out before my thoughts spiral all day when I should focus on learning.

And not the kind of learning I hope Beck has planned for tonight.

“But I just want to put it out there that I’m so happy about what happened last night and that I really hope it can happen again tonight,” I say, flashing him my biggest smile. I want him to understand how sincere I am—that I have absolutely zero regrets.

Well, other than not having his cock in my mouth yet. Sure, swallowing his load and sucking his cum-covered fingers had been hot as hell, but I’d really like to blow him.

And when he touched my hole, my whole body felt alive. Nerve endings I didn’t know existed were overwhelmed with the pleasant sensation caused by his pressure. I definitely want him to do that again, and if I enjoyed just his finger touching me there, I can’t even imagine how it would feel to have him inside me.

I know that we still have more to talk about regarding preferences, but I’ll be happy to do whatever Beck wants me to. When he called me a “good boy” last night, it was like a jolt of pleasure went through my spine and straight to my cock.

I’ve always been happy to go along with what my partner wants as far as sex goes, their pleasure turning me on, but no one has ever called me that before. I really hope that he does it again.

Beck smirks and glances down at the obvious bulge in my slacks. “You’re going to need to stop thinking about whatever is causing that before you have to lecture today.”

“Maybe signing us up for the same schedule was a dumb idea,” I admit. Isn’t it bad for you to have an erection all day?

“Nah, I’m glad we’ll get to spend the day together,” Beck says casually before his eyes widen like he didn’t actually mean to say that out loud.

“Somebody likes me,” I sing, bumping our shoulders together.

“You’re alright,” he grunts back, rolling his eyes.

“I’m ‘the sexiest man you’ve ever seen’ remember ,” I tease, unable to resist.

He shoves my shoulder, and it only makes my smile grow even wider. He finally laughs and shakes his head like he doesn’t know what to do with me.

“Obviously you’re really hot too,” I concede, “if you’ve made me realize I’m into men.” That gets him to return my smile just as our Vice President of Operations speaks into a microphone, announcing that the day's events are set to begin shortly.

I’m so excited for today. The schedule is packed with presentations about the latest Kyla programs and team-building activities hosted by the venue. Attendees can pick sessions that interest them most or align with their future teaching goals. For those not in classes, there’s a variety of activities like a ropes course, kayaking, tennis, pickleball, golf, and even dance classes. The focus is on keeping both our minds and bodies active while fostering team connections.

Viktor emphasizes that happiness and success stem from taking care of yourself first. That’s why Kyla provides full-time access to top dietitians, nutritionists, personal trainers, and sports medicine professionals. At the corporate headquarters, meals and daily group fitness activities are offered to all employees, and these perks are extended to the local community as well. Viktor believes in uplifting everyone because, as he says, “A village is only as happy as its least happy member.”

“So, what's this first class about?” Beck asks me, looking at a printout of his schedule for the day.

“It’s a new one that our VP of Finance has created about maximizing the value of your money. I’m really excited about it! Howard is one of my best friends, and he always helps me when I have questions about money.” I’ve always admired when people get to teach about their passions and expertise.

Personally, I’ve been fortunate never to stress much about finances. With both of my parents finding success in Hollywood, money was rarely a concern. My mom even set aside earnings from the commercials and modeling gigs I did as a kid into an investment account. As part of their divorce settlement, my parents also funded a college account that ended up with more than I ever needed for school. The investments paid off, and by the time I graduated, I had more financial security than most people ever dream of.

If I ever have questions about taxes or finances, though, Howard or Viktor are happy to help. I really am so lucky to have such supportive friends.

Beck doesn’t look as thrilled about attending this program as I am, but he probably also has people who help him with his money. You never know when you might learn something important, though, so hopefully, he’ll get into it.

He jokes about the class of mine that he took being a ‘trauma dump’, but he seemed happy to be there and eager to take another. I think he just needs time to warm up to things since he’s generally more guarded about his emotions.

After we finish breakfast, I take Beck’s hand and lead him toward the theater. He looks momentarily surprised but lets me guide him, chuckling softly. I flash him a wide grin as we find seats near the front.

“How are you always so peppy?” he whispers as Howard walks onto the stage.

“Is there something wrong with being happy?” I tease with another grin as I turn toward him.

He looks equally annoyed and amused with me, and I love it. He really is hot when he’s all scowly.