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Chapter 21

Weston

I hear the slow applause before we even make it fully into the living room. Parker’s straddling Ben’s lap, facing the hall so the quirk of their lips is the first thing I see when I approach.

They give a low whistle. “Damn, West. You sound hot as fuck when you come.”

Ben laughs, but Darcy growls. “Parker. Enough.”

Parker shrugs, clearly unbothered. “What? He does . You’re denying it?”

Darcy darts forward, flicking Parker in the forehead. “Of course I’m not denying it. Keep your mouth shut. Stop worrying about what West sounds like when he comes and worry about Ben, yeah?”

Parker huffs with an eye roll. “So touchy.”

“Nothing to say, Ben?” I ask, surprised he’s been so quiet.

“Nope. Why? Do you want me to tell you how hot you sound too? Is the good professor not doing a good job praising you?”

Darcy turns a glare on me. “Look what you started.”

Parker hums. “Ugh. You two idiots have me horny.” They lean in close to Ben, grossing me right the fuck out when they whisper, “Should we take over West’s bedroom?” in Ben’s ear.

“Ew. No. You’re not fucking in my bedroom.”

I expect Parker to make another smart-ass comment, but instead I get narrowed eyes and a curious eyebrow raise. “So, are you fucking in your bedroom, then?”

“Shut the fuck up, Parker,” Darcy snaps before I can respond.

My jaw drops open in shock. What the hell is wrong with him?

“Jesus. You’re so mean to me,” Parker pouts, flipping Darcy off before climbing off Ben’s lap and settling beside him on the couch instead. “Let’s watch football, since you want to be all grumpy.”

Darcy continues to glare at the back of Parker’s head, and after a few seconds, he rounds the couch and sits down. I squeeze in between him and Ben. If we’re all going to keep hanging out here together, I’m going to need a chair or something.

By the end of the first quarter, it’s clear something is wrong with Darcy. I have no idea what it could possibly be. He has to know I’m not into Parker. I mean, sure they’re attractive, but I can’t really see anyone but Darcy.

The thing that’s getting to me, though, is that I’m not sure he feels the same. Hell, I’m pretty convinced I’m in love with him and not only does he keep making excuses for not having sex with me, but he cursed at Park for what, I felt, was an innocent question. Okay, so maybe not innocent, but it also wasn’t said with malice, at least that I noticed.

Not to mention, anyone with eyes can see that Parker isn’t interested in me. Not really. I think they just genuinely enjoy fucking with Darcy. He’s making himself an easy target too. Parker obviously likes causing mayhem, and Darcy plays right into it.

The longer I stew on things, the more irritated I get and by half-time, I’m just as grumpy as Darcy. He leans into me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lie.

He nudges me in the side. “Are you sure?”

“Yup. I’m fine.”

Ben snorts. “Says no one ever when they’re actually fine.”

“Well, in my case, I mean it,” I fire back. And I am. Except maybe, I’m actually not because truly, what is Darcy’s problem?

Everyone falls silent. Darcy’s tense beside me. Quiet too. Normally, he’s jumping up and down, yelling at the TV and generally acting like a crazed football fan, but apparently not today. Fuck. I hate this.

The Bills are up. No surprise there since they’re playing the Pats. But at the end of the third quarter, Parker stands. “Well, I think I’m gonna get out of here. Ben?”

Ben jumps up. “I go where you go, Park.”

Parker rolls their eyes, but there’s a small grin on their face. “You two need to work your shit out. It’s so awkward here today.”

“I agree,” Ben says. “And you were worried about my relationship with Park making things weird between you and Darcy. You’re the only person I know who can get laid and come out grumpier than when you went in.”

Well that’s fucking rude. I chance a look at Darcy to find him studiously avoiding my gaze. Fucking perfect. It’s probably best if they go anyway. Seems we have some shit to work through.

Darcy tells them goodbye and they leave without another word. They probably couldn’t wait to get out of here. Hell, I want to get out of here .

“Why are you so mad at Parker?” I ask, trying to think back to where everything first went wrong.

“I’m not.” The set of Darcy’s shoulders and the way his arms are crossed over his chest don’t instill much confidence in the response.

“I have no idea why you’re lying, but maybe we should go with the truth.”

Hazel eyes fly to mine. “I am telling the truth. I’m not mad at Parker.”

“You’re s omething at them.”

“Yeah. I’m I want them to mind their own damn business at them.”

That truly makes no sense. “Parker said you tell each other everything.”

I’m met with silence.

When it becomes abundantly clear that I’m not going to get anything more out of him, I sigh in resignation. “I think you should go home.”

Wide eyes snap to mine. “What? Why?”

I rub my hand down my face as disappointment churns through me. “You’re not being honest with me. I don’t know what to do about it. Here’s the thing, Darcy.” I scoot away from him on the couch, adjusting until I can look him in the eyes. “I know this is all new for me. And I know it took me a second to catch on to what I was feeling, but I’m not a fucking idiot. I know how I feel. I know what I want. And it’s pissing me off that you’re keeping me at arm’s length. Why are you doing that?”

“I’m not,” Darcy defends, holding his hands out in front of him.

“You are and I don’t know why. Unless…” I stop talking. “Like I said, I think you should go home. Take some time to figure out what you want. Something. I don’t know. ”

I can tell he doesn’t like that idea, and I don’t like it either, but I’m in too deep and I can’t deal with this shit. Is that fair to him? Maybe not. I shouldn’t expect him to feel the things I feel, and if he doesn’t? Then I need to figure out what to do. I can’t keep doing this , though, that’s for sure.

“But…” Darcy’s voice trails off. “I want you. ”

“Yeah? You have a real fucked up way of showing it.”

His jaw falls open, then he’s working it up and down like he’s trying to make words and they just aren’t coming out. “Please,” he finally says, voice quiet with a hint of pleading. “Please don’t make me leave.”

Jesus. This fucking sucks. “I don’t want you to leave, Darcy. Not really. But I can’t do this with you, either. I just can’t. I—I’m starting to think this,” I say, waving my hand between the two of us. “Means something different to me than it does to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Darcy asks, head cocked to the side.

“It means that I have feelings for you, and I’m not sure if you feel the same. What is this, Darcy? Fuck around with the ‘straight’ guy? Have a little fun at his expense?”

“Of course not. Why would you even think that?” The hurt simmering in his voice sends a little pang through my heart. “Is that really how this feels to you?”

“There’s clearly something you aren’t telling me. Something Parker knows. Something you don’t want me to know. If you’re not into me, just say that, Darcy. I’m a big boy, I can handle—”

“I exclusively top,” Darcy blurts out, interrupting me.

His face loses almost all its color, and my brain grinds to a halt. I truly don’t understand why that matters. “Okay… What does that have to do with anything? ”

“You keep asking for sex and I don’t bottom and Parker knows that. That’s why they were saying what they said. That’s why I wanted them to shut up. Because I didn’t want them to tell you.” The words come out in a rush, followed by a sharp breath.

I blink at him for a few seconds, watching as he fidgets. He never fidgets. Never. But now? Now his fingers are twitching and he can’t sit still. “Maybe I am fucking stupid, then, because I’m still not following. So it’s just me you don’t want to have sex with then?”

Darcy groans, flopping backward on the couch dramatically. “No. Jesus. I want you so badly I can’t fucking stand it. God, West. You have to know that. I’d have you there now— right now —underneath me if I could. You have no idea how fucking badly I want that. To push into you. To know what it’s like to be with you that way.”

The promise in his tone and the way he hasn’t even touched me and he’s already cussing has my cock swelling against the zipper of my jeans. “It’s so stupid, but it turns me on so much when you cuss like that. I think it’s because it’s always when you’re feeling passionate about something. I love that fire. That’s not the point of this conversation, though. The point of this conversation is, so why are we not doing that?”

Darcy sits up, eyes searching my face like he thinks I’m fucking with him. “You can’t just be okay with that.”

Irritation burns up my throat and spills from my mouth. “Will you get off your fucking high horse and stop acting like you know my wants better than I do? It’s fucking insulting.”

There are a few seconds of tense silence, and then Darcy’s shoving to his feet. “Bedroom. Now.”

My dick throbs heavily. Well, fuck. “Okay.”

I follow him down the hall into my room and when he walks over the threshold, he pauses, his steps faltering a little as he turns back to me. I’m not sure if he’s expecting me to balk at the idea, but I’m not. I mean, sure, I’m a little apprehensive, but I’ve loved everything else we’ve done. Nothing, not one single thing about Darcy turns me off, so fuck it. I’m willing to try anything once. “What if you hate it?”

I only barely resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Are you going to break up with me if I do? Force me to do it anyway?”

He looks absolutely horrified by that, and I already know the answer before he says, “Of course not.”

I give him a pointed stare, waiting to see what new line of bullshit he’s going to come up with, when he whips his shirt over his head. He nods toward me. “Get undressed.”

Fuck yes. I strip down quickly and climb onto the bed. Nerves fire in my stomach, but I trust him, so I attempt to relax. Watching the lines of his back muscles flex as he pulls his pants down, I stroke my already aching cock. Fuck, he’s so sexy. I let my eyes trail down his long legs, taking in the fine hair on his thighs that gets darker and thicker as it goes down. My dick jerks in my hand, pre-cum pulsing out, so I let go of it. This man has me on a hair trigger. It’s embarrassing.

Once Darcy’s fully naked, he turns around and looks at me, eyes widening. “You’re hard.”

I glance down at my throbbing dick. “Uh, duh. You’re fucking hot, Darcy. You think I’m going to watch you undress and not be hard?”

He ignores me, but his cheeks flush pink. “Do you have lube?”

What a stupid-ass question. What twenty-one-year old doesn’t have lube?

I wordlessly reach into my drawer and pull the bottle out, dropping it onto the bed beside me. Darcy makes his way to me and climbs up, settling his naked body on mine and damn near attacking my mouth with his. He’s not usually so aggressive, but I’m so fucking here for it. Dragging my nails up his back, I push my tongue past his lips, moaning when he sucks on it and grinds his dick against mine. The frantic kissing doesn’t last long, and when he breaks it, he fumbles for the bottle of lube and pops it open.

A bit of trepidation rushes through me, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna show any fear, so I hook my arm under my knee and pull my leg back. It’s terribly exposing and slightly uncomfortable, but Darcy’s practically devouring me with his eyes, so I can deal. Besides, my dick is still leaking, still hard as a fucking rock, so I’m sure it’ll be fine.

He basically covers his hand in lube. Probably too much, really, since it’s dripping off his fingers and onto the blanket below. His chest rises and falls quickly, and his eyes can’t seem to find a place to settle. He looks nervous, so I try to lighten the mood. “Why are you acting like this is your first time doing this? I’m the one who should be freaking out. Not you.”

He finds my eyes with his, and there’s humor there now that wasn’t there before. “I’m just afraid you won’t like it.”

I’m a little afraid of that too. “It’ll be fine. Everything we’ve done to this point has been perfect.” I gesture to my dick. “And it’s on board. So get on with it.”

He squeezes his eyes closed and nods once before looking down between my spread legs. Jesus. I wish he’d quit staring at it. His hand comes up and I force myself to stay relaxed when a cool finger brushes my hole. Holy shit. That’s… different. Not bad. Good, even. He moves his finger again, making small circles and spreading the lube around before pressing forward just enough for the tip to slip in.

It burns a little, but it’s not a bad feeling. It’s actually good. Wow. “More.”

“Don’t rush me,” Darcy says, raising an eyebrow at me. “I’ve imagined this a million times. Let me have my moment. ”

My lips curve into a smile that quickly morphs into a slack-jawed gasp when he pulls out and pushes in again. It’s a little deeper this time and the burn’s a little more intense, but so are the good feelings.

This is nothing like I expected, and I’m pretty convinced I’ve been missing out my whole life because my dick feels like it’s about to explode. Like what he’s doing is somehow tied directly to it. I already know if I touch myself, this is all going to be over.

He works just the tip of his finger in and out, eyes focused on his task. My body goes a little shivery and hot and I squirm a bit as heat starts to curl around my balls and settle in my lower stomach.

“More?” he murmurs, glancing up at me quickly before looking down again.

“Yeah,” I say. Fuck, I sound breathless. I feel pretty breathless too.

“Two, now. Is that okay?” I nod and the pressure increases, then Darcy’s hand is resting against my ass cheeks. My head falls back against the pillow as a groan tears from my throat. “Fuck, Darcy.”

“Good?”

Good. So good. So fucking good. My fingers twitch against my side as I grip the blanket, only barely suppressing the urge to rock my hips and work myself over his still fingers. I nod, since words are hard.

It feels like he’s curling his fingers a little, like he’s searching for something. I don’t know what, but this is fucking mind-blowing, so I’m happy to let him do what he wants—“Oh my fucking God. What is that?” My dick is throbbing heavily, so damn sensitive that it feels like a breeze could send me over the edge and whatever Darcy just did made it a hundred times more intense.

Darcy laughs under his breath, crooking his fingers again, and white-hot bliss explodes down my spine and up my untouched cock. My entire body locks up tight, a hoarse moan spilling from my throat as cum lands on my stomach and chest in thick bursts .

“Fucking hell,” Darcy murmurs, rubbing that spot inside me again, forcing another pleasured wave to ricochet through my body. I’m damn near convulsing, my chest heaving with each burning breath.

When my dick’s finally done pulsing and shooting, I’m still hard. Holy fuck. I look up at Darcy in time to notice wide eyes with blown pupils. He drags his tongue along his lower lip and finds my eyes. The disbelief there is probably mirrored in mine. “What the fuck was that?” I repeat.

My dick is throbbing again and still so fucking sensitive that it’s taking all of my self-control to not stroke myself. I feel like I’m seconds away from coming, like I was edging and stopped, even though I’m definitely covered in cum.

“Wow,” Darcy breathes. “That was your prostate.”

I mean, yeah, I figured, but also everything is tingling and tight and hot and aching and I need to come despite the fact that I just did. “I need to come, Darcy.”

“Can I fuck you?” he asks, pleading. Desperate. “Please?”

The power of speech has apparently left me because all I can manage is a gasp and a nod.