Page 16 of Perfectly Wrong

I nod. “I went inside and asked dad who you were. He said oh that’s just my friend.

I knew from his tone he didn’t want to talk about it, so I let it go, but every time I went to my dad’s, I would hope you would come over.

” I kiss the palm of his hand. “That weekend, I came out to both parents. I told my dad, and he said he already knew.” Bishop smiles.

“I told my mom, and of course, she lost her shit, but I didn’t care.

I knew one hundred percent, and a big part of that was because of you.

I wished and wished you would show up again, and then one day, two years later, you did. ”

“I did.”

“It was the second time you changed my life.” I lean in to kiss him softly. “I wonder what the third thing will be.”

“Maybe there’s only two times.”

I shake my head. “No. We’re bigger than that. We’re epic shit.”

He cups my face. “Epic, huh?”

“I hope so, Bishop. I want…” I stop myself, squeezing my eyes shut. “I need to be quiet.”

“No, be open. Don’t edit.”

“I can’t say it. I don’t want to freak you out.”

“You can’t, Tristan. Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.” I roll over away from him, but Bishop follows me, climbing on me and hovering above me. “Tell me, baby. Say what’s on your mind.”

I shake my head. “Nothing, Bishop. Let it go.”

He searches my eyes for a moment before leaning into me and pressing his lips on mine.

His tongue invades my mouth, and I accept him, hungry for more.

I wrap my body around him, trying as hard as I can to melt my body into his, to become one, so he can never leave.

He moves away, but I try to follow him until he cups my face.

“Tell me your secrets, Tristan. Give them to me. Not Trinity. Me.” His tone is some kind of blend of jealousy and tenderness and passion. “I want them.”

“Them?”

“Your secrets. Even the ones about me.”

Something in his eyes draws the words to my lips. “I want you to fall in love with me.” A ripple of panic rushes through me, but his expression hasn’t changed, encouraging me to continue. “I want to be the one for you, Bishop.”

He searches my eyes. “Why, Tristan? Are you in love with me?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know what that feels like, but I know I want to spend every fucking minute of every fucking day with you.”

“Maybe you’re just infatuated or obsessed with me. Maybe you just want me because I’m forbidden.”

“Maybe. I’ve thought of that.”

“That’s why you want to spend time with me? To see if it’s love?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Why were you afraid to say that to me? Did you think I would get upset?”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

“You thought I would reject you?”

My eyes well with tears. “Maybe.”

“Tristan, babe, I’m not sure how to describe how I feel either, but it doesn’t freak me out to hear what you hope happens.

Not at all.” He kisses me again, softly, brushing his lips over mine.

“You want to be my everything?” I nod. “That’s beautiful.

It’s… the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. ”

“Maybe it can happen.”

Bishop smiles. “Yeah, maybe it can.” He pulls my wrist. “Let’s go order a pizza and watch a movie.”

I smile. “Perfect.”

In the morning, I roll over onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I feel sick, knowing what I have to deal with today, but it has to happen. I sit up, rubbing my forehead. The bed is empty. I start to get up, but Bishop enters the room. A huge smile graces his face.

“Morning, Tristan. Sleep well?”

“Perfect. You?”

“Better than I have in a long time.” He stands between my legs draping his arms around my neck. “I loved feeling you next to me all night.”

I smile, circling his nipple with my finger. “That’s nice to hear.”

“Yeah, so stay as long as you want.”

My eyes widen. “Do you mean that?”

“Do you think I don’t? Do you think I would say that if I really wanted you to leave? That would be pretty stupid.”

I feel my bottom lip quiver so I clear my throat to push it back. “Okay.”

“Hey.” Bishop cups my chin. “What is it, baby? You feeling emotional this morning?”

I nod. “You have no idea how amazing this moment is for me.”

“So tell me.”

“Bishop…” My voice cracks. “It’s fucking everything.” I lean into him, pressing my face against his hard torso and planting kisses there. I move down, breathing on and nibbling his dick through his boxers.

His hands move through my hair, gently tugging so I have to look up at him. “Let’s go shower. Then I have breakfast for us.”

“And then?”

“I’ll let you go so you can talk to your dad.”

I nod. “Can you fuck me up before I go?”

Bishop laughs softly. “What do you think we’re doing in the shower?”

“Right on.” I climb out of bed and follow him into the bathroom.

“You can use my toothbrush.”

I smile, picking it up and squeezing toothpaste on it. “Some people get really grossed out by sharing toothbrushes.”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t do it with anyone else, but since I’ve licked your asshole, I figure we can share that too.”

I laugh. “You’re hilarious.”

He kisses my cheek. “Thanks.”

I watch him turn on the water, then walk over to me and take the toothbrush from me. He squeezes more toothpaste on it and begins to clean his teeth, watching me as he does. For some reason, it’s oddly intimate to me. He rinses his mouth, then grips my wrist, pulling me into the shower.

I lean into him, pressing my chest against him and finding his mouth with my own. We kiss under the hot stream of water, our hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies.

“You feel so good,” Bishop murmurs. “Your body is perfect.”

I smile, flicking my tongue over his lips. “I’m so glad you like how I look.”

“Like? I fucking love how you look. Always have.” He reaches behind me, digging his fingers into my tender ass. “I just want to tear you apart when you look at me with those eyes.”

“Is that your favorite part of me?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know if I could pick. Your eyes grabbed me first, but it’s kind of everything together.” He tilts his head, smiling. “But it’s not just your face, baby. It’s all of you.” He kisses me. “Now your turn.”

“Favorite part of you?”

“Yep.”

“Your face and how it all comes together. Your lips.” I exhale slowly. “But honestly, it’s your intensity and the way your eyes speak even when you don’t. The minute our eyes met, that was it was for me. I was done.”

Bishop cups my face. “I guess I was done too.” He moves back so he’s sitting on the shower bench. “Can we do this without the lube?”

A smile tugs at my lips. “Let’s try.” I straddle his lap, gripping his dick as I slide down on it. It takes some adjustment, but I slowly get it in. As soon as I move, I flinch. “Ouch. No.” I climb off.

“Stay.” Bishop steps out and returns seconds later with the lube. He rubs some on his cock then slides his slick fingers between my ass. “Now.”

I nod, resuming my positioning and smiling when he slides in easily. With my feet up on the bench beside him, I basically ride his dick, sucking his tongue in the process, and holding on to his shoulders. Bishop reaches down and strokes my cock.

“Tonight, you’ll fuck me again,” he whispers, causing me to moan. “I can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me again, the metal of your ring hitting my most sensitive parts.”

“Oh fuck, Bishop.”

“Does that sound good, baby?”

“So good.”

“You like it when I bottom for you? You like owning my ass for a little while?”

I meet his eyes. “I fucking love it. I love all of it.”

“Yeah?” He drives his hips into me. “You like that?”

I nod, moaning his name as I claw at his shoulders.

“You love my dick?”

“Yasss.”

“I love fucking you, Tristan. Love it.”

“Come for me. I want you to fill my ass.”

His brow furrows as he bucks his hips into me causing me to grunt the word fuck about ten times. I slide off his lap and suck his dick into my mouth, watching him flinch from the sensation. He pulls my arm and immediately sucks my dick into his mouth, sliding his tongue around my piercing.

“So fucking sexy,” he growls. “I want to taste you, Tristan. I need it.”

“Oh fuck.” I pump his mouth as he plays with my balls.

“Fuck!” I explode, shooting cum down his throat while he keeps his eyes on mine.

He swallows it all, milking my cock for every drop.

I run my fingers through his jet-black hair.

“You were right. I’m fucking ruined. No one will ever fuck me like you do. ”

Bishop stands and kisses me hard. “That’s right, Tristan. No one.”

“You like it, don’t you? You love that you own me. You know I’ll never leave you. I’ll never let anyone else fuck me. You know it and you love it.”

“I do.”

I kiss him again, sucking his tongue into my mouth. “Then you should fall in love with me. It’s only fair.”

Bishop pinches my chin. “I’m working on it.”

“Just be honest with him.” I nod, listening to Bishop give me advice. “But be strong. He’ll respect you for that.”

“Yeah, okay. Can I come back here?”

“What are you gonna tell your dad?”

“Well I’m imagining this won’t go well so we’ll need some space.”

“But if he asks?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just say I’m going out and not to worry.”

Bishop nods. “Okay. I’ll be here for you.”

“I know.” I lean in and kiss him softly. “Thank you for being my support. I need it.”

“You got this, babe.”

“Time for me to be a man.”

He grins. “You’re already a man. Trust me.”

Twenty minutes later, I pull up in front of my dad’s house in my rental car.

Nervous doesn’t begin to describe what I’m feeling right now.

I shut the car off and walk inside. He’s already sitting in his normal spot at the kitchen table reading the paper and drinking coffee.

When he looks up, he’s happy for a moment, but it quickly fades when he realizes something is wrong.

“Tristan. Why are you home? Is something wrong?”

I nod, feeling my eyes tear up. I don’t want to disappoint him but I have to. “Yeah, something’s wrong.”

He puts his paper down. “What happened?”

“I flunked out, dad. They put me on academic suspension.”

His jaw twitches. “I see.”

“I tried. I just couldn’t do it.” I exhale slowly. “I’m not going back.”

Dad nods, gazing down at the table. “So now what?”

“I’ll get a job and start building a career for myself.”

“Doing what?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out. I’m smart. Just not school smart.”

“Of course you’re smart.”

“I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t want to disappoint you. I hated it from day one, but I made it almost two years because of you.”

“You’ve been suffering for two years?”

“Yeah. I know how much it means to you, but it’s just not for me.”

He stands and moves in front of the French doors leading outside. “I am disappointed. I worry about how you’ll make a place for yourself in the world. I don’t want you to get stuck in low paying jobs with no future.”

“I know. I might have to start at the bottom, but I’ll work my way up. Lots of people have done okay without degrees, dad.”

“Lots of people like Bishop?” He turns and looks at me with his arms crossed over his chest. “Is that who you’re comparing yourself to?”

“No. I don’t think I’m like him at all. I think I’m like you.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m smart and stubborn and won’t let anything get in my way. You have to trust me.”

“I want to, Tristan, but…” He rubs his forehead. “How can I when you haven’t been honest?”

“I didn’t lie. I was trying to keep my grades up. Trinity tutors me all the time. She’s the only reason I made it last semester. I tried.”

“Not what I’m talking about.”

“Then what?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t want to go?”

I pull my head back. “I didn’t see it as an option. You’ve been telling me as long as I can remember that I would go to Penn State and I would study business or law or medicine. You never asked me what I wanted. Not once.”

“Because you don’t fucking know. You’re aimless. If it wasn’t for me, you probably wouldn’t have finished high school.”

His words sting, but at the same time, he’s right. “Some people just take longer, dad.”

“You still don’t know. You come in here telling me you dropped school, but to do what? What is your passion, Tristan?”

“I don’t know,” I mutter under my breath.

“What? Speak up. You want to be a man? Well, men don’t mumble.”

“Why do I have to know right now? Why can’t I just figure it out?”

“And live off me or your mom? Is that your plan?”

“What? You don’t want me here?” I do not want to go to my mom’s now that her man is there full time. “Is that the deal, dad?”

“Not rent free. The deal was you go to school full time or you work full time.”

“Jesus, I just got back . Give me a fucking minute, will you?”

“What are your plans? To go down to the hamburger joint and get a minimum wage job flipping burgers?”

“God, you’re hard-headed.” I stand up. “I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business, but I’m not staying here and being insulted. I knew you would be a dick about it.”

“Did you just call me a dick?”

I roll my eyes. “I need your support and guidance and all you can do is shove your dreams and your ideas for me down my throat. Maybe I don’t know what I want because I’ve been too busy trying to be what you want.

So think about that, dad, the next time you think I’m a loser with no direction. I tried. Okay. I tried.”

I stomp out of the house and get in the car, tearing off before he can stop me. All I want right now is Bishop.