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Chapter Twenty-Four

Tobias

Playing with Theo is more fun than I thought it would be.

It’s been over a year since I’ve slept with anyone.

Yeah, I jerk off occasionally, when my body isn’t too exhausted from work and staying out drinking until two am, but there’s something about sharing orgasms with someone else that makes it so much better.

“Show you how?” he asks.

I thrust my hips up, crushing his dick between mine and his stomach.

“Rub your cock against mine, grind against me. Do whatever you need to do to come— except jerk off.”

“Fuck,” he breathes out shakily. “Should I get lube?”

“If you think it’ll help.”

I’m so close that I’m going to come regardless. He’s barely been touched, but I can see how badly he wants this. He’s close too, so this won’t be an issue. He leans over to dig through his nightstand drawer and pulls out lube that he drizzles over our cocks.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks in an unsure tone.

“Please do.”

He leans forward, resting his body on top of mine, but holding himself up just enough that he can move.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” he whispers against my lips.

“Isn’t that the fun of it? Let your instincts take over. You want to come, so come.”

He presses his forehead against mine as he thrusts against me, his dick gliding along mine smoothly.

It slips to the side, and he adjusts his hips so he’s on top of me again.

His lips find mine, and he keeps moving, keeps trying to find a rhythm that works for him.

I lift to meet his thrusts, helping him just a little.

His whimpers and moans get lost between our kiss, his hands grasping the sheets beside my head.

I’m not usually one to bottom, but I kind of want to for him.

I think he’d make it feel great for me, with the way he’s moving his hips right now.

“Tobias…” he moans.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I think I’m going to come.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“Yes. Fuck, I am.”

He lets out the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

This breathless mix of a whimper and a moan, as he grinds against me, his hot cum spilling all over me.

I grab onto his hips, grinding against him harder and come a second later.

It hits my hard and it takes a while for me to catch my breath.

He rests his head in the crook of my neck, our bodies stuck together.

I’m not the kind of guy that hates cuddling after, as long as they know they have to leave at some point.

Since I’m here, that won’t be an issue, so this isn’t an issue.

I run my fingers up and down his spine, along his ass and back up.

It must tickle, but he sighs happily, and I swear I feel his dick getting thick all over again.

Finally, he lifts his head, then peels his body off mine.

His dick is jutting out, ready for more.

“Damn, really?” I ask.

He shrugs, his cheeks going a little pink.

“That was hot.”

“Yeah, it was,” I agree.

He disappears into a bathroom attached to his room and comes back a moment later with a damp towel.

“You can shower if you want," he tells me.

“I’m good.” I take the towel and clean the cum off me before tossing it into the laundry basket in the corner. “So, what did you think?” I ask.

I guess it’s an awkward question, but I’m curious to know what he thinks. It was his first time with a guy, and though it wasn’t sex, he handled my dick and that’s a big deal.

“I know that was minor compared to some things we could do, but damn, that was by far the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

I grin, getting to my feet .

“Because you’re definitely gay.” His face falls and I feel like an asshole. “Sorry, should I not have said that?”

“No, it’s just… it’s nothing.”

“It’s something.”

Chewing on his cheek, he goes to a dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants.

“I just haven’t said it out loud. Or had anyone else say it. Or maybe even completely accepted it. It wasn’t bad that you said it, just a shock.”

I go to him. “Does it feel right?”

“ That felt right.” He points to the bed.

I lean in to kiss his lips, then go to the living room to gather my clothes. I shove on my underwear and my pants but don’t button them. The movie is long over, so I find another as he gets us another bottle of wine.

“You want to order some food?” he asks as he comes into the living room.

“Sure. Who delivers around here?”

“At this time? Probably just pizza.”

“Pizza is good.”

He drops onto the couch as he messes around on his phone.

“Let me guess,” he says, narrowing his eyes on me. “You’re a pineapple guy, aren’t you?”

I hold his gaze, trying to sum him up. “Only a pineapple-hating man would say that. ”

“You know what? I’m not afraid to admit it. I love pineapple on pizza.”

“Shut up. You do not.”

“Oh, I do,” he says with a firm nod. “And I refuse to stay quiet about it.”

I can’t help but grin. “So do I.”

He gasps. “Shut. Up.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “What are the odds? There’s never two of us…”

“Tell me about it. So… pineapple?”

“Hell yes. What else do you like with it?”

“Onion is my favorite, but bacon is good too.”

“Fuck it. Let’s do both.”

“One pizza with pineapple, onions, and bacon coming right up.”

“Extra bacon!” I shout, throwing my arms up. He grins wider, tapping on his phone. When he puts it down, he looks over and at me with a goofy smile. We stare at each other for an amount of time that should be uncomfortable, but I don’t feel weird under his gaze. It feels… like a warm blanket.

“So,” he begins, grabbing the bottle of wine and getting it open. “I said I hate this house, but there is one thing I love about it. Well, not the house, but something that’s in it.”

“Sounds like you’re about to gloat.”

“Maybe a little.” He hands me a glass of wine and gets up, gesturing for me to follow him .

We go through the kitchen, stopping at a closed door beside the fridge.

He opens it up and I’m hit with a wave of cool air.

He steps down two steps, and I carefully go after him, unsure of what I’m walking into.

The room is large, with a concrete floor and walls.

Two cars sit in the center, though there is enough for a third.

The Bentley is closest to me, sparkling and new, but he stops beside a car that has me unable to breathe.

“No way,” I manage to say so quietly I don’t think Theo hears me.

“This is my pride and joy.” He stares at the car, rocking back on his heels. His nipples are hard from the cool air and there’s goosebumps running along his skin. Mine too, probably, but I’m too shocked to notice.

“This is—”

“A 67’ Mustang Fastback.”

“—my dad’s favorite car.”

His smile falls immediately, and he looks toward me. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

I shake my head, swallowing past the lump in my throat. “You didn’t know.”

Theo purses his lips, turning his attention back to the car.

“On our first date, I told you my dad was all about history. I’ve always loved cars.

He never understood it and made sure I knew he didn’t approve.

He was never mean about it, but it was never a secret that he felt it was a useless thing to like. ”

Letting out a humorless laugh, he brings his attention back on me.

I still can’t move. Panic has my feet rooted to the ground.

Seeing this car, my father’s dream car, right here in front of me is like…

all the air has left my lungs. Since I knew what a car was, I knew what this car was.

Dad said when he was younger his neighbor had one.

Used to see him outside every weekend working on it.

When he finally got the engine going, he said he’d never heard a sound more beautiful than the rumble of it.

Not until he heard me and my sister’s laughter…

“You okay?”

I blink a few times to clear my vision. Theo is standing right in front of me, and I’m not sure when he got there.

“I’m sorry," I manage to say.

“You said it was a long time ago. How long?” he asks carefully.

We talked about my dad passing a little, but I didn’t go into detail. That won’t be any different tonight. I don’t like talking about it.

“Twenty years,” I answer simply. “It’s just complicated.”

“If,” he says, punctuating the word and shifting to meet my gaze, “you want to talk about it, I will listen.”

I force a smile, running a hand through my hair and finally suck in a breath.

“Thanks. Sorry, it was just a shock is all. If he saw this… fuck, it would have made his whole damn life. He never even got close enough to touch the paint on one.”

Theo’s smile is sad as he watches me. “You loved your dad. ”

“So fucking much,” I say with a sad laugh.

“Well, he had good taste.”

“In cars,” I clarify, not so sure how I feel about my mother. I love her, she’s my mom, but what she did…

The doorbell rings, and we both glance toward the house.

“Come on, before our pizza gets cold.”

I follow him out of the garage and back into the living room.

I don’t leave for another three hours, deep into the night when most of the city is asleep.

I have a full belly of the best pizza I’ve ever had, a satiated body, but my mind won’t stop.

When the sun comes up, I go for a run, hoping it’ll tire out my body.

I have nothing planned for the day. For once, I don’t have a date scheduled, and if for some reason one pops up, I’ll decline it.

Someone else can take it. I need a mental day.