Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
NATHAN
This thing between the two of us has become comfortable. That’s a good thing. Yes, we still have these little moments of weirdness, but they’re less frequent. The weirdest part is getting to kiss or touch Colt in those moments when I previously wanted to but didn’t dare.
So why did I have this sense of uneasiness inside me? I thought a little time would bring calm to my feelings, but after dating for a month, it didn’t seem to be breaking. “Do you want to eat at the counter or on the couch?”
“Let’s do the couch. I want to start the movie so we have plenty of time to watch before your bedtime.” I roll my eyes, but he’s already pulling bowls out of the cabinet and doesn’t see. Beauty sleep is in short supply right now. Between work, keeping up with my friends, and being in a new relationship, I’m rarely asleep before eleven. That may not sound late, but I’m used to being asleep by nine, and the late nights are starting to hurt. Even if they do involve orgasms.
Which is why I caved and ordered Chinese food tonight. The thought of trying to leave work in time to start dinner, even something simple, made me want to cry. So, takeout won. I know Colt isn’t complaining, but I feel bad. Usually, I make dinner for us during these movie nights. Most of our dates are movie nights. Actually, all of our dates have been movie nights, though we don’t always get to the movies. It’s given us space to feel things out without the pressure of dating.
It sounds ridiculous. It is dating, but it feels like something’s missing. It’s like we’ve skipped ahead a few steps in the process.
I grab a few utensils for us and stick them in the counter’s various containers. I ordered too much food, but the leftovers will be lovely this weekend. We take turns dishing up our food, then move to the living room and set up at the coffee table. Colt grabs the remote and navigates through the screens to find what he wants. I love how comfortable he is here. When we were kids, he’d come to my house and act like he lived there. My parents never said a word and treated him as though he was their second child. There’s a particular joy in seeing that carry over. I like having him in my home.
He hasn’t stayed the night, though. I know it’s because I haven’t invited him. We’ve made it to the bedroom several times, but he always puts on his clothes and leaves afterward.
So, things are going well, but we still have some things to work out. “Should we do things?” I blurt out the words before my brain catches up to my mouth.
Colt freezes, chopsticks halfway to his mouth in one hand and the remote in the other. “Um, what kind of things?”
“We pretty much spend all our time together in my living room. Maybe we should go out and do things.”
“We sometimes move to the bedroom.”
I shake my head and chuckle. Who the hell am I? Am I complaining about having Colt to myself? And no longer just looking, either. I get to touch now, too.
He puts down his utensils and turns so he’s facing me. The smile fades from his face, and it’s replaced with a severe expression. “Are you not having a good time?”
“Colt, that’s not what I meant.” I move close to him and take his hand. I’m screwing this up. “I’m worried you’re going to get bored. This is what we were doing before we started dating.”
“Except now there’s sex.” He flashes me a smile before his serious expression returns.
“There’s great sex,” I agree. “But shouldn’t we go out and do things, too? I know it’s been a while since I dated, but I remember more going out. I admit our first attempt was a disaster, but I think we’ve worked past that stage. I expect we’d be able to eat in a restaurant or visit an actual movie theatre without us turning into those same dumbasses.” God, once I start talking, it is hard to shut up. Things were good. Why exactly was I trying to fuck them up?
“Come here.”
I hesitate, but Colt opens his arms and motions toward his lap. It’s a tight squeeze with us sandwiched between the couch and the coffee table, but I maneuver myself to sit across his lap. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.
“I have zero complaints about spending my evenings here, watching stupid movies, and getting to cuddle you.” He kisses my cheek, and I can’t help but nuzzle closer. I’ve never been with someone as tactile as Colt. The reassurance from his touch centers me. “But, if you think we should get out more, I’m on board.” He pulls me in for a soft kiss. It’s chaste, but my dick reads into it and immediately hardens. I shift a bit, trying to hide my reaction. It’s a nice moment, and I don’t want to ruin it with my hard-on.
He must feel the way my body reacts because he pulls me closer. I can feel Colt’s bulge through my pants. I press into it and try to change my position a little. My hips raise a little, attempting to get some friction. This position is all wrong, though. Instead, I kiss along his neck, working my way from his ear down to his clavicle.
“Now that we have that out of the way, how about we move to the sex part?”
I don’t need any encouragement on that front. I kiss Colt’s neck a few more times, licking his skin on the sensitive spot behind his ear. I love how he moans when I do it, soft but with a certain dirtiness. “Please. Bedroom.”
He hauls me up, grabs my hand, and pulls me behind him down the hall. I chuckle at the enthusiasm. I’m not sure sex has ever been this fun before. Yes, it is ridiculously hot, but it’s also flirty and fun.
As soon as we reach my bedroom, he pushes me up against the wall and begins kissing me. No, not kissing, devouring. His mouth meets mine with force, immediately darting his tongue out and demanding entrance. I don’t hesitate. I’ll let him take anything he wants from me.
He pins me to the wall, his body presses close against mine. I rub myself against him like an animal. I thought this intense need would fade a little after a few weeks. It didn’t, though. I still can’t get enough of his body and how it feels against mine.
I tug at his shirt. “Off,” I demand between kisses. I need to feel more of his skin. He pulls away and yanks his shirt over his head. I take the opportunity to do the same. As soon as we’re topless, he dives back in, grabbing my cheeks and pulling me in close to him. I let him manhandle me for a few minutes, moving my head wherever he wants. I could stay here forever, pressed between the wall and his body, enjoying the feeling of him touching me.
Sadly, we both still need oxygen. I break away, gasping. His lips are red and swollen; his hair is messed up beyond repair. I expect I look the same.
“Bed?”
“Bed.” I gasp. In some unspoken agreement, we lose the rest of our clothing on the way there, and our jeans and boxers are discarded on the floor. I throw back the comforter and pull Colt down on top of me. It only takes us a second to pick up where we left off, but with nothing between us this time. I shift my leg between his, and his cock rubs against my hip. I groan at the sensation. My dick jumps and leaks precum over my abdomen. We’ve done this a bunch of times now, rubbed off against each other or traded blow jobs—sometimes both—but I want more tonight. “Will you fuck me? Please.”
“God, yes.” He thrusts against me a few times. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask him. I meant it when I said I wanted to go slow, but it’s been hell waiting. Especially when everything between us is so good. I wanted to be sure, though. Sure, Colt wouldn’t change his mind about the two of us.
COLT
“Flip over.” I move off to the side, and Nathan obeys quickly, rolling onto his knees. He opens the drawer in the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. I stroke myself a couple of times while he gets into position.
Fuck . Nathan puts his head down between his arms, his ass on full display. I knead his cheeks a few times, enjoying the view. His ass is a thing of beauty, tight and round. I keep staring at it when we’re walking around his house or he’s making dinner, but getting to look and touch is so much better.
I grab the base of my cock tightly to try and get myself under control. I crawl behind him and pick up the bottle of lube. I pour a generous amount on my fingertips, then rub them together for a few seconds to warm them up. I pepper kisses along his spine a few times before letting my slick fingers slide between his cheeks. As soon as one rubs over his hole, he moans and presses back toward me. “Be patient.” I want to savor this moment and soak up every ounce of him.
My fingers circle his pucker a few times. When his body softens a little, I slip my index finger inside him. He gasps at the intrusion before shifting his hips back into me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he says, panting. I kiss along his spine a few times, letting him get used to the sensation. He moans and pushes his hips back toward me. My finger pumps in and out of him, spreading the lube around. When he feels ready, I add a second finger. It doesn’t take long for him to start breathing heavily and releasing a string of profanity. I love it when he’s so caught up in pleasure that his filter finally comes off. “I’m ready. Please.”
“Not yet. Let me take care of you.”
He groans but lets his head sink further into his arms. “Fuck that’s so good.”
I scissor and twist my fingers, making sure to stretch him well.
“I’m ready, please.” He meets each of the pumps of my hand with his body.
“Not yet. Let me make sure you’re nice and open.” I want to be sure I don’t hurt him. When I add a third finger, he cries and arches his back. “Just a little more, Nathan. You’re doing so good.” He whimpers but presses back against me. I change my angle slightly and bump up against his prostate.
Nathan nearly comes off the bed. “Please. Fuck me.” I slide into him a few more times, making sure I tap his prostrate each time. “Colt. Please. I don’t want to come yet. I need you inside me.”
My patience is at its breaking point, so I slide my fingers out and reach for the condom. He sobs at the loss, and I place a hand on his back and rub his skin gently. “Shhh... I’ve got you.” I make quick work of getting the condom on and coat it with more lube. Neither of us is in the mood for teasing, so I line myself up and press the head of my cock against his hole. “You okay?”
He answers me by pushing back. There’s a bit of resistance before my head pops through his ring. We both moan as I take a few slow thrusts, each one pushing a little further into him. When fully seated, I lean down and kiss his shoulder blades. His skin is sweating, and he’s panting heavily. “Fuck, Colt, baby, you’ve gotta move.”
I don’t know if he’s aware that calling me baby completely undoes me, but I’m immediately on edge. I want this to last forever, but after a few thrusts, I can already feel my orgasm building. “Fuck, Nathan, you feel so good.” He’s so tight around me, and the sounds coming out of his mouth are downright pornographic.
I wrap my arms around him and hoist his upper body toward me so his back presses against my chest. Like this, I can run my hands over his chest and let my fingers linger on his nipples. He cries out and pushes down onto me.
I don’t have as much room to move like this, but I can kiss every inch of his neck and shoulders. It’s a trade-off I’m happy to take to ensure I can worship every inch of his body. I want to last, but I feel my balls pull up tight as I thrust into him. My hand slides down and wraps around his cock. Nathan throws his head back and rests it against my shoulder. It takes a moment for me to find a rhythm, but I jerk him in time with my thrusts.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Nathan chants.
I’m right there, too. I speed up my fist as his muscles tense. I need him to come first. He shouts his release and spills over my hand. His inner muscles grip my cock, and I fall over the edge with him, spilling into the condom.
When I can move again, I roll us to the side. I’ve always been cuddly, but Nathan makes me want to hold on even tighter. We can’t stay like this forever, but I need to feel him against me. “Give me a few seconds, and I’ll get us cleaned up.” He laces his fingers between mine and pulls our hands to his chest. His heart pounds beneath my palm. It’s torture to leave, but I pull out and manage to get myself off the bed.
After getting rid of the condom and cleaning myself up, I come back with a washcloth. Nathan tries to take it from me, but I pull my hand away. I want this part, too. The part where I get to care for him. He’s always making me dinner or ensuring I have enough blankets on the couch. I want my chance to show him how much tonight means to me. When I finish, I toss the cloth in the sink and climb behind him, pulling the covers over us.
“That was incredible,” he whispers.
“Agreed. Are you sure that doesn’t count as doing stuff?” He glares at me but moves a little bit closer. “Fine, as long as the doing stuff doesn’t get in the way of the sex stuff.” I know I need to get up in a minute and pull my clothes back on, but I don’t want this moment to pass.
Eventually, I force myself out of bed and put my clothes back on. I’d rather stay here, arms full of Nathan. He’s not ready yet, though. I can feel it in the way he keeps himself from dozing off. He won’t say it, but he also doesn’t invite me to stay.
Slow, I remind myself. I have more of him now than I ever thought I could have. It’s selfish to want so much more of him. I can’t help myself, though. I want everything with Nathan. I’ve waited this long; I can wait a little longer.