Chapter 13
13
Dash
Archie is acting weird. He doesn’t even look around as he backs me inside my apartment, barely breaking the kiss to slam the door closed behind us.
Tonight has been fun, and even though I like to pretend the whole boyfriend game is a dumb idea, I didn’t hate it. Knowing Archie is mine, at least temporarily, is giving me the kinds of vibes I’ve never had before.
His question from earlier is still swirling in my head as well. It was easy enough to put it off while we were fucking around to the music, but now it’s getting loud again. A solid reminder that I need to face that maybe I’m growing feelings here, and he wants me to put those feelings into words.
Words have never been my strong point. Not when it comes to talking about emotion. I get that it’s healthy, and guys are encouraged to do that, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
Except for Archie. He doesn’t seem to have an issue when it comes to laying it all out there and making me sweat.
“How did you want to end the night again?” he asks.
It takes me a moment to follow. “Sixty-nine?”
“I’m game if you are.”
Holy hell am I game, but … “I’m all sweaty.”
“And?”
“Trust me when I say that sweaty dick is not a delicacy.”
Archie snorts a laugh, sweet eyes creasing. “So …”
“Shower first?”
He nods quickly. “Yeah. That.”
We tumble into my tiny bathroom, and I lock the door before switching the shower to hot. Archie strips off, and I take a moment to watch him reveal all that sexy fucking skin. His broad shoulders and trim waist wake my dick as I shamelessly eye-fuck him.
“Careful,” he warns, eyes darkening. “We can’t do what you want to do in the shower, and if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have you against the wall, making me come in the next minute.”
I run my fingertips down his heated skin, loving the way goose bumps prickle to life after them. He catches my hand before I can reach his dick and lifts it to his lips.
“You’re perfect, Dash.” His voice is husky, hair frizzly from the steam. I make the mistake of meeting his eyes, and I swear there’ll never be a day where I don’t get lost in them.
“Me? Fucking hell, Levine, I don’t think I’ve ever met a guy like you before. You’re so … like, warm, I guess. When you want something, you go for it, but not in an obnoxious way. Ever since that first time we spoke, you’ve made me feel like a someone, like there’s something important about me, and I don’t think I’ve ever had that. Ever. You’re a good person, and I can’t remember the last time I met a legitimately good person, but it’s not all bullshit with you. You have everything, but you don’t act like you do.” I hang my head, wishing I could stop talking but not able to make myself. “You asked what I like about you, and I couldn’t answer because I like everything. It sounds dumb as fuck to say, but the day this ends, it’s going to be really goddamn hard because I’ve never met a single other person like you in my life.”
Archie’s fingers find my chin and tilt my head upward, and before I can look at him, his mouth crashes with mine. We end up under the steam of the shower, not caring that the water is hot enough to melt our skin because there’s nothing more important to me, right now, than kissing him.
Every kiss is given like it’s the last time, and I both love and hate the feeling. Archie doesn’t break from me as he flicks open my bodywash and pours it over us both. The soapy liquid makes exploring his skin easier, and I take my time mapping and washing his muscles, committing every soft plane to memory.
I’m so hard. My dick is trapped between us, flush against his, slick with water, bodywash, and precum. Archie sighs into my mouth and palms my balls, and I’m sure he can feel how erratic my heartbeat is with my chest pressed against his.
“I think we’re clean,” he mutters.
I drag my tongue up his neck, tasting water and chemical, stopping as I reach his earlobe. “Confirmed. You taste delicious.”
He flicks off the water. “My cum tastes even better.”
“I know. I’ve become familiar with the taste of your cum lately.”
We both grab a towel, and I greedily watch as he wraps it around his hips, then clicks open the door and peers out.
“Don’t think anyone’s home.”
“Good. Get that sexy ass into my bed.”
He tosses me a heart-stopping grin before ducking into the hall, and I reach down to adjust myself before I follow him. By the time I get to my room, he’s standing beside my bed, completely naked, dragging the towel over his hair.
I wolf whistle, and Archie goes a gorgeous shade of red.
“How do we do this?”
“You’ve never sixty-nined before?”
“Not with a cock ramming my tonsils.”
I smirk. “Ah, but we already established you don’t have any of those.”
Before I can tell him to get on his back, he grabs my hip and reels me in toward him. Archie kisses my nose, and it’s possibly the sweetest, softest moment of my life.
“I know I’m about to do some very filthy things to you, but I want you to know that I value you first.”
Urg, too cute. I push him onto the bed. “Respect is overrated. Use me like your little whore.”
“You want that?”
“I want everything from you.” I climb up beside him, hair dripping on the sheets, and press a quick kiss to his lips. “Including your mouth around my dick. You ready for it?”
Archie looks so sweetly eager my balls ache.
Instead of focusing on how this damn man makes me feel, I flip around and drop onto my side. Then I roll Archie onto his until his dick is hovering right in front of my face. My cock throbs at the sight of him, all thick and swollen, smooth head and prominent vein. He’s a work of porny art, and I stick out my tongue to lap at his slit because I can’t hold back anymore.
Archie’s groan simmers in my gut.
He closes his mouth over me, the warmth, the wetness, the soft sucking … it rearranges my brain. Archie Levine might be a baby gay, but he’s a quick study. He’s gone from zero cock-sucking skills to taking my cock like a champ, and if we get nothing else out of this relationship, I’ll be glad to have at least given him a skill he’ll use for life.
Or, on the times the straightness becomes too much, and he snaps before darting back in the closet.
It hurts me to think of that future for him. The struggle with who he is and what it’ll do to him. I try to ignore it, push it out, focus on giving him head and making it the best it can be. But no matter how good things are with him, how much I love spending time with him and making him come, it always holds that tinge of bitterness. Archie deserves the world, and all he’s going to end up with is emptiness.
I’m obsessed with his taste, love the way his thick weight feels on my tongue. Nothing turns me on more than having my jaw stretched around him, knowing I’m giving him the same intense pleasure he’s bringing out in me.
My balls are aching with their load as he sucks me. Archie’s great at a sloppy blow job, and those are my favorite kinds. The way spit covers his chin and my balls, the way my dick rams at his throat, the way his breathing gets heavier and more desperate, like he’s too invested in sucking me off than breathing.
I pull off him briefly to get my fingers nice and wet, and then I reach around and play with his ass. His sudden inhale has me freezing, but then he doubles down on my shaft, and I have the green light to keep going.
His head bobs up and down faster, while I run my tongue over every ridge I can fit in my mouth. My fingertips circle his opening, lightly stroking the sensitive skin as I get him used to the feel of me down there. I have no idea if he’d ever let me fuck him, but we’ve talked about it being a possibility. One day. Like we have all the time in the world.
I squeeze my eyes closed at the thought. It doesn’t matter what I do though; I can’t push the ever-present memory of our end date from my mind. That’s the fucked-up part about what we’re doing—we’re both taking what we want, pretending we get to have it all, knowing that one day, probably soon, it’s going to wreck us.
My feelings for him have been manageable so far, but every day we spend together, every text, every call, every stolen moment is messing with my head. The broken shards behind my sternum keep poking at my heart, and I do my best to ignore them, but there are times, times like now, where the pain is overwhelming.
I thrust into Archie’s mouth, wanting to selfishly take everything I can from him while I have that option. I give him the same. Show him through the way I suck and lick, through the way I play with his hole, that there’s nowhere I’d want to be than right here.
Than with him.
My orgasm is creeping up on me. Archie’s hips buck, and it makes me think he’s in a similar state. Rocketing closer to release, ready to fall into the high I’m craving. My balls are tight, cock aching, and all it takes is his fingers slipping behind my balls to the sensitive skin behind them for me to finally let go.
I pulse into his mouth, riding the crest of my orgasm. It takes a few seconds more for him to follow me, and he floods my mouth with his cum.
I greedily drink it all down, not wanting to stop, not wanting to crash from the sex because the second we part, Archie will either be too sweet for me to handle, or he’ll want to talk, and both of those things are ones I want to put off as long as possible.
He pulls off me, forehead dropping to rest on my thigh. His chest is moving deeply with every breath, and I hit that point where I have to let him out of my mouth, too, or risk shit getting weird.
I release him and roll onto my back.
Archie immediately flips around and lowers his body onto mine. Fuck, I hate how much I love having him there.
His eyes are soft as he leans down and drags a slow kiss over my lips. “I wish I could keep you,” he whispers.
I wish I could keep him too.