Truth or Spare (Princes Take New York #2)

Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

I t had taken him a few weeks, but Theo had mastered the art of the five-minute shower. Now, his morning routine was an exercise in efficiency and Theo was extra impressed with himself for completing it without disturbing Dewey. He was still snoring softly at the other end of the Winnie while Theo dabbed a caffeine serum under his eyes.

Always an early riser, Theo let Walter out to do his business and contemplated their options while drinking his tea and watching Dewey sleep. He was reasonably certain that Dewey wouldn’t run him off for being a royal anymore, but he had waited too long. Theo couldn’t imagine how Dewey wouldn’t feel like he had been deceived.

But in Theo’s defense, there never seemed to be an ideal time to bring it up. And Theo would simply forget, he was so enthralled with his pretend American life. He had been enamored with the novelty of his little camper and the slower, more relaxed pace of life in Oslo. The freedom of living outside of the Foundation’s scrutiny and societal expectations had been liberating and Theo wasn’t in a hurry to relinquish any of it.

He liked how well he was fitting in and had no way of knowing how Dewey, Cassie, Bryce, Keith, Lidia, and the rest of his new friends would treat him after they found out. Theo didn’t want a thing to change, but he knew it was inevitable. He couldn’t hide the truth forever and Theo had already set the wheels of discovery in motion by contacting the owner of a bowling alley franchise in Syracuse.

He was confident that he had found the solution to Dewey’s staffing problem, but there would be too many questions for Theo to tap dance around. And he didn’t want to anymore. Not with Dewey, at least. He deserved to know the truth and Theo didn’t want to ruin his chances with Dewey.

After spending a night together and waking up tangled in large, furry, tattooed limbs, Theo was even more convinced that he was right where he belonged. He just had to break the news to Dewey and figure out what came next. Theo was under no illusions about how many obstacles they would face, if Dewey forgave him for hiding the truth. It would be challenging, merging Theo’s complicated family and the realities of his life as a royal with Dewey’s responsibilities to his family, his business, and the community he loved.

Theo wasn’t afraid of any of that and found that he wanted Dewey’s responsibilities to be his too. And mostly, Theo wanted Dewey to be his responsibility. He wasn’t great at bowling alley management— yet— but Theo could take very good care of Dewey and be incredibly happy doing it.

He smothered a chirping giggle, elated at how perfectly it could all work out. He had called to confirm that competent, qualified help was on the way while he was outside with Walter. Theo was finally going to come clean and ask Dewey if he could stay. Not as an employee, but as Dewey’s…

That part was still a bit ambiguous for Theo and depended on how Dewey handled the news and if he was interested in a relationship with a minor royal. Theo wasn’t afraid of monogamy, he had just avoided it because no one could come before his brothers. He had finally accepted that they no longer needed a surrogate parent and was ready to write his own story in Oslo, with Dewey.

“No time like the present,” Theo said, glancing at the clock on the microwave as he rose from his swivel chair. “Schei?e! Look at the time!”

They had an hour until Dewey usually arrived at the alley to turn on all the machines and oil the lanes. Theo was adjusting the towel around his waist and reaching for his robe when Dewey stirred. Momentarily mesmerized, Theo rested his shoulder against the wall and sighed dreamily as he watched his big, cranky bear roll onto his back and stretch his thick, furry thighs and arms. He scrubbed his face and pulled at his beard before swearing and popping upright.

“Servus,” Theo purred and bit his lip appreciatively. “I let you sleep in while I got my shower out of the way and the tank was refilling. I have a feeling your morning routine is faster and simpler than mine.”

Dewey nodded, his chuckle a deep, velvety rumble as he reached for Theo. “That’s a safe bet. What’s your hurry?” he asked and Theo went to him as if he had been shot from a cannon, tackling Dewey and knocking him back onto the bed.

“My boss is expecting me at work soon,” Theo said and gasped when the towel was flipped back and Dewey caressed his asscheek.

“He’s gonna be late.” Dewey growled the words into the hollow of Theo’s neck, making him shiver.

“That’s not like him,” he panted, then bit down on his lips as Dewey’s fingertips trembled along the cleft of his ass.

“He’s busy trying new things.”

“Is that so? What kind of new things?” Theo asked in an excited whisper. But he wasn’t pretending, he was genuinely enthralled as Dewey’s grip tightened around his ass.

“Can I try this?” he asked, his voice crumbling along with Theo’s self-control.

He nodded quickly and scrambled up and onto his knees on the bed. “There’s something I was supposed to say to you,” Theo recalled as he tossed the towel aside.

“It can wait,” Dewey said distractedly, his gaze dreamy as he stared at Theo’s semi-hard cock. “I want you to show me how to…rim you,” he added weakly and Theo nodded.

“It can wait.”

He snatched both pillows and quickly tucked them behind Dewey’s head so he could recline while Theo did most of the work. Dewey was guided back and Theo straddled him backwards, on all fours. He didn’t want to overwhelm Dewey so Theo leaned forward and allowed him to decide how close he wanted to be.

“Huh,” Dewey grunted thoughtfully.

Theo frowned over his shoulder at him. “Huh?”

“Why don’t you have any hair on your ass?”

“I’m half Italian, Brooks. We’d never be able to find my arse and testes in all that hair if I didn’t get my undercarriage waxed. People would scream at me if I went out in a Speedo with a pelt between my legs,” he explained and shook his head scoldingly back at Dewey. “I told you, I’m a pampered fool out of necessity, not just vanity.”

“I don’t know if I’m brave enough to get my ass waxed, Theo,” Dewey said, utterly earnest and looking concerned.

“Please, do not, on my account.”

“I won’t.”

It became quiet in the Winnie and Theo held his breath until a finger dragged over his hole. “Closer, please,” Dewey rasped and Theo wiggled back a bit more. “Even this is beautiful,” he said before there was a soft brush of beard and lips, causing Theo’s eyelids to flutter.

The hot slickness of Dewey’s tongue made Theo’s toes curl and he let out a breathless “Fuck!” as it drilled and traced the puckered flesh around his hole. Dewey answered with a delighted groan, hooking his arms around Theo’s thighs and pulling him closer. He sucked harder and lapped lazily, grumbling out words of praise and adoration as he feasted.

“You might…try a finger,” Theo suggested and held on tight to Dewey’s thighs. His jaw stretched until it nearly cracked and his eyes crossed as one of Dewey’s fingers pressed against the tight ring of his ass and slowly pushed forward.

“Mmmm… Sweet.” Dewey licked around his finger as it worked in and out of Theo, winding him tighter and tighter.

Theo tried to scoot off so he could reach the condoms and ride Dewey, but was pinned in place by an arm across his back. He smiled at the long, hard, heavy cock, twitching and leaking against Dewey’s hip. “Wie geht’s?” Theo drawled at it as he lowered and opened wide.

Both of Theo’s hands were wrapped possessively around Dewey’s shaft and one of Dewey’s fists was tangled in Theo’s hair as it guided his head up and down. They were so loud, enthusiastically sucking, licking, and moaning as they reveled in their shared pleasure. But it was over when Dewey slid a second finger into Theo’s ass. He came with a shuddering sob, drooling around Dewey.

It was heaven and Theo felt like he was ascending as Dewey came deep in his throat. Theo pumped and sucked every sublimely tart and salty drop before collapsing onto his side. He rolled onto his back, panting at the ceiling as Dewey kissed his ankle and strummed his foot.

“You were right: your ass doesn’t taste like flat soda.”

“Nee.”

“You taste even better,” Dewey said and sat up, yawning and stretching. He let out a weary groan as he took Theo’s hand and raised it to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “I’d drown in you if I could. But I need to run back to my place and take my meds. I missed them last night and it’ll get ugly if I fall behind.”

“What?” Theo flipped over and lunged from the bed. “You have to go!” he shouted, snatching socks and boxers off the floor. “That’s yours,” he said as he tossed Dewey’s shirt at him.

He caught it, laughing softly. “Slow down. I’ll be fine, I just can’t dawdle.”

They dressed and shared one last, lingering kiss before Theo pushed Dewey out of the Winnie. “Mist!” Theo complained when he remembered what he had meant to say before Dewey’s rimming lesson. “I will tell Brooks this morning,” he vowed with a firm nod, then grimaced down at his robe. “After I take another shower. That got sticky and sweaty.”