Chapter 18AsherTheoAsherTheo
Asher
Theo drove us home entirely with his left hand because his right was holding mine. I was still in disbelief. There were so many questions circulating in my mind: You’re into me? You’re into guys? When the hell did that happen?
But I didn’t ask them. It was…well, it was the dream come true, really. I told Theo my truth, and he chased me down in the woods and kissed me. Not just that, he told me he had a crush on me. Our hands rested on my heart! It was so perfect.
It wasn’t the seedy, transactional orgasms I’d gotten used to since going to college. Theo and I savored each other—inhaled each other’s essence with a heartpounding fervor that comes when you absolutely need a person. I couldn’t believe it happened.
But it did.
I even asked if it was real because I didn’t believe it. My mind couldn’t reconcile with the fact that I was in Theo’s warm, powerful embrace, and he was kissing me and feeling me like a lover does. It felt unbelievable yet natural at the same time. We just…fit .
The car pulled into the Morettis’ driveway and came to a stop. Theo and I looked at each other for a second before he leaned in and gave me a super quick kiss on the lips.
“Sorry. Had to.”
No complaints here!
I knew my smile was big and stupid, but I couldn’t help it. But, as I looked at Theo’s house, reality soon washed over me. “How do you wanna do this?” I asked.
Theo took a deep breath and replied, “I was hoping you’d have some ideas.”
Well, fuck. I had no idea how to approach this. I was flummoxed. “I… I have no clue how to navigate this.”
Theo faced forward, his face contemplative, as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.
He then turned to me and said, “I care about you. I do. But, I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk to my folks about this yet.
I hope that is okay. I will be ready, I promise you that.
But, I think I just need to settle into… us. Before I tell Mom and Dad.”
A big coming-out party wasn’t exactly what I had in mind either. I just didn’t know how he wanted me to behave around his folks, but this kind of gave me an idea. “So, friends in front of family. Something else behind closed doors?” I asked.
“Lovers behind closed doors,” he corrected.
My heart literally skipped a beat when he said it.
He looked at me for another moment, then added, “Only if you’re comfortable with that.
I’m not ashamed of how I feel about you, and if you need me to come clean to people, I’ll do that. For you, I’ll do that.”
I would have kissed him, but we were in his parents’ driveway. Instead, I held his hand, making sure it was out of view from prying eyes. “I’m okay with this. Really. ”
Theo smiled, visibly relieved. “Thank you.” He squeezed my hand tighter, and the butterflies took flight in my stomach. I smiled back, and then we both took a breath and got out of the car to go inside.
Please, God, don’t let this be a dream.
Theo
Dinner was painful. Coming home and having to hide things was painful. I wasn’t ready to talk to my folks about it; that much was clear in my brain, but I also hated suppressing the urge to squeeze Asher in my arms while watching him look all cute as fuck while he ate.
My dad’s voice startled me as I came back to Earth. “First practice! How’d it go?”
“Yeah, we’ve been waiting for the news, but you two were so quiet when you walked in. Is everything okay?” Mom added.
Oh right. Hockey.
I’d forgotten all about practice and the fact that I didn’t make the starting line while Asher had.
I looked over to find him pushing his food around on his plate, trying to avoid the question.
It hit me then that I didn’t care that much about the starting line.
Maybe I’d get my shot, and maybe I wouldn’t.
Nothing really seemed important anymore now that Asher was mine.
“Asher made the starting line,” I finally replied. “You should have seen him. He was freaking incredible. I fumbled a bit, so I didn’t make the cut, but I’m confident I’ll smash it when I get my moment on the ice.”
Dad rubbed my shoulder as he praised my outlook. “That’s the way to look at these things! You fall. You get back up. Plain and simple.”
Mom walked over and gave me a little kiss on my forehead. She really didn’t like sitting, or maybe she did, and we just never gave her the opportunity. I felt like an ass for never noticing that before. “Mom, why don’t you sit. I can dish out food and stuff.”
She looked somewhat shocked that I suggested it before saying, “I’ve got nervous legs, sweetie. I don’t like sitting.”
Asher looked up from his plate and said, “One of these nights, I am going to force you to sit. I’ll cook while you sit back and relax. It’s the least I can do for all that you’ve done for me.”
Fuck, he’s the sweetest.
I always knew Asher was special, but it took a few years to realize how deeply I cared for him. How can someone have the life he had and turn out so well? He grew up in squalor with a bunch of assholes, and he was just freaking perfect.
I’m fucking obsessed with him.
“You’re a sweetie,” Mom replied. “I love having you here, baby. You don’t need to feel like you have to do things in return, but the fact that you want to shows character.”
Dad hummed his approval. “That’s right. I’m proud of you two. You’re good kids, you have goals, and you’re not lazy bums like those other idiots in the neighborhood.”
I laughed, and Asher suggested that we do the dishes together.
Mom protested, but I made her sit on the back porch with Dad.
Washing dishes with Asher was a moment to be with him.
The warm water ran over my hands as his body pressed next to mine.
We stood close. Too close, but I didn’t give a shit.
Mom and Dad were distracted. Reggie and Roxy were out somewhere, and I was being all domestic and shit with my guy .
It felt nice.
Asher
We were finally alone again, and Theo lay on the bed, while I came back in from a shower.
“Lock the door,” he said.
The sound of his voice when he said it stopped me in my tracks. His voice was low and gravelly. It was the sexiest thing ever—hearing him say those words while he lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, his massive arms on full display, was the stuff of porn movies.
I followed his orders, then looked at him with a devilish smirk.
“Fuck, Asher, you look so good right now,” he mused.
I waggled my brows and said, “And I don’t even have my towel off yet…”
“Take it off.” Dear God, I love this. “Slowly,” he added. “I want to see your body. I’ve been thinking about it since the night your towel fell off. I can’t get your ass out of my mind, Asher.”
I won’t lie, I was feeling mighty smug after hearing that. So, I turned around and slowly lowered the towel, revealing just a little bit of skin, before pausing.
“Fuck, baby, you’re torturing me,” Theo whispered.
I was torturing him, and I loved every minute of it. The top half of my ass was on full display. I continued lowering the towel until the globes of my ass were fully revealed to him. That’s when I let the towel fall to the ground.
The act of stripping for Theo had gotten me all hot and bothered, and I turned to face him, revealing my hard cock. I tugged on it, and he reached down to tug on himself, licking his lips while he did it.
“Jesus. You’re beautiful, Asher.”
“Nah. I’m average. You’re a fucking stud, babe.”
Theo grimaced, then rose from the bed and approached. He wrapped his arms around me and said, “You are anything but average. I don’t want to hear you say things like that about yourself. You’re truly amazing in every way possible. You’re a gift, Asher.”
The emotion came fast. I could feel the tears coming, so I buried my head in his chest, and he stroked the back of my head. “I don’t feel like that.” I finally whispered.
“I know, baby. But you should.”
The vibration of his voice in his chest soothed me. I felt a sense of safety I’d never known before. “Bear with me while I learn how?” I asked.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for as long as it takes for you to feel as obsessed with yourself as I am for you.
” He tipped my chin up so that I was looking at him.
He was still clothed while I stood there, completely naked, pressed against him.
The air in the room chilled my skin, but my insides were hot.
Then, Theo kneeled before me, kissing my stomach on his way down
Oh. My. God. I still couldn’t believe it was all happening. Theo was on his knees before me, and my brain couldn’t keep up with how incredible it all felt.
He began licking my length, and I released a gasp. I quickly covered my mouth. I didn’t want to wake anyone up.
Theo looked up at me with reverence, his eyes dark and determined, then he swallowed my cock. He struggled at first. I could sense it was all so foreign to him, but then he developed a rhythm, sucking me down as he stared into my eyes.
He pulled off and asked, “Is this okay? Am I doing it right?”
I looked down, and it hit me that my fantasy had come true. The scene I replayed in my mind while other men touched me was finally real. “It’s perfect, Theo. You’re perfect.”
He smiled when I said that, then opened his mouth to swallow my length. “It feels so good, baby. Just like that,” I whispered.
My body pulsed and bucked as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive part of my head. He grabbed my hips, his fingers kneading my ass, and held me steady.
Theo became a machine, sucking my cock with vigor.
It was so much better than any fantasy I’d ever had.
It wasn’t just sexual; it was more. It was like Theo was worshipping me, and I could see it in his eyes.
I could feel him cherishing me. My body grew hot.
I looked up at the ceiling, my hand over my mouth, trying so hard not to cry out.