Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Mike opened his eyes and stretched. Damn, that felt good.
He loved Sunday mornings in bed. Nowhere to be but under the covers, soft sheets surrounding him, sunlight already creeping in at the window.
He could hear birds singing outside and the faint hum of traffic now and again.
That was what he loved about living in Morningside—not that much traffic and the streets were peaceful.
He rolled onto his side and smiled at the sight that met his eyes.
A broad, creamy back, muscled and firm, leading down to an equally firm, tight ass.
A head of reddish-brown hair, mussed up.
And the cutest little snores coming from Tommy’s mouth.
It was the snoring that made him smile, that and the memory of the previous night.
It had certainly been a night of firsts for Tommy, and Mike had loved it all.
Popping Tommy’s cherry had been the highlight, of course.
Mike hadn’t been sure what to expect, but seeing Tommy grow in confidence as the night wore on had been a real turn-on.
He hadn’t been prepared for how fucking fantastic it had felt to see Tommy come with Mike’s cock deep inside him, feel his body tightening around him.
For a man who’d lost count of how many times he’d made a guy come, there had been something so new about the whole experience.
For the first time, Mike had seen the act through someone else’s eyes, and it had been almost… humbling.
The shower afterward had been pretty damn good too.
Mike had to smile. Tommy had seemed amazed to be having his third orgasm of the night.
He’d gripped Mike’s shoulders so tightly, Mike would not be surprised to find bruises there.
As for him, kneeling before Tommy and sucking him off until he pumped come down Mike’s throat had been such a rush.
The sight of Tommy leaning against the tiles, that red flush across his chest, rising up his neck and cheeks.
But what stuck in his memory was the way Tommy had leaned into him while he washed Tommy slowly, stroking his fingers through Tommy’s short hair, working up a rich lather.
The way Tommy hadn’t hesitated when Mike had kissed him under the jets, his eyes closed, soft noises escaping his lips while Mike took his time, unwilling to let the moment end.
“Mornin’.”
Mike eased back into his tranquil Sunday morning. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Tommy gave a shy, not quite awake smile. “I’m not sure about ‘well.’ It sure was different, sleepin’ with someone else in the bed.” His cheeks pinked up. “It was nice, though, ’specially when….” He bit his lip.
“When what?” Mike asked, intrigued by the way Tommy’s face glowed.
Tommy chuckled. “When you kinda spooned an’ put your arms around me. Never snuggled with someone before.”
Mike’s morning had just gotten better. He held out an arm. “Morning snuggles are the best kind. Scoot that ass on over here.” He grinned. “And there’s nothing wrong with a little snuggling.”
Tommy edged his way across the mattress. There was the tiniest wince as he moved, before he pressed his warm body against Mike’s side, his arm across Mike’s chest, head resting on his shoulder. Mike wrapped an arm around him.
“So,” he began, “you had a good time last night?”
Tommy chuckled against his skin, and Mike smiled.
“Oh, it was that good, huh?” When Tommy said nothing, Mike got the message.
The shy young man in his bed did not want to talk about sex.
Now that Mike knew a little more about him, this wasn’t surprising.
In fact, it was downright adorable. There was no way he was going to mention Tommy wincing just then.
The poor guy might die from embarrassment.
He stroked down Tommy’s back. “Okay, okay. Let’s change the subject.”
Tommy craned his neck to look at Mike, blinking. “There is one thing.”
“Oh?” Mike waited for what was coming, noting how Tommy wasn’t meeting his gaze. Interesting….
“Last night, I… I asked if we could do this again sometime.” Tommy’s cheeks blended perfectly with the reddish tinge of his hair.
Mike didn’t have to guess what “this” referred to.
“I remember.” It had been amusing last night, coming so hot on the heels of Tommy’s orgasm.
Except now? Tommy was obviously serious.
Mike considered the prospect. It wasn’t like he was short of guys wanting to have sex with him.
Hell, he could walk into any number of bars in Atlanta and be inundated with offers. But that wasn’t what he wanted.
Spending more time with Tommy, however? That was another matter.
Mike genuinely liked him. What was more, he liked the idea of doing this on a regular basis.
Tommy wasn’t just another pretty boy, all looks and no substance.
Mike could have his pick of that type, but damn, it got boring after a while.
Some of them were such dumbasses. Tommy had brains, that was for sure.
And Mike liked seeing this new world through Tommy’s eyes.
He imagined watching Tommy blossom and grow into a strong, confident gay man would be something pretty special.
Mike found himself wanting to be around to see that.
Tommy was regarding him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted.
Time to put Tommy out of his misery. “I like that idea,” Mike said quietly. “We could meet up at Woofs on Saturdays as usual, but you could come home with me after. Does that sound okay?”
“Yeah, it does,” Tommy admitted, a half smile on his lips.
Mike rolled onto his side to face him. “Hey, we could do other stuff too, y’know. We could go out for lunch on Sundays, or maybe brunch if we’re not too tired.” He grinned, and Tommy blushed furiously. “And there’s other places I could show you around Atlanta too, if you’d like.”
Tommy’s face lit up. “I’d really like that.”
His enthusiasm, so genuine and earnest, was like a welcome breath of fresh air in Mike’s life. It was plain Tommy wasn’t all about the sex, and that was just fine in Mike’s book.
Mike sat up and stretched, arms high above his head. He liked the way Tommy looked at him, his gaze traveling over Mike’s body. Just feeling those green eyes on him had Mike’s cock filling.
And Tommy noticed. He gave a strangled cough and lowered his gaze.
Mike bit back a smile. This is just too cute. “How about we get some breakfast? We could have some here or go out, depending on how hungry you’re feeling.”
Just then Tommy’s belly growled, and Tommy looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.
Mike chuckled. “Guess that answers that question.” Unable to resist poking just a little, he waggled his eyebrows. “Well, we did expend a lot of energy last night. Looks like my coq au vin didn’t fill you up enough.”
“Oh no, it was plenty,” Tommy protested. “It’s just that, well… I have a big appetite.” His cheeks glowed, becoming a brighter shade of red when his stomach grew more vociferous.
Mike laughed. “Okay, okay, I get the message. How about we go to the diner and get some chicken fried steak into you?”
“That sounds good,” Tommy admitted. “I can’t stay too late. I gotta get back to Ben’s and pack up my stuff to drive to Athens later. Is that okay?”
“Course it is,” Mike said with a nod. “We can go eat, then come back here for a while before you have to leave. I’ll just grab a shower first.”
“Another one?”
Lord, the boy was adorable.
Mike chuckled. “I like my showers, okay?” Not that he needed one, but his morning wood required some attention.
He threw back the sheets, climbed out of bed, and walked into the bathroom.
He wasn’t about to cover up. Tommy had already seen everything he’d got, up close and personal. Speaking of which….
Mike peered around the bathroom door to find Tommy lying in bed, looking like he was lost in his own thoughts.
“Hey there,” Mike said softly. Tommy rolled onto his side to gaze at him.
“I’m standing here in the bathroom, trying to remember how your mouth felt around my dick last night, but I’m having a little trouble.
Seems like I can’t quite get the details clear in my mind.
Wanna help me out in the shower?” He grinned. “Only if you want to, of course.”
Tommy’s lips parted, and his breathing got faster. His eyes shone. “Okay,” he said in a quiet voice. Mike could’ve believed it was reticence on his part, except for the fact that Tommy’s cock jerked under the sheet, plain as day. Oh, he likes that idea….
“Well, get your beautiful ass in here, then!”
Tommy got out of the bed, that lovely shy smile in evidence, and walked over to Mike, his dick pointing straight at him. Mike stretched out his hand and led his young lover into the bathroom. His morning shower was suddenly looking much better.
Tommy glanced around the apartment, scanning the living room in case he’d missed anything.
His bag was packed and ready to be thrown into the truck for the journey back to Athens.
He hadn’t seen Ben since his return from Mike’s, which was fine by Tommy.
He had a feeling Ben would be asking questions, not that Tommy was about to give him any answers.
There are just some things you don’t talk about.
Tommy couldn’t believe sometimes the way his classmates talked about sex so openly, like it was nothing.
Not in Tommy’s book. Sex was something… private, something intimate.
It had been a relief when Mike hadn’t pushed it that morning.
Lord knew, he was only checking that Tommy’d enjoyed the experience.
Tommy paused in his survey of the bathroom when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Enjoyed? They’d need to invent a new word to describe how Tommy had felt about Mike f—