Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Trav
Am I trying to edge the fuck out of him?
Yes. I have a sadistic streak that’s not going away any time soon, he might as well figure that out now.
But the orgasm I give him will be worth it.
He’s been tetchy ever since he had breakfast with his brother yesterday morning, and I’ve considered moving up the “fuck his ass” date, which is an arbitrary date I’ve made in my mind.
“I’m a grown fucking adult, Trav,” he’d said. He stormed into the restaurant that afternoon after their breakfast, ready to break glass.
“Tell me,” I’d demanded.
“He doesn’t just suspect something, he fucking knows, even though he won’t admit it. Pretty sure the only reason he hasn’t come down here to threaten you in person is because he knows you’re you, that you’re not a bad guy. Though he’s seriously questioning that at the moment.”
I’d be offended if I weren’t a dad. I get Hunter’s concerns, and I don’t blame him one bit.
We’ve hung out in various ways over the years—family cookouts, Wicklow parties—and we’ve even helped our sons move in together.
We’ve been friendly, but a friendship bond didn’t catch between us.
We’re too similar. Both closed off and more than a little jaded.
Not me as much anymore, but I was exactly where he is when I was Hunter’s age.
“And?” I knew there was more.
“He had the audacity to demand that if there is something between us, I end it.”
They’re close. More than close. I still haven’t heard every detail, but I know enough to know they were all each other had growing up. Hunter saved Dirk from his personal hell, and Dirk knows it. Hunter is more than just Dirk’s brother and parent; he’s Dirk’s hero.
Dirk’s lip trembled, his eyes welling with tears. “Why doesn’t he trust me, Trav?”
Right or wrong, I pulled him into my arms. We weren’t hidden very well near the bar as we were. It’s as if we want to be caught with how fucking not sly we are about hiding shit. Though, we were kinda already caught.
“I don’t think this is a thing that goes over very well. Period. We’ve gotta take it in strides. Give him time.”
“You’re picturing what you’d say to Dash if he came home with someone your age, aren’t you?”
“I keep telling you, you’re the exception, not the rule. Have we already forgotten what I did to the bartender that I caught Dash kissing outside my office when I felt he was nowhere near ready for doing shit like that?”
And that bartender was Dash’s age.
“You get stabby. Right, got it. Ugh. I should have known you’d agree with Hunt.”
I didn’t stab the bartender, for the record, but I felt like it. What I did to Tony was drag him out back and break his damn nose. Guess he could have pressed charges. He didn’t, but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time, nor did I give a fuck.
Never lost a wink of sleep over it either.
Dirk looked up, blinking his pretty eyes. I’m not a lot taller than Dirk, but tall enough to have a few inches on him. “Sorry, but I do.”
“Are we done then?”
“Are you breaking it off with me?”
He didn’t answer right away. He thought about it on the way over, didn’t he? “I decided I was gonna tell Hunter that I have, which means we have to be extra fucking careful, Trav. We haven’t been at all. My friends are in the damn clouds, not to have us figured out by now.”
Dirk’s serious about us. More than, if he’s willing to lie to Hunter. I don’t think he’s ever lied to Hunter. Not about anything that mattered. And now he’s going to look his brother-dad—his hero—in his eyes and say we’re done just to keep this. Keep us.
“You game for that? Lying—better—to Hunter with me?”
Some might say I should tell him no, steer him the fuck away from me, but that act would be a lie. I might be able to lie to Hunter, but never to him.
But I also know—call it my age—that it’s part of growing up.
Parents don’t like it, but it’s the natural evolution.
Your child comes home and tells you he’s gonna start dating again after the hell he went through because of his mother’s boyfriend.
You lose your mind. Throw a fit. Maybe break a bottle of vodka when he’s not looking and insinuate that you didn’t throw it on the ground, it fell.
So, yeah, that was me and Dash, which means I’ve been through it from Hunter’s point of view. But Dash and I worked through it, came out stronger. That’s how I know they will, too.
“I’d do anything for you, pretty boy.” I moved to step away from him because if we were going to be sneakier, holding him in the middle of the bar just wasn’t on.
His fingers clawed my shirt, but then he let go, coming to the same conclusion I had. “It’ll be like the tattoo I got,” he said.
Ah, the tattoo. Dash finally showed me his, not because he was hiding it, but because it’s a non-issue with us and he’d forgotten about it. I started noticing where they all chose to put their Calder Cup tattoo, all of them somewhere with the high likelihood of being seen.
Except Dirk.
“You mean the one you got somewhere Hunter would only ever see if he was sitting in on a medical exam?”
He ran a hand through his hair, not answering that, huffing. “It’s not fair that we can’t just be together. Why couldn’t I have been born sooner?”
“I could have been born later,” I teased.
“Nah. Wouldn’t have been attracted to you,” he said. “I like you all old and worn like you are.”
“I’m not fucking worn.”
“A little. But I love the way your eyes crease when you laugh and all the age-old calluses on your hands.”
“Age-old, I’ll show you age-old, you little brat. Just wait till I have you alone.”
It didn’t scare him. He bit his lip, looking at me like he was seeing everything he wanted in life.
“I hope you do.”
And that’s where we left it. Since, we’ve been way more fucking careful, and Hunter’s got more eyes on Dirk, making him come to his place more often than usual.
But it hasn’t stopped us from finding moments together.
Like me dragging him into my office so I could kiss him stupid and shoving my hand down his pants to stroke his cock enough to make him miserable.
I’m so entertained. He squirms all day, the problem in his pants aggravating him, making him a grouchy fucker.
And I’ve got a taste for what Dirk is like.
He’ll wait for me to pleasure him. He won’t go home and rub one out.
He’ll want it to be me. Doesn’t mean I don’t whisper evil threats in his ear.
“Don’t you dare touch your cock. It’s mine.”
“If I even think you’ve come without me there, you’ll regret it.”
That I do because it’s fucking fun.
It’s the end of the night, everyone’s gone home, leaving just Dirk and me to close up.
I lock all the fucking doors so I can put my hands on him as I like.
He’s already doing the bar cashout at the bar top.
He’s wearing his ball cap, slung around backward with the brim facing the nape of his neck, his brow frowning as he counts.
He’s got the thickest forearms from all those slapshots.
I need to put all that muscle to work, stroking my cock.
I enter behind the bar from the back and sling my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder.
“If you’ve come to tease me some more, I might kill you, Trav, just sayin’.”
“Nah, you couldn’t kill me. No chance.”
He spins his head; I catch his lips. “I might punch you in the dick, though.”
I doubt he’d do that either, but I get it, he’s reaching his limit. “Can you stay over tonight?”
Dirk sets the cash he was counting down. “Really?”
“Yep.”
“Hell, yeah. I … fuck. I’ve gotta be at Hunt’s early tomorrow, that okay? He’s got me on yard duty all fucking day.”
“Yard duty?”
“Yeah. He claims he needs help with a bunch of shit in his backyard, but it’s bullshit. It’s to keep me busy so I’m not fraternizing with you.”
I laugh. It’s kinda cute. I get why Dirk doesn’t appreciate it, but his brother loves him.
“That’s fine. I’ll have you up and coffee-fueled before you have to go.”
He looks to the ceiling. “Shit, though. He was here earlier. He saw what I was wearing, and I don’t have a change of clothes.”
“I think Dash has some stuff he left upstairs.”
“And Dash will see that, and fucking know.” He releases a heavy sigh. “I could run home and grab some stuff, but those nosey fuckers will ask questions.”
Thing is, I’m a tad old-fashioned. If Dirk was just a casual fuck, I would have bent him over the bar top by now. But he’s not, and I want to take my time. Drag it out. We only get to have our first time once. I want to get to know him before I take him to my bed and ruin him for everyone else.
Because I will, and when I do, he’s staying the fucking night so I can hold him in my arms afterward.
“Alright, tonight’s not gonna work. What you’re gonna do is start leaving some shit at my place just in case, and for tonight …”
I tear the cash from his hand, shoving it in the till drawer. I get him pressed against the bar top so fast. My mouth on his neck, kissing, but not leaving any marks. That’s hard for me. I wanna mark him to hell, make him my greatest sin, but I can wait. My fingers move to his jeans button.
“Wait, Trav,” he breathes. “I’ve been fucking dying to suck your cock. Please. Let me.”
I don’t know why me doing shit to him feels less wrong than letting him do shit to me, but beyond kissing and touching, I haven’t let him. I’ve got to stop it. I’ve gotta be all in if I’m with him. I won’t fuck around with his heart.
Slowly, I nod. Not much terrifies me, but he does.
He fucking beams, scrambling to his knees, popping the button of my jeans open fast enough that I won’t change my mind. Which I won’t, but I am about to lose it. The number of times I’ve pictured Dirk underneath me like this today alone is criminal.
I’m wearing loose jeans, so without the button and zip done up, they slide off me, and he peels my black cotton briefs down, unleashing my cock.