Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Theo
“You weren’t joking about the night lights,” Hamish said as he followed me into my apartment. It wasn’t much. A kitchen that I’d decorated with lemon decor. A living room full of thrifted items that had started with a coffee table because I hated assembling furniture.
And night lights.
I’d left the under-cabinet lights on, and they illuminated the kitchen and cast the living room in enough light that I felt secure in that space, so long as I didn’t go too close to the windows if the curtains were open.
There was a night light in the hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom.
Hamish followed me through my apartment as I gave him the grand tour on the way to the bedroom.
He peeked into the bathroom and saw the night light in there too.
It gave off a soft blue glow that wasn’t harsh on the eyes.
“Rope lights,” Hamish said, and unless I was mistaken, there was a hint of appreciation in his voice.
“Blue, because they give off the nicest light. Red made me feel like I was in hell, and purple was too dark. But white was too bright. Blue is just the right amount of light.”
Hamish came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me against him and buried his face in the curve of my neck. It was automatic, the way I tilted my head to make room for him there. To invite his mouth to explore my skin.
“I sleep with them on too.” I braced myself for the ridicule that never came. Hamish just made a humming noise like he was acknowledging that he heard me, but couldn’t care less that I slept with the lights on.
“I won’t ask you to turn them off, Theo,” he said, his lips dancing on the skin behind my ear. “I will ask you to take this off, though.” He tugged at the hem of my shirt.
It was hard for me to wrap my head around Hamish and how little he minded the night lights and the childish fear that made their existence necessary.
Reaching up, I grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it off over my head.
Hamish didn’t miss a beat, and his hands roamed upward from their perch on my waist. He slid them up my ribs, then forward.
His fingers brushed over my nipples, and I let out a gasp as I melted against him.
“Like that?” he asked, the answer obvious as he did it again.
I tried to answer in a coherent way, but as I attempted to speak, Hamish dragged his fingertips over them again.
“I—ungh.”
Then he gently pinched each between a thumb and forefinger and gently twisted. My cock, which had been half hard until this point, threatened to break through the fly of my jeans. I wondered if Hamish had a similar problem, and I rocked back into him, pressing my ass against him.
Hamish didn’t disappoint. His ample bulge had to be as hard as mine, and I ground my ass against it some more as he played with my nipples. He kissed my neck. The soft, sensitive spot behind my ear.
I turned my head, and Hamish was there, his mouth almost touching mine.
I gave in to the temptation and kissed him.
His mouth was sweet and warm, welcoming.
He kissed me back, releasing his hold on my nipples to turn me around so we were chest to chest. And then he really kissed me.
Holding the sides of my face in his hands, he deepened the kiss, licking his way into my mouth to caress my tongue with his.
Sliding my arms around him, I reached down and cupped his ass, urging him closer so I could grind our erections together. Hamish practically growled into my mouth when I did, prompting me to do it again and again as our kisses intensified.
He took a step backward and then another, and I only realized what he was doing when he sat on the edge of the bed and dragged me with him. Sliding one arm down my back to gather me close, he effectively forced me to straddle him.
We kissed for ages. We kissed and ground our cocks together and touched each other. At some point, I peeled him out of his shirt and kept kissing him until I was dizzy and breathless and so hard I thought I might die. Or cream my pants.
Eventually, Hamish let out a quiet laugh.
“What?” I asked, encouraged by the way he never stopped touching me.
“I can’t remember the last time I made out like this.” He dragged the tip of his nose up the side of my neck. “You taste so good.”
He cradled my ass in his hands, pulling me closer. “You feel so good.”
“If you think this is good, you should see what I can do without pants.”
Before I knew what was happening, Hamish stood with me in his arms, my ass supported by him. I let out an embarrassing squeak as he turned and deposited me on the bed. My legs fell open in invitation, and he reached for my fly, but paused.
“Can I?” he asked.
“You’d better,” I told him.
Hamish wasted no time in flicking the button of my pants open and working the zipper down before pulling my pants off my legs, leaving me lying there in nothing but my bright red, teeny tiny briefs.
I loved the way his eyes lit up when he saw me in them. The feral hunger that I saw there only made me harder and twice as eager.
“Look at you,” he murmured, not moving except for his gaze, which roamed over my body in a slow, appreciative way like he wanted to eat me alive. He started at my ankles, smoothing his hands up my legs until he reached the backs of my knees, which he gripped and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
I watched as he yanked his own fly open and shoved his pants off.
Unlike me, Hamish had gone commando, and his cock was practically in my face.
Hard. Leaking. Fat and fucking gorgeous.
I licked my lips in anticipation, but in the next second, Hamish sank to his knees and buried his face between my legs.
He mouthed my dick through my briefs, making the fabric hot and damp.
When he hummed his approval, the vibrations spread through my body like a fast burning wildfire. I whimpered and he looked at me then with a knowing glint in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He kept tracing the outline of my cock through my briefs, making me hot and desperate. Sweat started to bead on my forehead as I fought the urge to thrust and grind my cock against his face.
“If you keep that up, it’s going to be over before it starts,” I warned.
Hamish hooked his fingers in the top of my briefs and tugged them down. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
“I—there’s condoms and lube on the nightstand,” I told him. “If you want to use them.”
He answered me by licking a trail up the underside of my cock, then enveloping it in his mouth and taking it down to the root.
“Oh-kay,” I squeaked. “I’m—ah, fuck, that’s hot. I’m negative. Tested recently. But I know some people prefer—” Whatever I’d planned on saying was lost as Hamish tugged my briefs down lower and freed my balls. He held them in his hand so fucking gently I almost shot right then.
“So needy,” Hamish said, kissing the crease of my thigh. He nuzzled closer to my balls, then laved his tongue over the sensitive skin.
I reached down and sank a hand into his hair. I combed my fingers through the soft strands, and Hamish purred like a fucking kitten.
“So pretty,” he whispered.
I’d never been called pretty before, and my brain short-circuited. My cock jumped, twitching in the air like it was trying to get Hamish to notice it. When he said it again, I whimpered, though I tried hard not to. For some reason, I didn’t want him to know that I liked it.
But Hamish flicked his eyes up to mine, kissed the tip of my leaking cock, and held my gaze.
“Such a pretty cock.”
Hamish swallowed it down again, swirling his tongue around the head, teasing me. Between his words and his talented tongue, I was close to coming already. The pressure built, and I started to writhe.
“Hamish, I’m—fuck. So close.”
He pinned my hips to the bed so I couldn’t squirm, and he sucked me down to the root, working his throat muscles, doing everything he could to make me come.
When my orgasm hit, the world whited out. Every muscle in my body seized, and I gripped his hair, his head, pulling him closer, holding on to him for dear life as my orgasm blasted through me.
I thrust. Convulsed. Moaned out a series of oh Gods and holy fucks, peppered with the word yes over and over again until I released him and collapsed onto the bed.
Stretching my arms out to my sides, I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.
My world had shrunk to the blackness behind my eyelids and the warmth of Hamish’s mouth, kissing his way up my body.
I shimmied up the bed, and Hamish followed until he was straddling me, pinning me to the bed underneath him. His cock was still hard as fuck, and he stroked it, holding eye contact with me.
“Lube,” I told him. “I want you to show me how to handle that thing.” I reached for him and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.
“What if I don’t top?” Hamish asked, but I couldn’t tell if he was serious. Not that it mattered. I was willing to top or bottom. Or do things that didn’t involve penetration at all.
“Then you show me how you like to jerk off. You lube me up and put your hand over mine, and teach me how to please you. And if you want, as soon as I can, I can fuck you while I jerk you off just the way you like it. And if you don’t want to, then I’d still like to get you off.
I want to see what you look like when you come. ”
That must have been the right answer because Hamish leaned forward and crushed his lips against mine in a breathtaking kiss.