Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
FINN
We’ve done the video with Curtis riding my cock, as requested by subscribers, but I think this one will do just as well.
Curtis’s long, stretched-out torso lies flat along the mattress, his knees bent, ass in the air, and the way he’s fisting the bedsheets above his head gives his phone—which is on a tripod behind me and is pointed over my shoulder with my exact point of view—the perfect angle to catch it all.
I’m glad I let Curtis talk me into using the tripod and not holding it, because the way I’m pushing inside him over and over with hard thrusts, so hard his ass jiggles with every single one, I have to hold on to his hips.
His ass feels so amazing, so tight, like it was made to fit my thick cock, that I’m amazed I’ve been able to last as long as I have.
I thought I would have run out of cum by this point, but each and every time I’m with Curtis, I ride the edge of blowing my load the whole time he’s touching me. Or I’m touching him. Fucking him.
“Oh, fuck,” Curtis gasps. “I’m coming.”
I’m starting to notice the difference between Curtis and Gunner.
That was a factual, unemotional warning, telling me he’s coming, so to keep doing what I’m doing while the camera can catch it.
His ass contracts around my cock while he comes, so continuing to fuck him through his orgasm only drives me that much closer to the finish line, but I have to hold out.
When he finally finishes, he switches to Gunner and his needy persona. “Please, baby. I need you to fill me. Fill my hole with your cum. I want to feel it inside me.”
I’m nothing but a good instruction follower.
I unleash, let myself fall, grunting loudly for the camera’s microphone to pick it up, and even though I want to stay inside him forever, I know as soon as I’m finished coming inside his ass, I will have to pull out of him and move the phone out of the tripod so it can catch my cum dribbling out of his hole.
Still, when I do that, I’m surprised by how much cum there is. I can’t seem to get enough of him, and there’s no sign of slowing down yet.
I’d love for us to be hanging out more as friends, but if this is how I get him alone, then so be it. I’ll get hard as often as I need to.
I head into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean myself off, and when I walk back into the room and see he’s exactly where I left him, I climb up behind him on the bed and lightly sponge the mess from his skin.
He grins back over his shoulder at me. “Look who’s being sweet.”
“I always clean up after myself.” I drop the cloth onto the nightstand and flop down onto my back. Every one of my muscles is relaxed and happy, a feeling that only deepens when Curtis settles on his back beside me.
“That was a good one.” He stretches his legs out. “I think I’m going to be out of action for days after that.”
“Good thing we have a few videos banked up now.”
“Considering how hesitant you were, you’ve really jumped right into this.”
I could give him the real answer—I can’t get enough—but I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. As dreamy as this might be, it’s all in my head. I haven’t disconnected from the reality.
“It’s fun, so that’s a huge positive.” The obvious pride that takes over his face is so pretty I want to die. “But the money is also helping buy me some time.”
“Still no job?”
“I had a job interview in a recovery wing that sounded promising and was all set to take it so I could get out of Mel and David’s place and free up that space for Beth.”
“But?”
“They hired someone else. Besides, when I mentioned it to Mel and David, they said between the wedding and work, they’re not home enough for that to be a good option either, especially if they’re having babies soon.
Along with it being an unfamiliar place for Beth, it’s looking like a home will be the best option. ”
“David said something similar when he called a few days ago.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of research for them and passing on the information, and the assisted-living place I’ve been speaking to has been amazing.
Ellie is the head nurse there, and I think I’m a little bit in love with her.
I haven’t met her in person yet, but I hope she’s as fun as she is on the phone.
Often, places like that are so depressing, the nurses who work there make all the difference. ”
“Should I be jealous?”
I roll to face him, running my hand from his abs up to his chest. “Considering I can’t keep my hands off you? Doubtful.”
“Tell me more about that.”
“About how I want to lick your pierced nipple?” I do. “Bury my face between your pecs?” I moan at his deliciously masculine scent. “Taste your throat?” My mouth on his skin has a stuttered exhale slipping from him. “Kiss you?”
I don’t know if Curtis is distracted or not ready for it, because he lets me do it easily.
His mouth molds with mine, and his fingers twist into my hair, holding me in place as our tongues meet again and again.
There’s no way I can get it up already, but kissing him is a special kind of high, and I’d gladly spend the night doing only this.
“The camera …” he says against my mouth.
“Haven’t turned it off yet. So technically, we’re still filming.” I can’t help my smile. “So technically, this is all part of our rules.”
He doesn’t need more convincing than that. Curtis wraps a leg around mine, pulling me down until I’m blanketing his naked body. Maybe I was wrong about being able to get it up again. Maybe this is all I needed to—
A loud vibrating sound makes me pull away. It’s so loud that at first I think one of the toys has turned itself on, but then I notice our phones. They’re both lit up with a message.
“What is it?” he asks, lips reddened and swollen.
“A message, I think.” I reach over and grab them, handing Curtis’s off to him. “Just Mel.”
“Mine’s from David.”
Our eyes connect, and I know we’ve had the same thought. Why are they messaging us at the same time?
I hurry to open it, but there’s nothing there except a vague “call me.”
“Mine’s the same,” Curtis says, tilting his phone.
“Think everything’s okay?”
“Only one way to find out.” He hits Call before I can protest, and I hurry to at least climb off him before David answers.
“That was fast,” David says.
“Well, considering you and Mel sent out the exact same message, you sort of freaked us out.”
There’s a brief pause. “Us?”
“Yeah, I’m with Finn.”
Little butterflies whip up in my stomach at him admitting that, and I have to pluck the wings off every one of them. “Hey, David.”
“Hey … you guys are together? It’s, like, ten?”
I’m about to start rambling excuses when Curtis playfully presses his hand to my mouth and gets in first.
“We’re hanging out playing video games. You can do that when you don’t have a ball and chain.”
Apparently, we’re not the only ones on speaker because Melanie gasps. “Did you call me a ball and chain?”
“Ah … I wasn’t talking about you—”
This time, I save him. “Why did we need to call?”
The mood seems to get heavier through the phone.
“We’ve been talking,” David explains. “And with how quickly Mom’s declining, we don’t want to risk waiting almost a year for the wedding. So we’re bringing it forward.”
Oh, shit.
It makes sense and is a smart choice, but they’ve barely started planning. “To when?”
“Not sure,” Melanie answers. “We only decided tonight, but we’re going to call everyone tomorrow to see the earliest we can make it work. We briefly talked about eloping, but Beth would hate that.”
“I’d be happy with just you guys and our parents,” David says. “But I don’t want her to think we’re missing out for her. You know she wouldn’t listen, no matter how many times we explained we don’t care.”
I get it, but all this talk has already made Curtis retreat into himself, so I take over. “I agree. Plus, you both deserve that first dance moment, and we still have some time. We’ll help in whatever way we can.”
“Thank you, and I hope you know that means a lot.” Melanie doesn’t waste words. “We were hoping you were both free tomorrow to come over and make some phone calls. We need the date nailed down ASAP so we can get invitations out.” Her voice starts to rise with anxiety.
“We’ve got this.” If she’s going to stress and David and Curtis are going to be heavy with sadness, I’ll be the one who steps up. I’ll handle anything those three throw at me to make sure they all get this moment. “Plenty of people have last-minute weddings. There’s no issue.”
Curtis climbs off the bed and walks over to turn off the camera I’d forgotten about.
“I love that you’re so confident,” David mutters.
“I am. I’m going to guarantee that it’ll be a perfect day.” Even while I’m talking, my gaze doesn’t leave Curtis as he keeps his back to me and pulls his briefs back on. “Get some sleep, and I’ll be there early with coffee and pastries, and we won’t leave your place until everything is organized.”
Melanie chuckles. “What would I do without you?”
“Having to fetch your own coffee is a guess. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
They’re too distracted to even notice my use of we, and when we say our goodbyes, they don’t pick up on Curtis’s lack of response.
He’s breathing heavily, still staring off toward his computer, when the room falls silent.
Without a word, I pull on my briefs as well and approach him.
I know he’s hurting, and I wish I could reach in and take it all away from him.
I can only imagine how hard it is to lose your biological parents and then be going through this with a parent who willingly chose you.
Who didn’t hesitate to take you in and love you when they had no obligations to do it.
“I’ll, umm … I need to visit Beth in the morning,” he says, sounding like he’s a word away from tears.
“She’s got the home visit tomorrow. You have the day off.”
“Right. Yeah.”
My heart is heavy as I reach for him, wanting more than anything to give him some kind of comfort. Curtis jumps as I take his shoulders and step in close. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m fine.”
That actually makes me laugh. “No you’re not. Why the hell would you be?”
His head drops forward, and I take that he hasn’t stepped away to be a good sign. My face finds the back of his neck as I slide my arms around him, and I can’t even enjoy getting to hold him like this when it feels like his pain is hooked up to mine.
Then he chokes out two words that get me right in the heart. “Why her?”
I don’t have an answer to that. All I can do is pull Curtis deeper into my arms as he turns and sobs into my shoulder. I do everything I can to anchor him, to hold him together, but no amount of training can prepare me for the pain of someone I care about.
He’s right.
It’s not fair.
It never is.
I give him all the time he needs and force my own emotions to take a back seat. As much as I want to cry too, I don’t, and Curtis has my arms for as long as he needs them.
I wait until he’s the first one to pull away.
“Yeah. Thanks.” He sniffs, stepping back from me. His eyes are red, and he directs them firmly to the ground. “Sorry. I’m good now.”
I’ll pretend to believe him. “Get into bed. I’ll turn everything off.”
He does it without arguing, and I do a sweep of the apartment, making sure there’s nothing left out and double-checking that the front door is closed. Then I return to his room.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I cross to the bed.
“Staying with you.”
“We don’t do sleepovers.”
It’s hard not to be offended that he thinks that’s what I’m after. That I’d push some kind of boyfriendly sleepover on him when he’s feeling like this. “I know what we are,” I say firmly.
He’s still watching me warily.
“We’re friends. And friends are there for each other. Do you really think I’m going to walk out and leave you like this? Damn. I’m not an asshole.”
“That’s … that’s not …”
I reach over to take his hand. “I’m happy to sleep on the couch.
If that’s still too uncomfortable for you, then of course I’ll go, but the only thing I want is to make sure you’re okay.
If you need space, then that’s fine too.
I’ll go. But don’t make me leave because of some stupid sleepover rule. ”
Silence stretches out between us, and it’s so hard not to jump in and fill it. Not to ramble about staying or going or who the hell knows what else, but this needs to be his call.
Finally, he pulls back his sheets. “We are heading to the same place tomorrow, I guess.”
I’m so relieved that he’s letting me stay and so determined to make sure he knows I respect him not wanting to cross lines that I end up with my arms and legs locked, firmly on my side of the bed.
I won’t touch him. I won’t get close. We’ll just sleep and then head out early.
At least that’s what I think until a few minutes later.
When Curtis reaches back for my arm.
Pulls it around him.
Relaxes into me until I’m spooning him, back to chest, thigh to thigh, nose buried deliciously in his hair.
My heart is going crazy, like it’s trying to tell me something, and I beg that he can’t hear it.
Because I know exactly what it’s trying to say.
And there’s not a single fucking thing I can do about it.