Chapter Fourteen #2
Bowie sat there for a couple of seconds before responding, and I nearly retracted the question. “Well, I thought it was going pretty good. Slow, but I know you said we’ll move at my pace. What question are you avoiding asking?”
Was I that transparent?
“I um,” come on, Pressley, spit it out. “I was hoping to make us an official monogamous relationship.”
“Huh, I thought we already were.”
“Maybe it’s my age, but I guess I just needed to hear we were exclusive.”
“Awe, is Pressley feeling insecure?” Bowie baby talked. I shook his chair, making both of us laugh. “All joking aside, I haven’t dated, hooked up, or even thought of being with anyone since the accident.”
“You know, you don’t have to hide from me. Right?”
“Yeah, that’s kinda what Stoli pulled me aside about tonight. He um,” Bowie nervously wiped his palms on his jeans. “He caught my one fuck-up tonight.”
So did I, but now wasn’t the time to point that out.
“He told me not to hide who I was. I gave him the Cliff Notes version of what happened, but only you, Tony, and my family know the whole story. Hell, Tony stayed right by my side through physical therapy and everything. He’s the one who bought me Percilla when I was still in the hospital.”
“I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell me.
No one has the right to tell you how to heal or when, everyone does so in their own way and time.
But Stoli’s right, hiding isn’t the way to go, but you’re the only one who can decide when it’s okay to be you.
” We’d previously had this conversation, and I’d have to thank Stoli for stepping in, but it barred repeating tonight.
“You mean a lot to me, Bowie, both as your band manager and your boyfriend. I’m here for you however you need me to be. ”
“Yeah, you said that before. Words I replay on repeat to boost myself up. You, um, you mean a lot to me too.”
We leaned forward at the same time, lips meeting in the middle, which quickly heated until Bowie fought back a yawn.
“Time to call it a night. Maybe tomorrow another date?”
“How about a stay-at-home date where we veg out and binge bad sitcoms?”
“That sounds like the perfect Sunday to me, Bowie.” With that plan formulated, I decided to break out the crockpot and slow cook a roast with potatoes and carrots for dinner tomorrow night. We’ve been so damn busy lately I haven’t had the chance to dazzle them with my culinary expertise.
More like Mom instilled ‘my son will learn how to cook’ expertise.
I hopped in the shower and heard the hall one running too, figuring Bowie was doing the same.
The last song they played was stuck in my head, and I was whistling along while I showered.
Dancing around while I dried, headbanging like I’d been doing it all my life.
I felt pretty damn good, great even. Imminent was taking off, and I had a boyfriend.
My life came full circle, and dating someone in the industry was ideal given my work hours were all over the place.
“Re-spect. Walk,” I sang aloud as I hung up the towel and headed for the…
“Are you talking to me?” Bowie finished the lyrics for me.
“This is a pleasant surprise, please excuse my nudity.” I slid into a pair of boxers. “Was there something you needed? Is everything okay?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Just thought,” he shyly glanced away. This wasn’t a time to misconstrue his intentions, so I waited for him to finish. “Ugh. I thought maybe we could cuddle, or something.”
“Or something?”
Bowie shrugged. “I dunno. It’s been a while and…”
“Deep breath, Bowie.” I turned off the light and slid into bed. “Nothing happens that you’re not ready for.” He turned toward me. “Would you be more comfortable if I put clothes on?”
“Nah, I’m fine with your body. It’s mine I have the challenge with.”
“Understood. Can I hold you?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Bowie slid over, and I wrapped my arms around him. “So many nights I’ve thought about this. Lying in bed curled up together.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because that isn’t how this works. I’m ready for a lot of next steps that I have a feeling you haven’t reached yet. And that’s okay, Bowie, you’re more than worth the wait.” And oh yeah, by the way, I’ve fallen in love with you.
I could almost hear the sounds of furious packing, his feet running down the hall toward the front door just before it slammed shut and he ran straight out of my life.
Fuck, that would make work so awkward. Would Jeremiah swap bands with me?
Ugh, I can’t even imagine being away from Bowie for a single day.
“What if I promise to step outside my comfort zone and you promise to verbalize what you want more?”
I chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “It’s a deal.”
“Good, now kiss me.”
We snuggled closely, and before long our hands began to wander.
The first time mine slid along his side, Bowie flinched but didn’t tell me to stop.
Erections ground together through our boxers.
If I didn’t pace myself, I’d soon lose out, and coming in my boxers solo wasn’t a game I was willing to play.
“Bowie,” my voice came out in a breathless gasp. “Tell me what you want. Anything.”
His lips trailed along my neck then back up to mine.
In lieu of words, he placed my hand on his cock, so I did the same with his.
High school was probably the last time I shared mutual hand jobs with another male.
Way past that age now, the intensity of the act still remained.
Even more so given it was our first time doing anything of a sexual nature together, but the damn boxers were ruining it for me.
“Can we take these off?” I tugged at his boxers. Bowie didn’t hesitate, pulling mine down. I nearly tore his with how fast I ripped them off, but at least that got him to laugh. I was afraid his self-conscious side would creep back up, but thankfully it didn’t.
Our hands immediately went to each other’s cocks.
Slow, steady strokes sped up as moans intensely increased.
It wasn’t long before we both came, gasping for breath as we rode it out.
Fuck, I needed that more than I knew. Bowie took his shirt off and wiped us down, then tossed it aside and cuddled back up with me again.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?”
“Finding me when I was lost.”