Chapter 27
Raine
Ican’t believe he came out to his parents like that. Am I proud? A little. I didn’t want to put a title on this and didn’t expect him to. I know he’s hesitant to come out to his friends and the world, but Susan and Dean won’t speak a word of this.
He hasn’t said so, but Poppy is still messaging him. I’ve seen her name pop up and he goes silent. She’s relentless.
I’m sure she’ll say something to me tomorrow. Dasher gets a rest day while I go to work. He deserves time with his parents. This weekend he is travelling to New York. Only around seven games left.
I plan on traveling when he travels. I want to be wherever he is and ensuring he gets sleep, sex, and food. He’s mine now and I’m not letting go whether he tells the world or not. I’m okay with what we have right now.
The food comes and I place all the takeout containers on the table, turning the hockey game on so Dean can watch. Dasher and he are big fans. I’ll take him to some games in his off season. He deserves the best. I know he can afford it himself, but I want to spoil him.
“Tomorrow while you’re at work, I’m going to take my parents to the Strip. They leave tomorrow afternoon,” he says as we finish up.
I take the containers from him as his parents retire to the guest room, “I have to go into the office. I can cook for you when I get home.”
He snorts, “I thought you only made breakfast.”
I shove him playfully, “I can cook everything. How about you cook something, and I’ll cook something. Taste off.”
He grins, “you’re on. I’ll grab the groceries on the way home just tell me what you need.”
Once the trash is thrown down the shute, he follows me to my room, “you want to be in here while your parents are here?”
He takes his clothes off as answer, “I find I sleep better with you.”
I strip and climb in bed with him. I turn on the game so we can watch the end of it, and he breaks the silence, “is it weird that I like this?”
I turn to face him, “it’s only weird if you make it weird. I’m going at your pace. You tell who you want to tell when you want to tell them.” He relaxes at that thought.
I casually stroke his cock while we watch the game, just content with touching him.
He moans and grunts, reaching for mine. We just stroke each other while watching the game.
It’s nice just being like this. We both come silently all over each other’s hands and I just grab my shirt to wipe it off.
The game ends and he moves closer to me, murmuring his thanks as he drifts off to sleep.