Chapter Ten
Closing the front door behind him and letting Charlie off the leash, Santino dropped his bag to the floor and walked into the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, he stared at the empty shelves, remembering he’d cleared all perishable items out before leaving for the city.
“Damn.” Opening the back door for Charlie, he picked up one of the takeout menus and placed his order before going back to the door and picking up his bag.
He dumped the contents by the washer, then went to his bedroom to strip.
He’d come back a day early to see Orsen but had been stuck in traffic for two hours longer than normal, and now he needed a shower.
Orsen was coming over soon and Santino wanted to smell less like a sweaty gym rat.
Santino shook his head at his own behavior. Orsen was eighteen now, and in some ways still a child, but he made Santino stop and stare. He was beautiful, and Santino shouldn’t want him, but he did, and it appeared Orsen wanted him in return as well.
Well, he knew Orsen wanted him. Orsen hadn’t shied away from that fact, but tonight, after they’d eaten, Santino would give Orsen the kisses he wanted, and he wouldn’t feel any guilt in doing so.
Showered and dressed in clothes that he hadn’t spent hours sweating in, Santino placed the order that had just been delivered in the oven and waited for Orsen to arrive.
His stomach fluttered, and he chuckled as he wiped his clammy palms on his jeans.
Feeling nervous at his age. Charlie came in and lay by the side of the sofa, panting softly, a toy in his mouth.
The doorbell rang and Santino opened it, seeing Orsen standing there with a smile on his face. “Come in. You’re right on time. Our order arrived a few minutes ago and don’t say anything. I have nothing in the fridge, so I ordered takeout.”
“What kind?” Orsen stepped inside, then stood still as Santino closed the door. He played with Charlie when he came over to say hello.
“Mexican.”
“Oh, I’ve never eaten that before.” Orsen grinned, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Santino on the lips. “I can do that now.”
Santino breathed deeply and nodded. “You can.”
Orsen stepped closer, his hands touching Santino’s sides.
Santino could feel the slight tremor in them and placed his own over them.
Orsen tilted his head up and Santino bent down, capturing Orsen’s lips with his own.
Orsen shuddered, a soft moan escaping as Santino licked his lips, then slipped his tongue inside.
Orsen whimpered, moved closer, his tongue touching Santino’s, then moving back before touching it again. Santino knew this was Orsen’s first proper kiss and took his time showing Orsen how to do it. Orsen turned out to be a quick learner, and soon they were kissing, tongues sliding together.
Orsen’s hands slid around to grab the shirt on Santino’s back, and Santino reached up to hold Orsen’s face.
Orsen moaned again, his tongue sliding against Santino’s, and Santino could feel his body respond.
He grew erect, and he pulled Orsen close, feeling how their kiss affected him.
Orsen trembled, pushing his hips against Santino’s, and Santino growled softly, one hand grabbing Orsen’s ass as he moved with him.
Orsen broke the kiss and looked up at him, panting, his eyes wide.
He didn’t stop moving and Santino pushed his fingers into Orsen’s hair, keeping him in position, watching his cheeks flush.
Orsen moaned and whimpered, his eyes sliding closed, then he jerked and shuddered, his mouth falling open.
Santino held him, stroked a hand over his hair until Orsen fell limp against him.
Moving him over to the sofa, he sat with Orsen curled up to his side, stroking his fingers over Orsen’s damp skin. “Sorry.” The word was so softly spoken, Santino only just heard it.
“I loved watching you.” Orsen lifted his head, his eyebrows arched up.
“I did. You look amazing when you come, but I think you need to go to the bathroom to clean up. Dried come is horrible and itchy. While you get ready, I’ll put the food on the table.
” Santino kissed Orsen’s soft plump lips, then helped him up.
“Go on. It’ll be ready by the time you come out.
And Orsen?” Orsen looked back at him, his face almost hidden. “I want to see it again.”
Orsen gasped, then smiled. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, and you’ll understand when you see me come.”
Orsen blinked, his mouth forming a small O, then darted into the bathroom.
Santino smiled to himself as he took the food out and served it on several plates so they could pick and choose what they wanted.
Charlie stood by with a hopeful expression on his face.
Santino pointed to the door, and Charlie’s tail dropped as he left.
By the time Orsen walked in, the table was set and a present sat on Orsen’s chair.
Seeing it, Orsen looked up at Santino, who nodded, then picked it up and sat with it on his knees. Santino watched him carefully open the paper, then put it to one side. He lifted the lid and gasped, looking at Santino, then back to his gift. “This is for me?”
“It is. I hope I got the size correct.” Orsen put the box on the floor, then stood and put on the black leather jacket Santino had bought him. He ran his hands over it, then looked at Santino and back down to the jacket. “Do you like it?”
“I’ve never had anything like this before. I’m worried I’ll damage it.”
“It’s leather. It can take a lot.”
“Thank you.” Orsen breathed the word, still running over the jacket. “I don’t want to take it off.”
“You don’t have to. Sit and eat with it on if you want to.”
“Thank you.” Orsen came around the table and kissed him, then smiled and kissed him again.
“Eat your food, Orsen. We can talk about us after.”
“And other things?” Orsen glanced up at him from under his lashes.
“Yes.” Santino answered without hesitation.
Having spent the last few days away from Orsen, and after his trip to a club, he knew he wanted to be with the young man.
Their relationship would progress slowly.
Orsen had never been in a relationship before, hadn’t done anything before, and Santino didn’t want to overwhelm him.
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to kiss and touch Orsen.
He did. He wanted to strip him naked, but Orsen wasn’t ready for that.
But he would be one day, and Santino wanted to be the one who gave him the pleasure he deserved.
After they finished eating and they’d tidied up, Santino sat Orsen down. “I have to be honest with you.”
“Okay?” Orsen frowned. “What is it?”
“While I was in the city, I went to a club.” It took Orsen a few seconds to understand, then he jumped up and ran to the door. Santino followed, stopping him from leaving. “Nothing happened.”
Pushing him away, Orsen pulled his jacket off, throwing it to the floor. “Fuck off!” He grabbed the door again, but Santino spun him around and held him still. Orsen’s eyes widened, and he began to fight Santino, but Santino was broader, taller and stopped him.
“Stop it. Nothing happened.”
“But you went!” Orsen shouted. “Why would you go if you didn’t want something to happen? I came here and kissed you and… and other things. And you went to a club!”
“And I hated being there. All I could think about was you, so I left not long after entering. It confirmed to me that I want to be with you, even though I still have some reservations. This has shown me that maybe some of those reservations were justified.”
Orsen sagged against the door and wiped his face. “You said you went to a club before, and you did things with other men there.”
Santino closed his eyes. He had, so no wonder Orsen had reacted the way he did. Opening his eyes, he said, “You’re right. I did say that. I’m sorry. Nothing happened, Orsen.” Santino paused, then kissed Orsen. “I wanted you.”
“I want you too.” Orsen reached up and kissed him back. “I want more. Can we?”
“Shouldn’t we talk first?”
“In a minute. Please.”
Chuckling, Santino kissed Orsen, who held on to him as he let their tongues twined together. Orsen sighed into the kiss, and Santino pulled him closer, feeling how aroused Orsen was. “More.”
Santino smiled into their kiss. “So demanding.”
“Please. I want you.” Orsen ran a hand over Santino’s cock and Santino gasped, pushing into Orsen’s touch. “Please.” He tugged at the zipper and Santino grabbed his hand. Orsen carried on trying to touch him, ignoring Santino’s hold. “I want you.”
Santino pushed Orsen against the door. “You’re not ready.”
Orsen growled and pushed at Santino. “I’m not a child anymore.”
Narrowing his eyes, Santino nodded. “Fine.” He grabbed Orsen, twisting them around, dropping to his knees and taking Orsen with him.
He pushed him to the floor, then tugged at the buttons of his jeans and pulled the zipper down.
Orsen froze, whimpered, then grabbed Santino’s hand, pushing it away.
“I thought you wanted more. I’m giving you what you want. ”
Orsen shook his head. “No.”
Leaning over him, Santino stared into Orsen’s wide, wet eyes.
“If you were with any other man, this wouldn’t have stopped here.
Just because you’re eighteen now doesn’t mean you know how this works.
If you did this in a club, I can guarantee you would be in trouble.
When I say we’ll go slow, it’s so you know what’s coming and can handle it.
What if I flipped you over, stripped you down and tongue fucked your ass?
What if after that I shoved my dick in and fucked you hard? Are you ready for that?”
Orsen shook his head, tears spilling down his face. Santino carefully wiped them away and murmured, “Trust me in this. I want to do this right for you.”
Orsen took a few shaky breaths. “You scared me.”
“I know, and I didn’t want to, but I had to make you see why we’re not going to rush into anything. I like you, Orsen, and I don’t want to hurt you by doing things you’re not actually ready for. Let’s take our time.”
“I don’t like you.” Orsen pushed at Santino’s shoulders, and Santino eased up. Orsen rolled to the side and scrambled over to the sofa, then sat with his back against it.
“Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t want you to do that again.”
“One day, when you’re ready, you will.”
Orsen pulled his legs up and rested his chin on his knees. He stared at Santino, and Santino let him. He moved over and sat in a chair, waiting for Orsen. Orsen rubbed his tears away and broke eye contact. “I’ll listen to you.”
“I’m sorry I scared you.” Orsen shrugged but wouldn’t look at him. Sighing, Santino stood. “Let me take you home.”
“I don’t have a home. Just a place to sleep. I’ve never had a home.”
“You have one now.” Orsen snorted. “The ruins of that house. Tear it down and build something that is yours.” Orsen looked up at him.
“You have two hundred thousand, though I think I might have found some more squirreled away.” Santino shrugged a shoulder.
“I’m chasing it down. And you have land.
Sell a couple of acres and use that money to build a place that’s yours.
Like I said, it would be a huge ‘fuck you’ to Ambrose. ”
“I could have a family. Make it happy and full of nice things.”
“You could.”
“You could live with me and make it a home.”
“Are you going a little too fast again?”
Orsen grumbled. “Shut up.” There was no heat in the words and Santino smiled. “Why do you have to be so sensible?”
“Because I want to do what’s best for you. Don’t think you’re the only one with blue balls. I want you naked, Orsen, and going to the club made me realize that. It’s a bit of a shock to find myself attracted to someone your age, but you’re only young in years.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.” Santino moved over to the sofa and sat, then patted the seat next to him. Orsen stood and then sat next to him, but left a gap between them. Santino slid closer and put his arm over Orsen’s shoulder and pulled him close. “Better.”
Orsen hummed and whispered, “I went to the park yesterday. I think I went there once as a kid, but I can’t really remember, so I went on the slide and the swing. It was fun.”
“I’ll take you to one of those theme parks. We can stay in a nice hotel and spend a few days there, and you can go on all the rides.”
“I think I’d like that.” Orsen snuggled closer and sighed softly. “I’m still a little angry with you.”
“I scared you. I’m sorry.”
“No. You were right. I’m running before I can walk. I heard someone say that before, and it fits.”
“It does.” Santino moved around and cupped Orsen’s cheek. “We’re alone on the sofa. Do you know what we do now?” Orsen shook his head. “We make out, which means lots of kissing. Want to try that?”
Orsen smiled. “I do.”
Santino hummed, then kissed him.