Chapter Twenty-Seven
Dancing was fun. Having men take an interest in him was fun, too.
Watching Cody turn down all the men who tried it on was also fun.
Cody would smile, then shake his head. Those men would look at Orsen, their eyes moving over his body, then grin at Cody before moving away.
Orsen couldn’t help but laugh. Cody held his drink up and pointed to the bar.
Orsen nodded and leaned in to say, “I’ll stay here. ”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”
“Not much then.”
Cody laughed and moved through the crowd toward the bar.
Orsen moved on the spot, then jumped when someone felt his ass.
He spun back around and looked into blue eyes.
Blond hair flopped over his forehead and Orsen smiled.
The man stepped closer, putting his hands on Orsen’s waist, moving in time with him.
Grinning, Orsen closed his eyes and let his body move in time with the music.
When lips touched his, he smiled and kissed the man back, their tongues dancing as their bodies moved. It was a nice kiss, but not Santino nice, and Orsen pushed that thought from his mind. He was single now and could do whatever the fuck he wanted, including kissing the hot blond in front of him.
The music was loud, but Orsen ignored it as they kissed, then the man touched his dick and Orsen gasped. He was hard, which wasn’t surprising, but the touch felt wrong, and he broke the kiss, smiled, and backed away. He glanced around, looking for Cody, when the blond grabbed his shoulder.
Orsen stared at him and shook his head, blinking rapidly as his eyes itched. “Shit.”
The man leaned closer and asked, “You okay?”
“I’m sorry. I need to go.”
The guy nodded and walked away, which Orsen was glad for.
He moved toward the bar, ignoring the hands that touched him, and when he saw Cody, he went over to him and touched his arm.
Cody smiled at him, then slowly frowned.
“You want to go?” Nodding, Orsen waited for Cody, then followed him outside. “You okay?”
“I kissed someone.”
“And?” Cody wrapped an arm around Orsen’s shoulders and steered him toward the parking lot. As Cody didn’t drink, he’d driven them to the club, and once the car came into sight, he slowed down. “Did something happen?”
“No, it was nice, but it didn’t feel right, and I was hard. You know, like my dick was hard. I mean, who wouldn’t be with all those hot men, but I only want him.”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“I felt like I was cheating even though we’re not together. He doesn’t see me that way. I’m still a kid to him.”
“Hmm. I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” Cody nodded to Santino, who was walking over to them. “Don’t let him off easy. Make him work for it. I’ll stay in the car in case you need me.” Cody hugged Orsen, then pointed two fingers at his own eyes before pointing them at Santino.
“He seems to have forgiven me,” Santino mused.
“Why are you here?” Orsen folded his arms over his chest and stared at Santino.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“By coming to a club? How did you know where I was? And anyway, I’m doing what you wanted me to do, so why are you here?”
“I made a mistake.”
“Tough shit,” Orsen snapped, then sucked his lips in. He wanted to apologize but didn’t. They weren’t together now, so he could say whatever he wanted and there was nothing Santino could do about it. “I think you should go now. There’s a nice blond in there who kisses really well.”
“If you’re saying that to make me jealous—”
“No, and why would I? We’ve both moved on. Go and find a man closer to your own age and let me have lots of sex with strangers, so I get the experience you think I need.”
Orsen saw Santino’s face harden, and he took a step back, then straightened.
No, Santino had no right to say anything now.
They were over and Orsen was going to find a man who could accept him for who he was and accept his age, too.
It didn’t matter that it hurt him to want Santino, who didn’t want him, but he would move on and—
“I love you.”
Orsen’s internal dialogue screeched to a halt.
He loved Santino too, but what did it matter?
“I’m still eighteen. I’m always going to be younger than you.
I’m always going to have less life experience.
” Orsen muttered ‘life experience.’ “Thank you for being kind to me, but I need to find someone my own age, like you said.” Orsen turned and managed to take two steps before Santino grabbed his arm.
“Wait. Please let me speak.”
Orsen glanced over his shoulder as he shook Santino’s arm off. “About what, exactly? You told me so many times you struggled with my age, except when you had your dick in my ass or vice versa, so why should I listen to you now?”
“I only wanted you to live a life you hadn’t been able to because of how you’d been brought up, but it appears I keep comparing our lives when we’ve had vastly different ones.
I judge your experience by my standards and not by your own.
I look at my past and feel you should have one like that and even when you told me that wasn’t what you wanted, I had difficulties accepting that.
” Santino paused and Orsen licked his lips.
Turning, he faced Santino, who gave him a small smile.
“It isn’t easy for me to… understand how someone at your age would want the same things someone my age would want, but that’s my issue and not yours. ”
“It is,” Orsen murmured.
“I don’t want to lose you, but I will make mistakes just like you will. You asked me to move in and I said not yet. I said to give it time—”
“You said ‘You’re only eighteen’,” Orsen reminded him.
Nodding, Santino agreed. “I did, and I apologize. I want the same things you want. A place to call home and a man who is mine. A family. Give me a chance to make it up to you. As I said, I will make mistakes, but I would like us to talk about them when either of us makes one. We’re human and therefore fallible. ”
“I didn’t like being away from you,” Orsen admitted. “It was only a few days, but I hated it. Having said that, I can’t have you throwing my age in my face all the time. I know I’m younger than you. I know! Stop using it as some way to stop being serious with me.”
Santino looked away and Orsen thought he’d said too much. Glancing back at Cody in his car, Orsen shrugged, but Cody gave him the thumbs-up. “You’re right, and again I apologize.” Santino looked around the parking lot. “Can we go back to my place to talk about this? Please.”
Orsen bit his bottom lip, then nodded. He was asking Santino to treat him like an adult, so he had to act as one. “We can. Let me tell Cody.” He walked over to Cody’s car as Cody wound the window down. “I’m going back with him to talk.”
“Don’t take any shit, but the makeup sex is great.”
“Not sure that will—”
Cody burst out laughing. “Please. Once you’ve done the ‘I’m sorry’ and the ‘I love you,’ you’ll be screwing like bunnies. Enjoy it, too. I’m going to go home to my man and have some fun as well.” Cody waved and drove off, leaving Orsen smiling after him.
Meeting Santino by his car, he got in the passenger side. “I’m still angry at you, but I’m glad you came here.”
“I missed you, Orsen, and I realized I was being a fool. I’m glad you’ve agreed to talk to me.”
Orsen glanced at Santino, then leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Santino looked at him, then moved closer.
So close, and Orsen closed his eyes when their lips touched.
He’d missed Santino’s touch. Missed his scent.
When he felt Santino’s tongue trace his lips, he let it in, sliding his own along it.
Moaning, he moved as close as he could, then shot back when he heard laughter outside the car.
“Let’s go home.” Santino smiled and drove out of the parking lot.
Orsen didn’t say much on the drive home.
His mind kept replaying what had happened, and he found he liked the fact Santino had come for him.
It made him feel good inside, and he knew when they reached Santino’s that he’d kiss him and maybe more.
No, there would be more, because he’d hated not being with Santino.
By the time they arrived at Santino’s, Orsen wanted to do nothing more than strip naked and fuck.
He wanted to be jumped by Santino and ravished.
Have Santino tear his clothes off, lick him all over, then fuck him into a coma, and now he knew what it meant when people said they couldn’t wait to be taken.
Following Santino into his house, he grabbed Santino by the arm. “I don’t want to talk yet.”
Santino stared at him for a few seconds, then the next thing Orsen knew, his back hit the door behind him and Santino’s mouth dominating him, owning him, and Orsen arched up, his fingers curling into Santino’s shirt.
Two hands grabbed his ass and Orsen jumped up, wrapping his legs around Santino’s waist as the other man carried him into the bedroom.
The bed hit his back and seconds later Orsen lay naked with an equally naked Santino covering him. “I don’t want slow.”
Santino raised his head, his dark eyes staring into Orsen’s, and nodded.
He reached over to the side and grabbed a condom and the lube and placed them on the bed.
Orsen closed his eyes when Santino kissed him again and he arched up when Santino’s finger ran over his asshole.
He wanted Santino inside him right that second, and he told Santino.
“Let me make sure you’re ready.” Orsen watched Santino grab the lube and pour some on his fingers. Spreading his legs wide, he bit his lip, then moaned when those lubed fingers ran over his hole.
“Santino,” he murmured, then groaned when a finger slid deep inside. Riding Santino’s finger, he gasped, then bowed when a second pushed in next to it. “Now. Please.”
“Orsen—”
“I’m good. Trust me.”
Santino nodded and grabbed the condom, ripping it open and rolling it on his dick.
Orsen held his breath as Santino covered it in lube, then pushed out when Santino slid inside.
Orsen felt it. The pressure, the stretch, but let the sensations wash over him.
Pulling Santino down, he took his lips in a hot, wet, demanding kiss.
Santino moaned, his body shuddering as he covered Orsen, and Orsen wrapped his arms around him, moving with Santino as he thrust into his body.
He’d been on edge since before they’d arrived at Santino’s, and it didn’t take long before Orsen felt his balls pull up.
A tingling grew in his groin, spiraling out, then rushing over him.
He cried out, his body arching, tensing, his heart pounding in his ears. Then everything disappeared.
When he opened his eyes, a soft smile graced his lips. Santino kissed his neck, his cheeks, his lips. “Does this mean I get another chance?” he whispered.
“Maybe.” Orsen moaned as they kissed. “More kisses like that and I could be persuaded to change my mind.”
“Hmm. How about more kisses then I can kiss you somewhere else?”
“Then we can have sex again?” Orsen lifted his head, sighing into their kiss. “I love you, and I want to be able to tell you without you being funny over my age.”
“I love you too, and I’m sorry. If and when I do it, call me out on it.”
“We can sit and talk, then have makeup sex.”
Santino raised his head, his eyes crinkling as he smiled down at Orsen. “We can.”
“Good. I think I’m ready for more kissing.” He arched an eyebrow, then squealed when Santino tickled him. “Hey!”
“I need another few minutes. Let’s make out, then I’ll rim you, which is what you really want.”
Nodding, Orsen pulled Santino down and kissed him. A few minutes later, he whispered, “I really do love you.”
“I love you too, and now…” Santino gave him a wicked grin, then moved down his body. The first touch of his tongue on Orsen’s ass had him moaning, and he pushed all thoughts to one side. They could talk later because right then Santino’s tongue was making Orsen fly.
He loved makeup sex.