Chapter 20
Jackson
Today was perfect. I’d had sex with Pete for the first time, then gone on our first date. And seen him interact with a friend. How could I not love him? Then after I’d admitted defeat and placed my knife and fork down, he’d told me he was my dessert.
I was a dead man.
I also shouldn’t have eaten so much. If I’d known he would be up for more today, I wouldn’t have bothered with the fourth plate. But I was weak and the food was too enticing to refuse. Now, I regretted it.
“You sure you want to sleep over? Not that I’m complaining.” I had to ask. We both knew Mike would be there.
“We need to face Mike at some point, and he’s been nothing but supportive of us being together.
Now we just need to get used to the change when all three of us are at the apartment.
We can’t sleep over at my mom’s. Especially not with Ida sleeping in the next room.
Call me a terrible brother, but rather Mike than my mom and Ida. ”
I laughed and he joined in. “Poor Mike. He’s got no clue what’s going down tonight.”
“Nope. Which is why we won’t tell him.” I liked that Pete was so set on us being together for real that he wanted Mike to get used to it faster.
Nothing so far had shown me Pete and I weren’t a good match, quite the opposite.
I kept seeing how perfect we were together. It was a surprise, but a nice one.
We drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence, both of us full from the delicious dinner, and both content to just be.
After parking, I got out and opened Pete’s door for him. Ever the gentleman. “Be careful, I might begin to expect this,” he teased.
“I plan on it,” I replied with a wink.
As we walked up the stairs he asked, “So, you liked the restaurant?” I could tell the place meant the world to him.
“I loved it. Hopefully we can eat there at least once a month, but I plan on going once a week.” His entire face lit up.
“Really? You wouldn’t mind eating there often?”
“Not at all. There’s so much variety there, I could easily go once a week and never tire of the place.” That had been the right thing to say, from the way he looked at me, with those big brown eyes full of adoration and love. I kissed his nose, then unlocked the front door.
“Hey!” Mike called from the living room.
“Hey!” Pete and I called back in greeting.
We removed our shoes and coats, then walked in to see what Mike was up to.
“Date night?” Mike asked, eyeing Pete’s clothes.
“Yes, I took him to Spring Roll.”
He rolled his eyes at me. “Why am I not surprised?”
“I’m actually offended you never took me there,” I told Mike. “You know how much I love Chinese.”
“Man, I was eating there way too much to want to do it without my mom and Pete. But now Pete can take you,” he shot me a wink.
“I plan on it,” Pete replied easily, sitting down next to Mike on the couch. He was making a huge puzzle on the coffee table, not something I’d ever seen him do before.
“Puzzle?” I asked, voicing my surprise.
He nodded. “I got into it while in Japan and found that I missed it. Bought five different ones to make.”
“Shouldn’t you listen to music or something while doing it?” Pete asked, seemingly just as surprised as I was. Mike just didn’t seem the type, but now that I was seeing it in front of me, it did sort of suit him.
Mike shook his head. “I wanted peace tonight. I think a podcast or something would be fun too, but not tonight.”
We nodded, then I took Pete’s hand and led him to my room. Pete had just accepted it when Mike asked us if we wanted to join him. “Sorry, Big Bro. But I got plans for your bestie,” Pete replied with a teasing lint to his voice.
I swallowed down my laugh at Mike’s horrified expression. It was comical. “No details! That was my one request, Pete!”
“Actually, you made two. No details and no choosing between us. Also, these weren’t details, that was just a warning, or a ‘just so you know’ sort of thing,” Pete explained. I kissed his temple, so enamored with him, I wasn’t able to stop myself.
Mike waved us off. “Go do whatever you planned to do. I’ll find some noise cancelling headphones.” Pete and I laughed as Mike left to search for said headphones in his room.
When we had the door locked behind us, I quickly pulled off my clothes, leaving me only in my boxers. Since my body had time to digest the food, I wasn’t feeling so full anymore and could easily make room for my dessert now.
Pete followed my lead, stopping when he was left in only his panties. Red ones this time. I loved how it was always a surprise what kind of underwear he’d picked for the day, like a present for me to unwrap daily. These ones even had tiny bows on them. The perfect gift.
“Ready for dessert?” he asked, sounding eager.
I smiled and nodded. “What kind of dessert do I get?”
“I was thinking I could start with my dessert and then you’d get yours?
” I liked where this was going. I nodded and he pushed me back onto my bed.
He removed my boxers and without pause, started licking my dick, humming as he explored every part of my length.
I was content to let him do his thing, discovering all my tells.
“Please tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” he said, then continued licking me eagerly. Like what he was doing wasn’t already perfect.
“I love it already, baby,” I assured him. “You touching me anywhere will always be perfect.”
“Anywhere?” he teased.
I shrugged. “If you wanted to, then I wouldn’t mind.” That stopped his licking. “You seem surprised by that. Why?”
“I thought you only topped.”
“Ah. Well, I did. I do. But for you I wouldn’t mind, if it was something you truly wanted.”
“Is that something you want?”
“Honestly, no. But I’m sure I would like it with you.”
“I don’t want to top,” he said quickly and I felt relieved. I hadn’t lied, but it truly wasn’t what I was into. But I would’ve done it for Pete.
“Then we’ll continue with me being the top,” I replied easily.
“We need to talk soon about what we both want. Sexually, I mean.” It was so cute the way he fumbled with his words. But he was right, we did need to talk.
“Talk, tell me what you like, or what you want to try.” I was used to talking about likes and dislikes, but I knew Pete wasn’t.
I guessed it would be easier for him to talk about it while he played with my dick.
Maybe focusing on bringing me pleasure helped his mind to not hyperfocus on the subject.
“Um, I like being praised,” he began, then licked my slit while playing with my balls. I hadn’t considered the fact I would be edged to madness while we talked about this. Dammit! “I don’t like degradation, I learned that with Dylan.”
Dylan? “Wait, what? You’ve been with Dylan?”
He laughed. “No, not like that. I needed to test out what I liked and disliked before I could ask you out, so we decided to try things out that wouldn’t be sexual between us. I love being praised, but when he started to get mean… That I didn’t like.”
I exhaled a sigh, feeling comforted he hadn’t been with his best friend. “I won’t ever be mean. That’s not something I’m into either.”
“Good.” He let out a relieved breath. “I don’t know much else. I liked everything that has happened between us so far. Tell me what you like while I suck you off.”
“Bossy,” I muttered teasingly, but shut up when he swallowed me down.
I closed my eyes and thought about what I would like with Pete.
“I like praising you and taking care of you, it makes me feel fulfilled in a way. I love knowing I’m bringing you pleasure and that you trust me enough to let go.
” He groaned, the vibrations a teasing pleasure around my dick.
“I, fuck. I also think I would be into sharing you.”
That had him stopping. Fuck, was that too far? “Explain,” he said, then continued sucking, bringing me pleasure as I worked on how to word it.
“I like seeing you being pleasured, and the thought of someone bringing you pleasure because I allow it… it’s… hot.”
“You wouldn’t be jealous?”
“Maybe, but I know you’re mine. I know they’ll get a taste, but never the whole thing.
That’s all mine, baby. But I’ve shared a partner with others before, and I loved doing that, telling someone else what to do to them and knowing I held all the control.
I wasn’t in love with that partner, so it might be different with you.
But if you wanted to try, I would love that. ”
Pete’s eyes were wide as they quickly filled with tears. I had no idea why he would get emotional about me telling him I found it hot if someone else fucked him.
“You’re in love with me?”
Oh. That was why there were tears. I smiled, then cupped his cheeks. It was rather awkward since his face was in front of my dick. “I am. It might be too soon or something like that, but my heart doesn’t give a fuck about that, it seems.”
“I love you too,” he admitted softly. Others might not have found it romantic with my dick between us, but I loved this moment, and would forever cherish it.
I finally knew with certainty that he loved me too.