Chapter 12 - Dawson
DAWSON
So…are Briar and I boyfriends now? Dating?
Just giving it a go to see what happens?
The way he made it sound, that we’re just getting started, makes me feel like he’s as in as I already am too.
It’s probably fast to a lot of people, maybe it doesn’t make any sense, but I know I want to be with him.
Maybe it’ll last, maybe it won’t, but I think it will.
Briar is who I want. He’s who I’ve wanted for months.
We don’t unclasp our hands as we make our way to the steakhouse.
The hostess smiles at us and leads us to our table.
It’s dim inside, lights made from bottles hanging over each square table, and the candle centerpieces add a nice touch.
I pull out Briar’s seat for him as soon as we arrive at our table.
He grins. “Wow, you really are a gentleman.”
“I know it’s kinda silly, but…”
“I don’t think it’s silly. I think it’s sweet.”
“You guys are so cute together,” the hostess tells us, and I chuckle, having forgotten she was there.
“Thanks.”
Briar takes his seat, and she leaves us with menus.
A moment later, the waiter approaches with glasses of ice water and takes our drink order, Briar getting wine, while I order a beer.
The conversation flows naturally the way it always has with us, even from the first time he came into Sip and Savor.
We order steaks—me with a baked potato and Briar with mashed—and smile across the table when we both choose roasted Brussel sprouts.
The food is good, the company better. He tells me about his conversation with Mark, and I share more about how things went with Nathan and about my phone call with my parents.
“I’m sorry your family isn’t closer. Sometimes it can feel like a curse, having close family, but I really do get how lucky I am.”
“Yeah, your folks are great. It’s difficult with mine.
Sometimes I think it would be easier if I didn’t know how much they love Nathan and me, but I do.
I get how absurd that sounds, but knowing they care, just not enough to want to spend time with us, is an interesting thing to experience. I’m not sure how to put it into words.”
Briar reaches across the table, setting his hand on mine. “You have a big heart, Dawson. You care more than most, and I imagine that makes you get your feelings hurt more than most. I’ll do my best to never be that person for you.” He squeezes my hand.
It’s the best compliment anyone has ever given me, and the most meaningful promise.
“I’ll do my best never to be that person for you either.”
Both of us have been hurt our fair share. Maybe it’s time we got some happiness.
We finish our meal, and when I pull out my card to pay, Briar says, “Next time is on me.”
“So there will be another date?” I flirt.
“That’s the impression I had.” Briar’s voice seems uncertain. “I’d like there to be.”
I give him a confident smile, hoping to drive out any doubts. “I’d like there to be too.”
They bring my card back, and we head out together.
Snow falls softly around us, reminding me of the kiss from earlier.
God, it had been incredible. Briar can kiss, his mouth slow but hungry, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, making me feel drunk for him.
I want to do it again and again and again.
I can’t stop myself from watching him as he drives us back to his parents’ place. There’s no denying I want him, but I also don’t want to move too quickly. I’d hate for Briar to think that’s all I want from him.
The house is dark when we pull up, the snow falling harder now.
“Race you to the house,” Briar jokes, showing a lighter side he only seems to let out when he feels comfortable around someone.
“Ready, set, go!” I say, and without giving him much of a chance to realize what’s going on, I shove the car door open, bump it closed behind me, then run for the house.
“You’re a cheater!” Briar says from behind me, jogging to catch up.
Don’t fall, don’t fall, I keep repeating to myself the whole time.
The second I hit the bottom step of the porch, I stop.
I turn just in time to see Briar stumble before his body collides with mine.
My arms shoot out, and I catch him, the two of us laughing and holding each other under the glow of the outside lights.
I feel his breath on my face, his body warm and hard against mine.
My dick takes notice, all the blood in my body heading straight for my groin.
As if feeling the same, Briar quiets at the same time I do, our gazes holding, breaths like puffs of smoke between us.
“Hi,” I say, ridiculously.
“Hi,” Briar replies.
“I’d really like to kiss you. We don’t have to if you don’t want, but—”
“I want,” Briar cuts me off before his mouth is on mine. The kiss is even more potent than the first time, going straight to my head. I wrap my arms around him, pull him close, push my hand under his beanie to thread my fingers through his hair.
Christ, he tastes good, feels even better, kissing me like he’s hungry for me, like he’s been craving me as long as I have him.
Briar tugs me tighter, his thick erection pressing against mine.
We rut against each other, my hands traveling to his taut ass.
Briar moans into my mouth. God, I wish the clothes were gone between us, wish I could explore every inch of his skin.
I want to wrap myself up in his warmth, make him feel cherished before I make him come.
We’re both panting, foreheads pressed together, when he says, “That was a fantastic kiss.”
“You took the words out of my mouth,” I reply, then press my lips briefly to his again.
“I want you,” Briar admits, and I swear it feels like my heart is throwing a party in my chest.
“I want you too.”
“What do you like?”
“I’m vers, so I’m up for anything. You?” I ask.
“Me too, but tonight I want you to fuck me, if that’s all right with you.”
I grin, the celebration still going on inside me. “That’s more than all right. I’d love to be inside you. Come on, let’s go in and warm you up.”
Briar takes my hand in his, unlocking the door and leading me into the quiet house. His parents’ room is on the first floor, Briar’s on the second.
It takes about a hundred years to get out of our jackets and winter wear.
“Is it me, or is this taking forever?” he asks, and I chuckle.
“I swear I was just thinking the same thing. Hurry. I want you so fucking much.”
We finish, and then we’re softly laughing, while also trying to be quiet and hurrying up the stairs.
The second the door is closed behind us, I have Briar’s back pressed against it, my thigh between his legs, my lips seared to his again.
He shoves his hand under my shirt, the two of us rutting together, my dick throbbing with need.
I slide a hand between us, cup his bulge, and massage it with my palm.
“Look at this surprise you brought me. I can’t wait to make you come. ”
Briar moans, drops his head back with a thunk against the door. “I can’t wait either. It’s going to happen sooner rather than later if you’re not careful, though.”
I laugh, kissing his throat. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? Do you have supplies?”
“I do.”
I cock a brow. “Why, Briar, did you plan to seduce me?”
He snickers. “I didn’t plan this, but I can’t say I’m not thrilled it’s happening. I promise I keep some in my overnight bag just in case.”
“Damn it. I was hoping you brought it for me. Let’s get out of these clothes.”
My fingers go to the buttons on his shirt, the two of us working together to get it open before it drops to the floor. He tugs mine over my head next. I’m broader than him, my chest furrier. It’s not something I’ve ever been self-conscious about, but I can’t help hoping he likes what he sees.
“God, you’re sexy,” Briar answers my unspoken question, reaching out to pluck each of my hardened nipples, making me gasp.
“We have to hurry and get naked. I’m dying here,” I joke, and then suddenly it’s a race for both of us to get out of our shoes, socks, pants, and underwear before he’s beautifully bare in front of me, his dick long and hard, the tip glistening with precome.
His stomach is flatter than mine, the hair on his torso not as thick.
I reach out and wrap a hand around his shaft. Briar sucks in a sharp breath as I run my thumb over the head of his erection, collecting the precome there. I bring my finger to my mouth, sucking it in, and moan. “God, you taste good.”
Briar kisses me, backing me up to the bed. I fall on the mattress, and he comes down on top of me. We make out for a while, frotting, the slide of his erection against mine shooting me to the moon.
“Fuck, I need more.” I flip him to his back so he’s looking up at me. “We good?” I ask, figuring he’ll know what I mean.
“Yes.”
“Where are the supplies?”
“Side pouch on my bag.”
I hate having to leave him, but I’m only away for about ten seconds before I find what I’m looking for, then join him on the bed again.
I lie between his legs, fingers slick with lube.
He’s spread wide for me. I tease his rim as I take his cock into my mouth.
Briar bucks off the bed, fucking into my mouth.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m going wild for you.”
“No need to apologize. I like seeing you like this, like knowing it’s me you’re dying for.”
I want him all to myself, want to claim him, want to be able to tell everyone that Briar is my boyfriend.
I suck him again, working a finger into the warmth of his tight hole.
I fuck him with one finger, then two, working him open for me, enjoying his length on my tongue, my desire ramping up each time he makes a hungry, needy sound for me.
His ass hugs my fingers like a glove, molding around my digits.
When I get three fingers inside him, he’s moaning, hands gripping the blanket, eyes closed as he writhes beneath me.
“Fuck me. Please, Dawson. Fuck me.”
My dick twitches, dying to do exactly that.