Chapter Fourteen
Ezra
Fuck me. I couldn’t have been more of a fucking bellend if I’d tried.
What the hell had I been thinking letting Danny hump my leg until he came as soon as I walked in the door?
Jesus fucking Christ, could I have been any more of a knob?
I was supposed to be helping him figure his shit out, not whispering filthy words in his ear and encouraging him to get off before we’d even had a proper conversation.
Although I guessed this counted as helping in a roundabout way. I mean, he’d know more about himself after this.
“I should get a towel,” Danny said from where he was sprawled out on the bed as he unbuttoned his shorts and lifted his hips to wiggle out of them, pulling a face as he did.
Having wet pants full of cum wasn’t the most comfortable, so I could understand why he looked so disgusted. “Ew, this feels fucking rank.”
“Don’t whine,” I said with a fond roll of my eyes at his dramatics, even if I did agree with him.
“It’s gross! Seriously! It’s cold and sticking to my pubes.”
“I take it you’ve never come in your underwear before?”
“Don’t think so. Maybe when I was like thirteen and asleep?
I dunno.” He pulled off his underwear and pouted.
“Aww, man, and now you won’t get to see how hot I look in them.
Although I guess I properly iced the doughnuts.
” He smirked and showed me the pattern on the tiny skintight boxer briefs he’d been wearing, which had sprinkled doughnuts dripping with glaze patterned across them.
“How fitting. I guess you’ll have to show me next time.”
“Guess I will. I’ve got a pair with chillies on too.
” He sighed as he balled up his underwear and shorts and threw them off the side of the bed.
He was stretched out in the middle with a ton of pillows piled up around him.
And I was trying very hard not to think about how much I wanted to put them under his arse and fuck him.
Instead I sat on the edge of the bed and wondered if I should get him something to drink. Or eat. But I didn’t know how specific his diet was, and I didn’t want to cause problems.
And my idea of a drink right now would be vodka, but that wasn’t a good idea.
“What’re you thinking?” he asked, looking at me with that sweet curiosity I found irresistible.
“That I should have gotten you onto a bed or a sofa before I let you come.” I’d promised him honesty and he was going to get it.
I didn’t want him getting caught up trying to work out what the truth was, especially not with his mixed feelings and tumbling emotions.
He needed to know exactly where we stood.
“I thought you enjoyed it, though?”
“I did. It was very hot. Mmm, you make the sweetest sounds when you’re desperate, puppy.
And you look so cute when you’re all wound up and needy, humping my leg because you can’t stop yourself.
I’d let you do it again as often as you want.
But I should have made sure you were okay with everything beforehand.
And made sure we were somewhere better than the hallway of your flat. ”
Danny grinned. “I mean, it’s not the worst place I’ve had sex. And if that counts as losing my gay sex virginity, then I’ll take it. It was better than my other first time.”
“Do I want to know?”
“I mean I was like fourteen and it was in a tent.” He shrugged casually. “What about yours?”
“Sixteen to this guy called Mike. He was nineteen and had this old Honda bike and this shitty tattooed skull on his arm. Wore a lot of eyeliner. I thought he was cool as fuck. I think we made it as far as his sofa.” I thought for a second, the memories slowly coming back to me.
“He used to smoke a lot and he’d give me a couple out of every pack in return for a kiss and a cup of tea, let me revise for my A levels on the floor of his garage while he worked on his bike.
He was a sweet guy actually. Gave me somewhere to crash when my parents found out I was gay and kicked me out, about six weeks before I started uni.
He and his mate Bill drove me to halls in this dodgy white van and helped me unpack.
Left me with a crate of beer, a bottle of vodka, a box of condoms, three packets of chocolate biscuits, and told me to have fun. ”
I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling for a second. I hadn’t thought about Mike in a long time, but looking back he’d done more for me than I’d realised. “Sorry, ignore me. You don’t want to know all that.”
“Nah, it’s nice,” Danny said, shuffling across the bed towards me. “Sorry your parents were dickheads.”
“Thanks, doesn’t sound like your dad was much better.”
“Probably not, but it’s not like I have to talk to him now.
If I need to know anything, my grandad tells me.
But he doesn’t tell my dad shit. Which I think he loves, ’cos my grandad is proper nosy and wants to know everything about everyone, but he also doesn’t want anyone else to know what he knows.
” He snorted and laughed fondly. “He’s like the Wikipedia of West Close. ”
I chuckled and watched as he stretched out, his head buried in the pillows. He looked softer like this, like the brash, mouthy edge he usually wore wasn’t necessary. Comfortable, that was probably the best word for it. I put my hand out, my fingers gently resting on his thigh. “How’re you feeling?”
“I dunno, a bit tired. Definitely think I might be gay, but also trying not to be, like, weirded out by that because I kinda already knew.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Okay,” I said, gently squeezing his thigh. “Promise me one thing, though?”
“Depends what it is.”
“If you start freaking out or feeling anxious or thinking that you’re, I don’t know, fucked up or going to hell or whatever, come and talk to me. No judgement, I promise.”
“Okay.” He nodded, his smile fading for a second. Then it returned as he wiggled closer to me, still completely naked from the waist down. He had such a nice-looking dick, I really wanted to touch it. “You say no judgement a lot, but I bet you’re really fucking judgy, aren’t you?”
I laughed, my fingers tracing random lines across his thigh. “What makes you say that?”
“Please, like it’s obvious as fuck.” He swung his leg across mine and climbed into my lap, grinning down at me as his eyes danced with mischief. “Tell me something!”
“Tell you what, puppy?” I asked, lightly wrapping my arms around his waist.
“I don’t know. Anything. Something you judge people for. Oh, tell me what you think of people on the team! You have to film all of us for content and shit. You must have opinions.”
“What if I don’t want to tell you? They are your teammates.”
“So? I have opinions about them too. Like, Charlie is my best mate and I love him, but he’s messy as fuck and loves walking around hotel rooms naked, and I judge the shit out of him for that.
Also, there is clearly shit going on with Hunter and Bailey that they’re not talking about, even though I know they totally took Jonny’s little brother home with them when we went out last Christmas.
And after the barbecue they had in June.
I’m not judging them for the three-way or anything, Aiden’s hot, but like Jonny is gonna fucking kill them when he finds out.
Oh, Devon is a wine snob—like picky as fuck—and, like, wine is wine, so who cares? ”
“I have to agree with him on that,” I said.
“Cheap wine is like drinking paint stripper, as is drinking cheap vodka. They’re good if you’re eighteen and want to get blackout drunk before you go out, but if you want something nice to enjoy, then no, a three ninety-nine bottle of luminous pink rosé is not it, and neither is the six quid bottle of bargain-basement vodka. ”
“Oh my God, you’re such a fucking snob,” he said with a laugh, running his hand through his mullet, which had flopped wildly out of shape. “Can you, like, tell the difference between brands?”
“Obviously.”
“You better not look in my kitchen then. You’ll think I’m a proper cheap bastard.”
“Good thing I brought a bottle with me. Although you’re not having any until after we’re done. I want you with a clear head.”
Danny pouted, and up close I noticed it made the ends of his moustache stick out slightly. “But what if I want some?”
“Tough. If you want to drink, then that’s fine but it means we’re done having sex for tonight.”
“I’m not a lightweight. I can hold my booze. One glass won’t make a difference.”
“It will to me,” I said. “I’m not fucking around, Danny. I want you to know exactly what we’re doing. And I don’t want you to feel like you need booze to do this shit. If you need to get drunk for us to fuck, then we’re not doing it. I’m not even gonna kiss you.”
“Fine, but when will you believe me when I say I’m fine?”
“I don’t know, but it’s not tonight.” I sighed, wishing I could put him down and run away from this conversation.
I didn’t want to have to explain why I had trust issues, because I had better things on my agenda than exploring the breakdown of my marriage with the cute boy currently sitting in my lap.
But Danny just gave me a long look and then shrugged.
“All right. But you have to tell me when you change your mind. Same as I have to tell you if I’m freaking out.
” He leant in and nudged his nose playfully against mine, his moustache hair tickling my skin.
“Now can we please stop talking and do more fun shit? I’ve only had one orgasm. ”
“I haven’t even had one. Don’t you think we should even the score?”
“Nah, sounds like a you problem.”
“So rude, puppy,” I said, standing up and flipping him onto the bed, then gracefully grabbing his hands and gently pinning them above his head, enjoying the shocked and awed look on Danny’s face. And the way his cock was already starting to get hard again.
The recovery time of a twenty-four-year-old was no joke.
Fuck, he was going to kill me if I tried to keep up.
“I really ought to teach you some manners,” I continued. “Maybe not even let you come at all.”
“You can’t stop me. I bet I could come without touching myself.”
“Is that a challenge, puppy? Do you want to test that theory?”
Danny’s cocky expression flickered for a second, like he’d been expecting me to say something else. Maybe get him to show off for me.
I could work with that.
“Maybe? Depends. If I can’t come like that, will I get to come another way?”
“No.”
“What? That’s fucking rude.”
“No, that’s called a consequence.”
“But I don’t want consequences. I wanna get what I want.
” He looked so fucking indignant as he squirmed under me, trying to get out of my grip.
He spread his legs and tried to wrap them around me, obviously hoping he could flip us back over.
But I hadn’t been born yesterday, and I’d dealt with brats before.
“I want doesn’t get, puppy. It doesn’t matter how much of a brat you are.”
Confusion registered on his face for a second and he tilted his head, his mullet flopping to the side, reminding me of lopsided puppy ears. “I’m not a brat.”
“Yes, you are. The pouting, the whining, the demanding—you’re absolutely a brat.” I smirked. “Luckily, I find it adorable.”
“If you find it that adorable, you should let me come.”
“Why?”
“’Cos how will I know how I feel about having sex with you if we don’t have sex? It’s not like a one-time thing. We’ve gotta test out lots of options. See what works best. Also, I might be shit at it, so how am I gonna get better if I don’t practice?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you really going to throw yourself under the bus and use ‘you might be shit at sex’ as a reason to get what you want?”
“Yeah, if it gets me what I want. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’m not sure if I should be impressed by your willingness to admit your lack of sexual skills or if it’s more pity or if I should be upset that you’re trying to manipulate me.”
“It’s not manipulation,” Danny said. “Not really.”
“Next thing you’ll be doing is puppy-dog eyes and looking sad,” I said with amusement. I shouldn’t have been thinking about giving in, but I knew I was going to because Danny was too cute to resist. Saying no to him would be impossible.
“Will that get me what I want?”
“No.”
“Then let’s stick to pity,” he said, wiggling underneath me so I could feel his erection through my trousers. “Please, Ezra, I want more. Make me come?”