Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
My eyes open to the sound of Theo’s voice, and I slowly take in the dark living room. The fire in the wood stove has burned low, reduced to a faint glow of embers, and Miss Bobber is curled up on Theo’s empty pillow beside me.
“Not this morning,” Theo says, his voice drifting in from the kitchen.
A chill settles over me as I sit up, looking around at the nest of cushions and blankets on the floor where we fell asleep. The wind and rain is still going strong, creating a gloomy atmosphere outside with the predawn light just starting to peek through the darkness.
“Ok, see you Monday,” Theo murmurs, lowering his phone from his ear. I can just make out his silhouette, shadowed and blurred by the darkness. But I can read the frustration on him.
He looks up and catches my gaze.
“Sorry,” he says, setting his phone on the counter and rubbing a hand over his face.
“No work?” I ask, pushing to my feet to grab a log for the fire.
He shakes his head. “No,” he says, voice tight and sounding frustrated as he walks back into the living room.
I glance at the window, watching the rain stream down the glass. “Seems like a good thing.”
Theo sighs, sinking into the couch while I settle back onto the floor. Miss Bobber lifts her head to eye us both before stretching out again on Theo’s pillow with a satisfied sigh.
“To not go out in this, yeah,” he says, watching the fire grow as it casts a warm light over his face. “I’d never take my crew out in this weather.”
“So what’s the problem?” I ask, taking in the tension etched into his features.
He shakes his head with a sigh. “Tomorrow is Sunday, so no fishing. Traps are probably full now, so we’ll miss a haul, and the catches have been good. And it just sucks when my crew misses a day’s pay.”
I observe him as he gets lost to his head for a moment… always thinking of others.
“This storm came at the worst fucking time too,” he continues, frustration building in his voice. “I have so many jobs I need to finish. I’m falling behind, and now everything is going to be pushed back while people are left waiting even longer. If the power comes back on this morning, I can at least get some work done in the shop. But most of my jobs are?—"
Suddenly I reach out my hand, letting it rest just above his knee. Theo falls silent, his eyes dropping to my hand on him before lifting to meet mine.
Silence stretches out between us, the fire softly crackling as my gaze falls to his lips. The memories of last night flood my mind as I think of the way his mouth felt on mine, and how we shut out the world around us for those quiet, focused moments.
And I want that again.
I want to pull him out of his head, just like he does for me. And I want to make him feel good. I want to touch him, hold him, and stay in this moment we created for ourselves, away from the stress, anxiety, and fear. The questions I’ve had about my apparent feelings towards Theo are slowly making more sense the longer we stay here, and now… I feel an intense urge to find the answer to another one.
I tug at his leg, and the corner of his lips twitch as he slides off the couch onto the floor with me.
“Would it really be so bad if you took a morning off?” I ask, looking into his eyes.
The corner of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, and I find myself tracing the freckles on his nose as they’re illuminated by the soft glow of the fire.
“I guess not,” he murmurs, his voice low as he leans in closer.
My lips press against his, and my heart stumbles at the feel of him against me. I move with him as he sinks back against the cushions and my tongue slips past his lips. And when his hands trail up my back to pull me even closer, I give in to him completely. We stay locked in a heated kiss as I take in everything about him, and I allow myself to feel the unexpected comfort and ease in his touch. With every brush of his hand against my skin and every sweep of his tongue against mine, I find myself wanting more. And before long, I feel myself hardening in my sweatpants.
The feeling of being turned on by a guy is still a foreign one, but something about being here with Theo just feels right. I’m surprised at my lack of hesitation when I pull his hips into mine as he rolls into me, and at the desperate way I want to take more from him.
But when I feel his hard cock pressed against mine, I’m suddenly very aware that I have no idea what I’m actually doing, no matter how much I want it.
He’s hard for me, I’m hard for him, and I’ve never touched a dick that wasn’t my own.
But I want to make him feel good, and I want to explore this with him.
I just hope I don’t fuck it up.
My heart thunders as I trail my lips down his neck and slide my hand under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his abs. My breath catches in my chest as I bring my hand higher over his pecs, the hard lines a complete contrast to everything I’m used to. I can feel his heart racing, and his breath quickens as I bring my lips back up to his, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, urging him to remove it.
Theo pushes me back so he can sit up, removing his shirt in one swift motion and tossing it aside. My eyes trail over his arms and chest, and I swallow hard as I take him in. The firelight dances over his muscular torso, and I reach out to lightly trace my fingers over the soft freckles splashed over his shoulders.
When my eyes lift to meet his, my emotions reflect back at me. Heat, need, and hunger… but also uncertainty and hesitation. Neither of us have been here before, and for a moment we just stare into each other’s eyes, silently waiting for the next move.
The look in his eyes urges me to drop my hands to the hem of my t-shirt and pull it off. Theo’s eyes immediately drop to roam over my bare chest, and he takes a deep breath.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
Our lips meet again, and as his hands run over my chest, he moans softly against my lips. He lowers his head to press his lips against my chest, and a groan escapes me as I sink my fingers into his thick, wild hair, and grow impossibly harder.
Fuck… I want this. I need this.
I push him back against the cushions again and lie beside him as I push my tongue past his lips, tasting him and feeling his muscles under my touch. My hand slowly runs up his arm and down his chest and abs, as his finds the back of my head and tangles in my hair. My heart riots as my fingers reach the waistband of his sweatpants, and I pause. But only for a moment.
Theo’s breath catches and he exhales against my lips as I push my hand into his sweatpants and boxers, my fingertips grazing the head of his hard cock. But then he grips my hair tight and forcefully shoves his tongue into my mouth, giving me the permission I need to go for it.
I wrap my hand around his cock and slowly move it up and down his length. He moans softly against my mouth, urging me to do it again.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and my cock is now so hard it almost fucking hurts.
I continue to slide my hand up and down his dick as I kiss down his neck, his moans and heavy breathing competing with the sound of the wind and rain outside. I’m completely lost to everything Theo as I feel his rough stubble against my lips when I kiss his jaw, his fingers gripping my hair, and the sound of his groans as I stroke him. Until his hand drops to push his sweatpants down over his hips to free his cock, and my eyes lock onto the sight of my hand wrapped around him.
Holy fucking shit.
The sight somehow makes this feel even more real, and my stomach flips as I watch my hand slowly stroke his dick. The soft glow from the fire illuminates his muscles as shadows dance along his body, and I’m absolutely mesmerized by him.
My lips fall to his again as I increase my pace on his cock, and he holds me tighter against him. He slowly unravels under my touch, groaning and panting as I work him. The sounds he’s making are driving me fucking wild, and the way he grabs at me and writhes as he rides closer to the edge urges me to give him even more.
His fingers dig hard into my shoulder as he pushes me back from his lips.“I’m going to come,” he pants, and excitement stirs inside me.
I nod, brushing my lips over his. “Come.”
His fingers pull my hair tight as my lips meet his again, and his hips jerk as I stroke him faster. He lets out a low groan as he presses his forehead to mine, and his entire body tenses.
I look down to watch him come, my cock twitching with need as he shoots cum over his abs. “Fuck,” I breathe out.
Theo pants and groans through his release, and the second he’s finished, he rolls me onto my back and devours me in an intense kiss. His sticky abs press against mine and my hands land on his ass to pull him closer to me, needing everything I can get. The more he gives me, the more I take, and everything else has completely faded away. The why and how of this whole thing are distant thoughts as I hold him against me, and the only thing that matters is just this, right here.
Just Theo.
Eventually he sits up, pushing himself back onto his knees between my legs. He looks down at me like I’m a meal he wants to devour, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he runs his hand up my thigh, and over my rock-hard cock in my sweatpants.
A groan escapes me at the feeling, but that’s not the only thing that feels good. Watching him right now, I feel like I’m really seeing him. He’s hidden himself away for so long, closed off to even himself for fear of what his true self would mean for him and his family… but here, with me, he can finally be himself. And watching him take in this moment, and feel the way he’s been wanting to for so long… I’m thankful I can give that to him.
His eyes lift to meet mine as his fingers hook the waistband of my sweatpants and I give him a playful smirk to urge him on.
“Let’s see if you’re better at this than fishing,” I say, giving him the encouragement he needs to take everything he wants.
His eyes flare as his grip on my waistband tightens, then he pulls my pants and boxers down to free my cock. His throat bobs as he looks down at me, and his chest rises and falls with a deep breath. But the fire is in him now, and even though he seems a bit nervous, he goes for it and wraps his hand around my cock.
I let out a soft moan of approval, and his eyes flick back up to mine. He slowly strokes me as he watches me, looking into my eyes with an intense heat. The roughness of his hand feels so fucking good on my cock, and as he increases his pace and pressure, I can’t help but close my eyes and groan, letting the pleasure take over.
Until he removes his hand and leans over me, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss.
My hand lands on the back of his head to keep him here for a moment. As much as my cock is aching for his touch again, his soft lips taste so fucking good, I can’t let go quite yet.
But his lips then drift from mine to kiss along my jaw and down my neck. My fingers slide into his hair as he continues to kiss further down my chest, and my heart thunders as he reaches my abs.
His eyes flick up to mine as he presses his lips to my lower stomach, and a question swirls in the depths of them. Like he’s checking in to see if I want this, if I like it… And my answer to all of his questions is yes.
So I just nod, and press my hand to his shoulder, pushing him down.
He smirks up at me, challenge igniting once again in his gaze, and I can’t help but let out a light chuckle.
Until he wraps his lips around the head of my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan at the warm, wet sensation of his mouth, and watch him slowly slide his mouth down my cock and back up.
He looks up at me as he takes me in again, and I swallow hard at the sight. My hand grips his shoulder tight as I try to keep my composure and not bust right here and now.
Any uncertainty in his eyes is quickly replaced with hunger as I moan and move my hand from his shoulder to his hair. “Fuck yeah,” I pant.
I’m unable to keep my eyes off him as he grips my cock with one hand, sliding it up and down my length in time with his mouth. He licks and sucks me, and the feeling of his soft moan around my dick almost sends me over the edge. Watching him go all in, and completely let go, feels almost as good as what he’s doing to me.
It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build within me, and I’m quickly moving closer and closer to my release. When I can’t hold back any longer, I tug at his hair to lift his head off my cock and pull him up to me. I shove my tongue into his mouth, tasting me on him as he adjusts himself over me to bring his hand back to my cock. He strokes me with need as we fall into a messy kiss, and within seconds, I’m coming with a grunt.
“Oh my god,” I groan as he jerks me through my release, cum coating my abs.
Eventually I release my grip on him, and he removes his hand from my cock as he falls onto his back beside me.
“Fuck,” I pant, my breaths heavy as I come down from a pretty fucking intense high.
“Yeah,” he says with a light chuckle.
We lie here in silence for a few moments, staring up at the ceiling, naked and covered in cum, listening to the rain and wind outside, and the warm crackling fire inside.
“Maybe we’re tied now,” I say, breaking the silence.
He turns his head to look at me. “What?”
I roll my head to meet his gaze with a soft smirk. “I’m clearly the better fisherman. But you… you can suck cock really well.”
Theo huffs with a smile, shaking his head as he turns to look up at the ceiling again. “I’ll still be catching more fish than you next time.”
I smile, my eyes tracing the outline of his face in the dim firelight. “Does that mean I need to suck your cock?”
He turns to me again, eyes sparkling. “If you think you can rise to the challenge, I wouldn’t complain.”
I chuckle, and we both fall into comfortable silence once again as we watch the fire and listen to the rain.
“She slept through that whole thing,” Theo says.
We both turn to look at Miss Bobber, sound asleep on the pillow beside me.
I huff out a laugh, lifting my hand to rub a finger over her little paw. “Thank god.”