Chapter Eight
Archie
I wake up slowly, still half-lost in sleep, warm and heavy. My robe is tangled around me, twisted from how I slept. It takes me a second to realize I’m not alone… I’m lying on top of Colt. My head lifts groggily and I blink in confusion, trying to make sense of it.
Then Colt lets out a deep, sleepy rumble of a laugh underneath me. I look down to see he’s awake, eyes soft.
“It’s only four, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. His hand comes up to stroke my jaw fondly. “Go back to sleep. It’s Saturday.”
I roll off him carefully, stretching my sore body with a quiet groan. Guilt hits me almost immediately. “You really need to go back to Mom now, Colt,” I whisper.
Colt sighs but rolls onto his side to face me. “Her alarm isn’t set until eight today, Arch. That’s four hours away.”
I look at him for a long moment. Last night…
the way he saw me… really saw me; no one has ever looked that deep.
Not even Mom. He found every crack and every hidden piece of pain and loneliness I’ve been carrying since Dad died.
I grieved him, sure; I cried for a few days.
But then I realized it was just me and Mom, and I had to be strong for her.
I guess by the time Colt came into our lives, that quiet maturity and locked-away grief had become part of who I was.
I don’t even know how to let it go anymore.
And Colt… he saw all of it.
“Thank you, Colt,” I whisper, voice thick.
He nods like I don’t even need to explain. “You don’t need to thank me, Arch.”
I hesitate for a second… then lean in shyly and press a soft, tentative kiss to his lips. The second I do it, embarrassment floods me. I start to pull away, mumbling, “Sorry, I…”
Colt doesn’t let me. His hand slides to the back of my neck and holds me there gently but firmly, kissing me back; slow and full of something I don’t have a name for. When he finally lets me pull back just enough to breathe, his forehead rests against mine. I’m still blushing, heart racing.
I don’t know what comes over me… the next thing I know, I’m surging forward again like I did in the truck, needy and completely out of control.
I climb on top of Colt without thinking, straddling his waist, hands fisting in his shirt as I kiss him harder. My robe falls open again, I don’t care; I just want to be closer. I want him to keep seeing me; I want him to keep holding all the broken pieces.
Colt makes a surprised but pleased sound against my mouth as I grind down against him, breathing fast and shaky. My hands slide into his hair, tugging, and I kiss him like I’m starving… messy and a little clumsy with how overwhelmed I feel.
I’ve never felt this seen before; never felt this wanted. And right now, it’s making me lose my mind.
I break the kiss just enough to pant against his lips, hips rolling helplessly. “Colt…”
He grips my thighs hard, steadying me. His eyes are dark and intense in the early morning light, watching every frantic movement I make, like he’s memorizing it.
I kiss him again, even more desperately, like if I stop, I might forget how it feels to be truly seen.
I can feel how hard he is underneath me and it makes me even more frantic. I’ve never felt this before. I just want him to have me. I want him to see every part of me after last night.
But Colt suddenly grips my hips tightly, stilling me. “Archie,” he says, rough, but firm. “Not right now.”
I freeze; the rejection hits me like ice water. My face burns instantly; I feel so stupid… so embarrassingly desperate. I start to pull away, mumbling, “Sorry… I… I’ll just…”
“Hey.” Colt’s hand catches the back of my neck, gentle but unyielding, keeping me from retreating. He looks up at me with those steadying eyes. “Don’t do that. Don’t pull away thinking I don’t want you.”
I stay still, breathing hard, cheeks flaming.
Colt strokes his thumb along my jaw, voice dropping softer. “I want you so fucking bad right now, baby. Trust me. But I want to hear every single noise you make. I want to take my time with you. And right now? I can’t do that the way I want to, not until your mom has gone to work.”
He pulls me down so our foreheads rest together.
“It’s Saturday. We’ve got all day once she leaves for work at lunch.
No rush, no sneaking around; just you and me.
” He kisses me deep, then pulls back with a small, heated smirk.
“When I finally get my hands on you properly… I want you loud, Archie. Think you can handle that?”
I’m still flushed and embarrassed, but the reassurance and promise in his voice make something warm bloom in my chest. I nod shyly, biting my lip.
Colt smiles and presses one last soft kiss to my mouth. “Good boy.”
…
I’m still in my robe, curled up on the couch in the living room.
Mom came downstairs about an hour ago. She looked like she’d been crying.
Colt had apparently spoken to her; not about everything, obviously, but enough.
She wrapped her arms around me tight and apologized through tears for not giving me more time and attention after Dad died.
For not being the strong one when I needed her to be.
I just smiled and held her, telling her I felt a little better this morning; it wasn’t a lie.
She doesn’t have to go to work for another two hours, so we’re watching one of those old sitcoms I used to love when I was younger. We keep laughing at the same stupid jokes, and it feels nice.
Then Colt walks in from the kitchen carrying two heaping plates of a full American breakfast on those padded trays we almost never use. Eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and toast, the works. It smells incredible.
Mom gasps and straightens up. “Oh, love… you didn’t have to do all of this. Thank you.”
Colt leans down and kisses her forehead. “You’re welcome, love.”
I stare at the plate he sets in front of me, completely speechless.
There’s a thick lump in my throat. It’s been a really long time since anyone has cooked for me like this in a morning, unprovoked.
Usually, I’m fine with cereal. I don’t like to be a bother; I don’t like thinking about someone standing in the kitchen for that long.
I look up at Colt, eyes stinging.
He smiles softly at me and says, “You better eat that, kid.”
I laugh shakily and nod, but then ask, “What about you?”
Colt grins and shakes his head. “Can’t you be selfish for once?”
He disappears back into the kitchen and returns a minute later with his own loaded plate. He drops into the armchair, winking at me as he settles in. I smile, small, but real, glad everyone is fed, and finally dig in.
…
We finish eating a little while later, plates mostly cleared. I’m rubbing my stomach, pleasantly full, when Mom suddenly lets out a massive, rumbling burp.
The whole room goes dead silent. Colt and I both turn to stare at her with wide eyes. After a beat, Colt bursts out laughing; loud and genuine. I can’t help but grin too, trying not to laugh too hard.
Colt stands and picks up her plate with a smirk. “Glad you enjoyed it, love.”
Mom goes bright red and slaps both hands over her mouth, mortified. “Oh my God…”
I laugh softly and nudge her with my elbow. “You all good there, Mom?”
She shakes her head, then uncovers her mouth and lets out a tiny, embarrassed laugh. “It just came out!”
“It’s no big deal, Mom,” I say, still grinning.
She stands up, cheeks still flushed. “Alright, well… I’m gonna go hide in the shower now.”
I stand with my tray and smile at her. “Thanks for watching TV with me.”
She smiles warmly and boops my nose like she used to when I was little. “We’ll make it a Saturday morning thing from now on.”
I nod. “I’d like that.”
She jogs up the stairs, and I head into the kitchen, putting my plate in the sink before tucking the tray back into the cupboard where we keep them.
Colt’s leaning against the opposite counter, watching me. “I’m glad you ate it all,” he says quietly.
I shrug, a little shy. “It was really nice. I’m extremely full now though.”
I turn to the sink and run the tap, starting to rinse my plate before reaching for the soap and brush. The sound of the shower running upstairs and Mom’s light, off-key singing drifts down faintly.
Colt comes up behind me. His big body presses close, one hand sliding around my waist while the other braces on the counter beside me.
His breath is warm against the side of my neck as he leans in and murmurs low.
“Extremely full, huh? That’s a shame… because I was really looking forward to filling you up later. ” I nearly drop the plate.
I try to focus, scrubbing at the leftover egg yolk with the sponge, but it’s impossible with Colt pressed up behind me like this.
His body is warm and solid against my back.
One of his hands stays planted on the counter beside me, caging me in, while the other slides slowly around my waist, fingers slipping under the edge of my robe to rest against my bare stomach.
“Careful,” he murmurs right against my ear, teasing. “You’re gonna get water everywhere if you keep shaking like that.”
The second his fingers start tracing lazy circles just above the waistband of my boxers, my hands definitely fumble. I keep scrubbing, cheeks burning, trying to sound normal. “Colt… my mom’s right upstairs.”
“I know,” he says, clearly amused. He presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below my ear. “She’s singing. We’ve got time.”
His hand drifts lower, palm flat against my lower belly, pulling me back against him more firmly. I can feel how hard he is through his clothes, pressing against my ass.
I rinse the plate quickly and set it in the drying rack, reaching for the next one with shaky hands. Colt’s fingers dip just under the waistband of my boxers, teasing the sensitive skin there without going any further.
“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath, gripping the edge of the sink.
Colt chuckles darkly against my neck. “Language, baby. What would your mom think?”
I elbow him lightly, but there’s no real force behind it. He just laughs again and nips at my earlobe, hips rolling once against me in a slow, filthy grind.
I’m half-hard already and we’ve barely done anything. I try to focus on washing the damn fork in my hand, but Colt’s free hand slides up my chest, thumb brushing over one of my nipples through the robe.
“You’re so sensitive this morning,” he murmurs, sounding way too pleased with himself. “I wonder what else I could get away with before she gets out of the shower…”
He tugs the back of my robe up with one smooth motion, bunching the fabric around my waist. Cool air hits my skin as he pushes my boxers down ever so slightly. I freeze, sponge still in my hand, water running.
Colt frees himself from his sweatpants with a quiet rustle. A second later I feel the heavy, hot weight of his bare cock resting between my cheeks.
“Oh fuck…” I breathe, gripping the edge of the sink.
He doesn’t push inside. He just slides his thick length slowly between my ass cheeks, hot and heavy, the head catching against my hole on every pass. He’s not even trying to be subtle anymore.
“Shh,” he murmurs against the back of my neck, filthily. “Just keep washing the dishes, baby.”
I try; I really do. But my hands are shaking as I rinse the plate and set it aside. Colt keeps rocking against me, letting me feel every inch of him; the heat, the thickness, the way he throbs every time I twitch.
One of his hands stays on my hip, holding me steady, while the other reaches around to wrap loosely around my cock through my boxers, stroking me lazily.
“You’re so fucking hard already,” he groans quietly. “All this just from me teasing your tight little hole?”
I bite my lip hard to stay quiet, hips pushing back against him instinctively. The water’s still running, masking some of the sounds.
Colt leans in closer, lips brushing my ear. “Been thinking about this since last night,” he whispers. “About bending you over and sliding in deep.”
He gives one slow, firm thrust between my cheeks, the head of his cock pressing right against my entrance; not pushing in, just teasing.
I whimper softly, forehead dropping forward. “Colt.”
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, still stroking me. “We’ve got time. But fuck… you feel good like this.”
I freeze completely when I hear the bathroom door open upstairs. “Colt?” Mom calls out. “Can you grab me a proper towel please? I grabbed a head towel by mistake, and I don’t want to soak the hallway carpet!”
My heart slams against my ribs. I’m about to panic and shove Colt away, but he doesn’t stop. He deliberately lets the thick head of his cock press harder against my hole and pushes in just the tiniest bit of his tip; raw, hot, and stretching me slightly.
Colt’s hand clamps firmly over my mouth, muffling the sound as he answers her in the most normal voice. “Yeah, one sec, love!”
Mom shouts back a quick “Thank you!” and closes the bathroom door again.
The second she does, Colt groans low and filthy right against my ear, pushing his tip a little deeper for just a second before pulling out completely.
“Fuck, baby… not long now,” he rasps, voice dark with want. “Soon as she’s gone to work, I’m gonna slide every thick inch of this cock right back into that tight little hole and fuck you stupid.”
He presses one last dirty kiss to the side of my neck, then smoothly pulls my robe back down, tucks himself away into his sweatpants like nothing happened, and walks out of the kitchen to grab Mom a towel.
I’m left gripping the edge of the sink, legs shaking, face burning, and painfully hard. Holy shit.