Chapter 8 #2
The kitchen smelled heavenly, and they tucked into the soup, which was divine. “Oh…,” Forrest groaned softly at the first taste.
“Mom makes great soup. I asked her to make this, and she said I was lucky she had some turkey stock. She and Lizzie probably had it for dinner too.”
Forrest finished his first bowl, and Conrad got him some more. “The house seems really quiet and still without her.”
Conrad chuckled. “I swear she never stops going unless she’s asleep.
She’s always doing something or making up a game with her dolls.
The thing I’m grateful for is that she’ll watch a movie or a show with me, but she doesn’t seem to want to spend hours in front of the television.
She would rather play more actively. I guess I’m lucky in that way. ”
“You are. Half the kids in class are addicted to their screen time. It’s one of the things I speak to parents about all the time.
They want to know how they can cut their kids down.
My solution is to get them a device that only works on Wi-Fi and then turn it off after dinner.
If the phone doesn’t work, they aren’t going to spend all their time on it. ”
“I do that,” Conrad told him. “But I have Lizzie’s tablet set to allow her only an hour of screen time a day. Then it locks up and I have to unlock it to give her more.”
Forrest munched on some of the bread. “This is really good. You know, you can cook for me any time. Mostly I heat up meals that are ready to go or get take-out. At the end of the day, I’m tired, and cooking for one really sucks.
” He finished the soup and sat back, more than full. “Dang, that was good.”
“It was. I’ll have to tell Mom you liked it,” Conrad said softly as he turned toward Forrest. “But not right now.”
“I see. And what are we going to do now?” He finished his water and set the glass on the table, watching Conrad intently, taking in each movement.
He leaned closer, and the scent from earlier tickled his nose.
Forrest inhaled deeply, moving nearer to Conrad and lightly touching his chin.
Conrad stilled and seemed to be holding his breath.
“You have been driving me crazy for hours.”
“Me?” Conrad said. “What about you?”
Forrest chuffed. “Me—what did I do?”
“Are you kidding? You’d bend over to pick up bricks off the floor and then you’d stretch over the table to pick up stuff.
It was like porn in slow motion. And you did it all the time.
I nearly dropped the wings when you stretched to reach something from the top bins and I saw a strip of flat belly.
I swear it’s a damned miracle I got anything done at all. ”
Forrest stood, and Conrad did the same. Forrest took his dishes to the sink and cleared the rest from the table. Then, when Conrad bent to retrieve the last dish, he came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Conrad’s waist, tugging him against his chest.
“Forrest…,” Conrad whispered softly.
“What?” He breathed into Conrad’s ear as he straightened up.
Forrest slipped his hand under Conrad’s shirt, and he leaned back, whimpering quietly.
“What is it you want?” He held his hand flat against Conrad’s belly before slowly shifting it upward until he reached a pebbled nipple.
Conrad moaned as he teased it, his head dropping back.
When Conrad turned toward him, Forrest kissed him hard as he worked on the buttons of Conrad’s shirt.
When the fabric fell open, he kissed Conrad harder, wrapping his arms more tightly around him, caressing his smooth chest.
“Forrest… I….”
“What? Tell me,” he whispered before sucking on Conrad’s ear. “All you need to do is say what you want.”
“God, I want this….” Conrad whimpered as Forrest snapped the button on the top of his pants and worked down the zipper. He cupped his cotton-clad bulge, and Conrad groaned and quivered in his embrace.
“I can tell. I can feel your desire running all through you.” He slipped his fingers under the fabric and wrapped them around Conrad’s cock, holding him in his hand.
“I want you to come unglued for me. Right here and now. I can tell you’re wound so tight and want this so badly.
” He stroked Conrad’s cock as he tweaked a nipple.
Conrad shook in his arms, which had to be the sexiest thing Forrest had ever experienced.
Having someone so turned on by him was mind-blowing.
Conrad shook in his arms as Forrest caressed his chest. He loved holding him in his arms and the way he held his desire in his hands.
Slowly, Forrest slowed his movements and then slipped his hands away.
“What’s going on?” Conrad turned around, and Forrest took his hand to lead him out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom.
He pressed him inside and closed the door before kissing him again as he maneuvered him down onto the bed.
Forrest grinned as he pulled back, tugged off Conrad’s pants, and let them drop to the floor. “You’re beautiful,” Forrest whispered.
“No, I’m not. I’m skinny, and I’ve always been thin and kind of gangly.”
“No. You’re none of those things. You’re hot,” Forrest told him as he pulled off his shirt.
“See. That’s hot.” Conrad sat up and slid to the end of the bed, his hands gliding over Forrest’s chest. He knew he was built, but the way Conrad caressed him, then closed the distance, kissing his chest and belly, was like he was something special “Damn, you’re smoking hot.”
“Look. I know I have muscles, but I’m bald, like, everywhere,” Forrest said. “And I’m pale. Can’t get a lick of color no matter what I do.”
Conrad worked open Forrest’s belt and pants before pushing them down his legs.
“Do you really think I care about stuff like that?” He tugged Forrest forward until he was falling onto the bed.
“I love the way you are. Some guys shave everything, and they spend a lot of time doing it. You don’t have to.
” Conrad kissed him hard, his hands stroking his back before cupping Forrest’s butt.
“Besides, I love how smooth you are. It’s sexy. ”
“It is?” Forrest asked.
“Hell yes,” Conrad told him, and Forrest smiled.
“And I think you’re sexy.” He slid down Conrad’s body and then parted his lips and proceeded to show Conrad just how sexy he thought he was. Conrad groaned as the desire increased by the second. Forrest loved how he responded to him.
Passion built between them, and Forrest took Conrad long and slow, his lips caressing him as Conrad slid over his tongue.
The man even tasted good, with the perfect combination of musk and man.
When he felt Conrad getting close to the edge, he pulled away and kissed him hard.
Conrad tugged Forrest on top of him and held him tightly.
Forrest wasn’t sure what the next step should be between them.
He didn’t want to push Conrad, so he let him guide the way.
When he rolled them on the bed and stared intently into his eyes, Forrest knew that Conrad had gotten the idea.
“What do you want?” Conrad asked him. “What is it you like?”
Forrest cupped Conrad’s cheeks. “You just do what you like. It not only tells me about you, but I’m sure there is nothing you could do that isn’t going to make me happy. I’m pretty versatile.”
Conrad stopped all movement. “You mean… you’d let me…?” His record seemed to have skipped for a few seconds.