Chapter 19McCormick
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
MCCORMICK
“I can’t believe this shit is only a dollar fifty. It’s so good,” I moan around a mouthful of hot dog.
“It has to be the longest hotdog I’ve ever eaten.” Stiles swallows the rest of his bite before speaking again. “You think they got those samples today?”
“We’re gonna find out.” I grab a cart, and we head down the first aisle. Costco is ginormous, and I plan to hit every single square foot of this place. “I never knew dating could be fun until you.”
“One hundred percent. I never knew you could make a date out of this, but I guess you can.”
Shit. Has he not met me? “We can make a date out of anything. Who says it has to be at a stuffy restaurant or a boring movie? As long as we’re together and having fun, it’s a date. In fact, I’ll treat you to a seven course meal. This hot dog and my six pack,” I tease, rubbing a hand down my abs.
Stiles shakes his head and laughs. “You’re a mess. We should look for stuff for the new house.”
“Recliners?” My brows shoot way up.
“Don’t start with that Bert and Ernie shit again.”
We pass bins of socks, underwear, and T-shirts, and I grab three packs of socks and toss them into the cart. “Speaking of house hunting, I think you need these. Aren’t you short on socks?”
”Fucker. Don’t laugh at me. What was I supposed to wipe with?”
Two aisles over, we round the corner and I stop dead in my tracks. There's a freezer case up ahead that towers over everything else, and I swear to God, there’s a golden light shining around it, like it’s a holy offering. Are those angels that I hear singing?
Stiles catches up with me, almost bumping into me with the cart. “No! Absolutely fucking not.”
“But… But…”
“Come the fuck on, Mac! What are we supposed to do with an entire case of hotdogs? There’s…” He squints to read the sign. “Thirty packages in each case. Where are we supposed to put them all?”
A lightbulb goes off in my head. “I think they sell refrigerators here. Let me check.”
“You wanna buy an extra refrigerator to keep all your hotdogs in? That’s insane!”
“No, that’s being prepared. We could keep the extra freezer in the garage.”
Stiles shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose. He knows he’s lost and I’ve won. There’s no use in arguing with my superior logic. I load up two cases, because why the fuck not? We’re buying an extra fridge.
“We’re gonna have to check out the ketchup and mustard section to see if they have industrial sizes. You think they have that wasabi mustard here?”
“Fuck my life,” Stiles mutters.
We toss more stuff into the cart as we search out the refrigerators. A huge can of salted nuts, packages of paper plates and plastic utensils so we don’t have to clean up after ourselves and do dishes, a shit-ton of toilet paper to last until the apocalypse and a fluffy cat bed.
“But we don’t have a cat,” Stiles insists.
“Dude, for when Nash brings Valor over.”
“Oh yeah. Put it in the cart.” I can’t say no to the inflatable unicorn raft either. “Is that really necessary? We don’t have a pool, Mac.”
“But we’re gay now. He’s like our mascot. We’ll put him out on the deck.” My ass he’s going outside on the deck. He might blow away! He’s going in our living room. “Come on Ezra. Get in the cart.”
Stiles frowns. “Ezra?”
“He looks like an Ezra don’t he?”
“No. You’re not giving him a name that ends with A.”
Figures he’d say that. “Fine. We'll call him Josh.”
“Stupid fucking name for a unicorn,” Stiles mumbles under his breath. “Come on, let’s go check out the personal care aisle and see if they have industrial-sized bottles of lube.”
We pass employees manning little carts on almost every aisle. They’re giving away samples of cowboy caviar, taquitos, marinated mushrooms, and cheesecake. This store really is amazing. A Mecca of necessities and indulgences, with a free meal to boot. You seriously can’t beat it for a night out on the town.
I hold up my hand, and Stiles slaps me a high five. “We've mastered this dating shit on our second try.”
“Clearly, we’re fucking awesome,” Stiles agrees.
I wait for Stiles to step out of the shower before barging into the bathroom. And he says I’m not considerate of his privacy. I’m totally considerate! He grabs a towel from the bar on the wall and wraps it around his hips.
“Come on, man. We talked about this.”
“What? I waited until you were out of the shower.”
Stiles braces his arms on the counter and leans into the mirror, examining his beard to see if it needs a trim. Coming up behind him, I grab his hips and pull him back against my groin, shamelessly rubbing my semi-hard dick against his ass.
“My hot little side.”
“Your what?” He grins at me in the mirror, looking sexy and devilish. “Baby, I ain’t your side piece. I’m the main fucking course.”
“You sure are.” My gaze eats him up like a piece of ribeye steak.
Stiles frowns like something just occurred to him. “If I’m your side piece, who’s your main squeeze?”
“Not side piece,” I laugh, “ side . We’re sides.” Stiles looks even more confused. “Rhett explained it to me. Dudes that hook up without penetration are sides.”
Stiles shakes his head and grabs the scissors from the medicine cabinet. “I still don’t get what that means.”
“Neither do I.”
Stiles trims a few stray hairs that have grown out longer than the rest of his beard. I’m grateful he doesn’t kick me out of the bathroom when I unwrap his towel and squeeze his cheeks in my hands. He’s got the nicest ass. Firm and round, with a dusting of dark hair, but not too much.
“Wait, you said if there’s no penetration, it's not gay. But now you’re telling me there’s a label for guys like us? Sounds pretty fucking gay.”
“Yeah,” I admit with a laugh, my attention still diverted on his ass. “It’s totally gay.”
Stiles laughs and pops his ass out to impress me, or to encourage me. He needn’t bother. I’m plenty impressed and encouraged.
“I should have known you’d say whatever you had to in order to get what you wanted.”
“Damn right, babe. I’m starting to realize that wanting you was the easiest thing in the world. It’s the answer to everything.”
“Mac, I'll be your side piece any day.”
I catch his dark eyes in the mirror, looking at me all soft and lovey-dovey. “It’s still not what that means, but okay.”
He turns, his fingers undoing the button on my shorts. “I don’t want to be a side. I want the entire fucking buffet.”
Is he saying what I think he’s saying? He looks serious, so maybe? My shorts drop to my feet and I’m pretty convinced we’re on the same page.
“Go get that industrial-sized lube we just bought. I think we’re gonna need the whole bottle.” Stiles’s husky voice makes my cock kick and when he slides his hand inside my boxers, I’m at full mast and ready to set sail.
My heart beat is all jacked up, and I start to sweat, like I’m high on ecstasy. Not that I would know because I’ve never taken it, but supposedly this is what it feels like. Why am I nervous when this is all I’ve wanted?
“Stiles, this bathroom is way too small for what we’re about to do.”
“Right. Let’s move this to the bedroom.”
Sitting on the side of the bed, I look down at my prosthetic leg, remembering how uncomfortable I used to feel when I was about to have sex with a woman. The self doubt that would creep beneath my confidence, and make me so nervous that my dick would soften. With Stiles, I don’t have that problem. He always makes me feel confident and secure in my own skin. My leg has never been an issue with him.
Despite that, I’m nervous as fuck. Not because I’m worried about what he thinks when he looks at me, but because I’ve never done this before. Obviously we’re both gonna suck at this. Will it hurt? Will I tap out before we finish?
Are we destined to be sides the rest of our lives?
The mattress dips beneath Stiles‘s weight as he sits next to me. “You gonna take it off or leave it on?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” I admit with a laugh. “All I know is how bad I want to do it.”
Stiles chuckles. “Same. We’re gonna figure this out together. Like we do with everything. First, we have to figure out the best angle to go about this. Then we’ll know if the position is good for your leg or not.”
God, what would I do without him? I hope I never have to find out. “I don’t know. This is one instance where I can’t use porn as research. You know they fake that shit just so it looks good.”
“Lucky for you, I googled it.”
My head whips around. “No, you didn’t! You did?”
“I did,” he grins. “According to the large community of bottoms on Reddit, the easiest position for your first time is to ride your partner, that way you can set the pace and only go as deep as you want.”
“That sounds like it makes sense. Is that what you want?”
“Mac.” Stiles’s calloused fingers brush over my jaw. “I want inside of you so bad, I don’t care if we’re standing on our fucking heads.”
I can’t stop grinning. “You want inside of me that bad?”
“Not because I need to come that bad, but because I want to make you mine. I want to put your fears to rest and show you that we can do this. There’s no way it’s not going to feel amazing.”
“Says the guy who’s topping,” I tease. Would he ever consider taking my cock? “In that position, I guess I could keep my leg on or off, but I’ll leave it on, for leverage.”
Stiles laughs at my leer. Sliding my boxers down my thighs, I wait for Stiles to move over to the pillows at the head of the bed before climbing over his body. His torso is cut from hours spent in the gym lifting weights. His arms are beefed up from manual labor. And that dark hair dusting his chest… He’s so fucking hot. So masculine and hard, different from what I’m used to, but no less gorgeous.
I skate my hands down his chest, stopping to brush my thumbs over his flat brown nipples. Stiles bites his lip, his eyes burning with heat. I had no idea his nipples were that sensitive. He gathers both of our cocks in his big fist, working them like he did the last time we came together in this bed.
Looking down at our dicks rubbing and sliding together in his slick grip makes my brain cloud with lust. “I knew that lube would come in handy. All sixteen gallons of it.”
“I wish I could say the same for the two-hundred and forty hotdogs we bought. Speaking of,“ Stiles smirks, “when are you gonna show me what you do with that hot dog in your nightstand drawer.”
“You wish,” I laugh. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let him watch me slide that thing between my buns.
“I think it could get me seriously hot.”
Well, in that case… “Let me get the hang of this first, then maybe I’ll let you watch.”
When his dick is hard and slippery, I scoot forward so that it slides between my cheeks. The tip of his cock rubs over my hole as I thrust my hips back and forth, and Stiles slips his lubed fingers between my cheeks, making everything slippery.
“Grab the toy, Mac.”
I guess it’s either that or his fingers. But something tells me he’s dying to see me use that toy. So I lean across the bed and grab it from the drawer. Stiles takes it from me and slides up between my cheeks, right next to his cock.
“Two dogs in one bun.”
“Shit. Don’t even try it. I’m a noob at this.”
He presses the tip of the dog against my hole and twirls it until my muscles give way. Inch by slow, torturous inch, he slides it inside of me, giving me time to adjust to the invasion before I ask for more.
It’s not just the feeling of it stretching me, my nerve endings are on fire and tingling pleasantly, or the fire burning in my gut. It's asking him for more that’s turning me on.
“Give me another inch,” I beg timidly.
I’ve never asked Stiles for anything. Not like this. We've always been equals in everything we do, but now, I’ve handed him the reins, put him in control of my pleasure, and given him permission to wreck me, to invade my body, and turn me inside out.
Being in charge suits him. The way he’s looking so intensely into my eyes, like he’s trying to read me, to anticipate my needs. Fuck, this man makes my dick hard.
He’s a total top.
“I’ve got, like, half of it in, Mac. Gonna slide it out now.”
A breath of air rushes from my lungs, leaving me feeling empty as the toy slides from my ass. Just to stretch me and invade all over again, causing tiny explosions throughout my body.
“That. Right there. Do that again.”
“This?” he asks, grinning wickedly. Stiles slides it back inside and pulls it out again, chuckling when I make the unholiest moaning sound.
“Oh my God. I can’t describe the feeling to you. It’s just… It’s… Do it again,” I beg.
He slides in another inch, but I’m ready for it because my body is on fire. Although the silicone is slick, it’s tacky enough to rub against my prostate. Drops of pre-cum dribble from my slit.
“Fuck, you’re a total slut, aren’t you? Look at you, dripping on me.”
This toy may be doing it for me, but watching me leak is doing it for Stiles. I think he likes knowing the effect he’s having on me.
“Give me your cock.”
He pauses his thrusting. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“I think so. I just… I need something more.”
Stiles slides his hands under my ass, helping to lift me up onto his dick. With a little positioning, I find the right spot. I can feel his tip pressing against my hole and lower myself a little at a time until his fat head pops past my rim. He’s a lot thicker than the dildo, but he’s so slippery there’s barely any resistance.
“Mac?”
“Yeah. It feels… Full. Fuck, you’re thick.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” he laughs. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt. Just feels… It’s a lot.”
“Just go slow. There’s no rush.”
But the farther down I slide onto his dick, the tighter he scrunches his face, and bites his lip, nostrils flaring. He’s holding back for me, and I can only imagine how tightly I’m squeezing his cock, how good it must feel.
I ease up a bit before sliding back down, and Stiles looks like he’s gonna cry. I know he’s dying to buck his hips and fuck into me hard, it’s a natural instinct when you’re inside of someone, but I can’t take that just yet. I’m still adjusting to his girth.
It doesn’t hurt, there’s just so much heat, and my stomach is swirling with adrenaline, making me feel a little sick.
The intense feelings begin to fade and the uncomfortableness, like I'm sitting on a big cock, which I am, drives my need to move. Bracing my hands on his chest for leverage, I work my hips up and down his shaft, slowly, not really finding my rhythm yet, just making sure there’s no pain.
“Mac,” he breaths. “I've never felt anything this good, this tight. You feel incredible.”
Smiling, I lean down to pop a kiss on his lips while moving my ass, and the angle hits different, hitting that spot inside of me that sets off fireworks again.
“Fuck,” I breathe against his lips. “Fuck.”
“You like that?”
“Yeah. Too much.” Working my hips faster, I make sure he pegs that spot again and again. The muscles in my stomach and thighs contract, like the nerves are short circuiting. Fisting my cock, I jack it in sync with my thrusts. I can feel my sac drawing up tight against my body, growing hot and heavy.
This load is gonna be epic. It already feels different than any orgasm I've had with a woman, where the feelings are centered around my dick. This one is coming from my ass, from someplace deep inside of me that’s never been explored. This orgasm is going to shake my entire body to its core.
Thanks to Stiles.
“Mac, you close? Cause I’m gonna have to start thinking of gross shit if I have to hold out much longer.”
Somehow, through my laughter, I get myself there with his help. “I’m close.”
“You want me to blow inside of you?”
“Yeah.” The word comes out broken and high-pitched, and I don’t recognize my own voice, but that’s what he’s doing to me. Breaking me apart.
The slapping of my ass against his thighs couples with our ragged breaths, and the whole room smells like sweat and sex.
“Mac,” Stiles groans, digging his fingers into my ass.
“Holy shit, I can feel it. I can feel the heat of your cum.”
He gets this determined look in his eyes, fucking into me harder, with brutal thrusts until he pushes me over the edge with him.
I don’t scream his name. The only sound I can make is an unintelligible gurgle or moaning. A high-pitched cry. I can feel it throughout my entire lower half—total muscle paralysis. Collapsing against his body in a sweaty heap, I feel his cock begin to go soft, sliding out of me a little at a time until I squeeze and he slips out all the way, followed by a rush of warm cum dribbling from my hole.
It pools on his groin, and he chuckles. “Are you sore?”
“Not yet. But I will be.”
Cupping my face with both hands, Stiles plants a soft, deep kiss on my lips, like a claiming kiss. I feel used, satisfied, and like I belong to him now in ways I never did.
“I don’t give a fuck how bad my memory gets, I will never forget this,” Stiles vows.
I hope he means it because it would break my heart if he ever forgot this. “I love you.”
He squeezes me against his chest, crushing me in his strong arms. “God, I love you.