Chapter 28
Will and I wave goodbye to Ollie from the car, and he waves back with a big smile on his face, Jess standing behind him. And to my surprise, she lifts a hand too.
We drive in comfortable silence, processing the events of today as the town goes by. I think that could have gone worse, Will had said. He’s right about that.
And now, without planning for it, our relationship is suddenly real. Something our family knows about, before we’ve even gotten the chance to be something ourselves.
But I’m finding I wouldn’t have it any other way. So I reach over and take his hand. “Move in with me.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see his head turn toward me. “What?”
“Move in with me. Everyone knows now. The motel is expensive, and I have a house with—”
“Dude, are you crazy? We’ve been on like four dates.”
“Maybe I am, but I want to wake up to you every day,” I admit, past the point of keeping how I feel bottled up. I love him, and he loves me, and he’s going to have to accept it.
“I’m not being your sugar baby.”
“I’m not rich.”
“You’re richer than me.”
“You can help with bills. We’ll split them,” I offer, even though this sugar daddy argument is nonsense and he knows it.
He turns that over, tilting his head this way and that. “I’m not sure that’s fair. You’ve got three people, I’m only one person, so—”
I pull into the motel parking lot in front of his door, and now more than ever, I hate that he lives here. I should have asked him to move in a long time ago. He deserves better than this.
When I turn to face him, he’s already looking at me.
“Will.” I hold his gaze, taking his other hand too. “Move in with me. Please.”
With a sigh and a pause short enough that I know he was always going to say yes, he nods. “Fine. But I gotta grab my stuff.”
His entire life fits into a single duffle bag. A few shirts, jeans, boxers. Some things from the bathroom, a couple of tools. Guilt sits in my chest for not inviting him to live with me sooner. He deserves more than this.
“Alright,” he says, zipping the bag. “Ready.”
It only took five minutes.
And I’m suddenly aware that I haven’t kissed him all day.
So I cross the room and take the bag from his hand, setting it on the floor.
“What are you—” I cut him off with my lips, the desperation amplified by the fact that we’re together now.
He makes a surprised sound against my mouth, pulling back. “What are you doing?”
“I missed you.” I tug at the hem of his shirt, urging him to kiss me again. “It’s been too long. I want you inside of me again.”
He looks toward the wall against the headboard.
“We can’t. I know for a fact there are neighbors on that side right now.
Met ‘em the other day. Real nice folks from New Jersey. And trust me. The walls are thin.” I ignore him, walking him back toward the bed.
He goes with a laugh. “Come on, Nolan, we can’t—”
“You’re moving out, what does it matter?”
“Okay, okay,” he says, with a put-on sigh. “If you’re so desperate for it. But you’re fucking me this time. I’m not doing any of the work. That’s your punishment for being an asshole.”
“I’ll accept that.”
“I mean it. I’m just going to lie there. Don’t look so excited about it.”
I’m already pulling my shirt over my head, because I wasn’t expecting that offer and as much as I want him inside of me again, the thought of Will letting me fuck him…
We strip off our clothes, and he pulls me down, to kiss for a while. Exploring each other in a way we haven’t before, taking our time. His hands are in my hair, and mine are everywhere, feeling every inch of skin I haven’t been able to yet.
He’s warm, and he’s solid from all of the construction work he’s been doing, and—
He pulls back, his eyebrows creeping up. “Are you seriously—”
I shake my head. “Don’t.”
“You’re already leaking. You’re not going to last long enough to fuck me.”
“I will.”
“Okay,” he says, and I ignore the skeptical voice. I can’t help it if I’m sensitive with him, surrounded by his body and his hands and his smell…
It’s too much sometimes.
I pull away to find the lube and condoms from his bag, and when I turn back around, he’s stroking himself, watching me, his eyes roaming my body. I force down any self-consciousness I might feel. He’s already seen all of me. “Stop.”
He shakes his head, going faster. “Make me.”
Climbing back onto the bed, I wrap my hand around his wrist, stilling him, taking his cock in my other hand. “You said you weren’t doing any of the work.”
He drops his hand with an exhale, thrusting into my hand. “Fuck, more.”
But as much as he asks for it, I take my time. This is the first time I’m getting my hands on him, and I intend to take full advantage of it, sliding a lubed finger into his tight hole, taking him into my mouth at the same time.
It’s been too long.
“Jesus, fuck,” he groans, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling hard as I swallow around him, sliding a second finger in beside the first. “You’re really— You’re good at that.”
“Hm,” I say, pulling off as a drop of pre-cum dribbles out, trailing down his shaft. “Are you sure you’re gonna last?”
He sits up, watching me pick up the pace, fingering him hard, taking his cock back in my hand at the same time. And whatever argument he had dies on his tongue as he drops back against the pillow with a moan.
I spread my fingers, making sure he’s ready to take me, and I watch as all the tension leaves his body. The way his brow furrows when I stretch him too fast, and the way he pushes back against my fingers. I don’t have the heart to tell him not to.
“Can I—” he starts, reaching for his cock when I let it go.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” I challenge, batting his hand away. “Can’t hold on anymore?”
He drops his head back with a half groan, half laugh. “I hate you.”
It’s that moment that I pull my fingers out, watching him clench around nothing, wet from the lube. I think he might be right. I’m about to burst at the sight of him.
“Don’t stop,” he says to the ceiling.
“I’m not. I have to—” I grab the condom off the bed and slide it on, wishing I had thought to test us so I could feel him without it. He watches every step of the way, his eyes glued to my cock and his cheeks flushed, the way they were last time I fingered him.
It’s so different from his usual dominance, and I love this version of him just as much.
I move over him, lining my cock up with his hole, ready to push inside, when he grabs my arms, and his eyes go wide. “Wait!” The look on his face makes me pause, his lip between his teeth and his eyes filled with nerves that weren’t there before.
“You’re not gonna be thinking about her, are you?” he asks, voicing a concern I can tell he’s had for a while by the way he says it. “You’re not gonna be comparing or thinking about who feels better—”
I lean down to kiss that look off of his face, my heart breaking that he would even worry about something like that. “I love you, Will. I’m not thinking about anyone or anything except how good it feels to finally be with you like this.”
His eyes scan my face, searching for the truth in my words. He nods, but I’m not sure he means it when he says, “Okay.”
“Are you sure?”
He reaches up and grabs my face, cutting me off mid-sentence to kiss me hard, nibbling at my lip when he pulls back, leaving me dazed when he says, “I’m sure. You’re fucking me. Come on.”
I nod, pushing inside as slow as I can, watching his face as his grip on my arms tightens to make sure I’m not hurting him. But he never tells me to stop, finally exhaling when I’m fully inside.
“Fuck, that feels weird,” he says, shifting in a way that has me clenching my teeth so I don’t come right then and there.
Once I get myself under control and I take in his words, it dawns on me, with my cock already inside of him, that he may have never done this before. He always seemed so… knowledgeable.
“Will… have you ever…?”
He shakes his head, his lip between his teeth again, looking up at me, taking my cock for the first time—
I take a deep breath, staring down at this beautiful man, who didn’t even tell me this was his first time. Don’t come. Don’t come. “Are you okay?”
His hands slide from my arms to my back, pulling me down so our foreheads touch. “I’m fine. C’mon. Fuck me, Doc.”
I follow his command, entering him slowly, aware of how intense the first time feels. I’m not as big as he is, totally average in that regard, but I’m bigger than my fingers, and I don’t want to do too much too fast.
He doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment, because when I find the right angle, he throws his head back, moaning loud enough that the neighbors definitely hear, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “There,” he says, breathless. “Right there. Again.”
True to his word, he doesn’t help at all, lying there as I thrust into him, doing nothing when I change the position, getting on my knees and holding his legs open for better access.
And so I can watch.
“Harder,” he says, gripping his thighs. “Nolan—”
The bed moves with us, the headboard knocking against the wall, and I think maybe I should be concerned, but I’m finding that I don’t give a single shit. Let them hear. Let the whole damn town hear Will Davis falling apart underneath me. I did that. I made him make those sounds.
“Fuck,” he says, over and over, his usual dirty talk turning into senseless rambling. “Fuck, fuck—”
I shift my angle, thinking maybe I can do better. And I’m rewarded with his eyes flying open with a sharp gasp, his hand reaching for the pillow under his head, squeezing it in his fists. “There,” he gasps. “More, oh my god—”
I keep the angle as I grip his hips, pulling him closer so I can get deeper.
He falls apart on my cock in slow motion, his eyes going heavy, the words turning into high-pitched moans, over and over.
The only thing keeping me from coming when he clenches around me is that I need him to come more than I need anything else.
That’s my single mission.