Chapter 8 #3
I stop mid-step, and Lee jerks to a stop himself. The house is dark, but I can clearly see the dark blue of his eyes, the questioning shimmer at my probably apparent urgency.
“Lee.”
Lee’s eyebrows wing up. “Joey.”
“What are the sex rules?”
“Sex rules,” Lee repeats, enunciating each word. “What the hell does that mean?”
I can feel my face flush from my cheeks down to my neck, and even into my shirt. “I just thought about fucking you.”
“Oh,” Lee says breathlessly. He rubs his beard, then swallows loudly. “I’ve thought about that for about twenty years, Joseph.”
“Oh,” I say stupidly.
“Oh,” Lee agrees, because we’re a bunch of idiots.
“So you like that?”
Lee shrugs, and there’s something in the movement that gives me pause. There’s something he’s holding back. “With you, yeah.”
And those words give me even more pause. “Have you done it and… not liked it?”
“I’ve had a lot of sex I didn’t like, Joey. I didn’t date because it would’ve been wrong, but I’ve had sex.”
“Have you ever made love?”
Lee looks profoundly uncomfortable now. He shakes his hand loose of mine and wraps his arms around himself.
That’s Lee’s telltale sign of being pushed too far.
I need to handle this delicately before he shuts the door on me for the evening.
I step up to him, wrap my arms around his middle, and pull him close.
After a few moments, his arms drop, only to wrap around my back and hug me tightly.
“Can I make love to you tonight?” I ask, lips brushing the shell of Lee’s ear.
He smells like his orange-scented bodywash and sunshine after our afternoon outside.
The smell is so familiar, but new, that my heart aches with the reality of the scent.
This is my Drew, my Lee; I know every single piece of him, except for this new exciting piece we can discover together.
And maybe, just maybe, I can show Lee something he’s never seen before.
After showing him the reality of unconditional love for the past twenty years, now I’m going to show him what it means to be made love to without an ounce of pain.
Lee only nods against my shoulder, but I need to hear the words. I tangle my fingers in his soft locks, gently tugging until he pulls far enough away to look into my eyes.
“I need to hear the words, baby.”
The air thickens as I await his answer.
But all he does is smile shakily before whispering, “Yes.”
That single word breaks everything inside me loose.
Our lips crash together, unrelenting and devouring, as if we’re trying to climb into each other.
But I gentle the kiss with as much care as I can, until Lee’s hands loosen their grip, and I can easily back him up toward the bedroom.
Every breath from Lee is a contented sigh into my mouth.
His bedroom is dark save for the soft glow of the nightlight from the adjoining bathroom.
I gently push Lee onto the bed, just standing over him and looking—really looking—for what feels like the first time in my life.
I rip my shirt over my head, and my cock hardens when Lee gasps quietly, eyes raking over my chest like it’s the first time he’s seeing me too.
His eyes dip down to my shorts, where my cock is now fully hard, and I press my palm against it with a moan.
Lee looks torn between turned on and like he might cry.
I only want him to feel turned on, to feel wanted beyond belief.
That’s what this evening is about. I press one knee onto the bed and slowly climb between Lee’s legs, then use my fingers to gently tug his shorts down.
Lee watches as I pull his off, leaving him in just his tented boxers.
I dip down and press my face against him, taking a long inhale and curling my hands under his thighs to hold him close.
Lee’s hand drops onto my head in a comforting gesture, meant to keep me close, not spur me into action.
I glance up at him from under my eyelashes as I tug his boxers down, until my mouth is close to the tip of his cock. God, he smells so good.
“Joey,” Lee pleads, his thighs shaking under my hands.
Without a second thought, I take the tip of his cock into my mouth.
He tastes salty and warm, the flavor exploding on my tongue.
But it’s the sound Lee makes that riles me up the most. His groan is deep in his belly, and when I glance up again, his head is tilted back onto the pillow.
This might be my first time sucking dick, but I know what I like.
I use my other hand to pump the base of his dick because I’m not going to attempt deep throating tonight.
Instead, I focus on the tip, and I fondle his balls a few times.
But that seems like enough for Lee because after only a few minutes, his thighs are shaking around my shoulders, and his fingers are tight in my hair.
“I don’t want to come like this. Please.”
I pop off his cock and glance up at him to find him staring down at me, breathless and eyes lust blown. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me,” Lee begs.
“No,” I say as I wiggle up his body to lie over him. “I’m going to make love to you now. You’ll see.”