Chapter Seven—Declan
I couldn’t sleep at all last night. It made me fucking sick what had happened between Andy and me. I wanted to fix it, but I didn’t know how.
When I picked Emily up from her sleepover later that morning, the first thing she said to me when she got in the car was, “I want you to marry Andy.”
What in the hell? Where did this come from? “What in the world are you talking about, Sweetpea?”
I looked in the rearview mirror and saw her grinning like she’d just had the best idea in the whole world. “Jessica has two daddies and I want two daddies too. You’re like my daddy and Andy’s like my daddy, so if you get married, we can all live together and I can have two daddies!”
As I drove back home, I couldn't stop thinking about what Emily said. It hit me like a fucking brick wall. I wanted everything too. Andy was everything. I shook my head and smiled at Em in the backseat. It took a five-year-old to make me see what I needed, what we both needed.
“Emily, I know you had a sleepover last night. But how would you like to go over and stay with Tasha tonight? I think I need to talk to Andy. Would that be okay?”
She scrunched her little eyebrows. “Okay, I guess. Why do you need to talk to Andy?”
“Well, I was mean to him last night and I need to apologize.”
She crossed her arms. “You shouldn’t be mean to Andy. Andy’s never mean.”
I winked at her. “I know, baby, that’s why I need to talk to him.”
“You should give him a kiss and say you’re sorry. That’s not nice.”
I smiled at her. I should ask Emily for advice more often. “I think you’re right, Sweetpea.”
***
Later that night…
I pounded on Andy’s door with my fist. My heart was beating out of my chest. What if it was too late? He answered the door and a wide grin spread across his face when he saw the bouquet of yellow roses in my hand. He opened the door further and I stepped into his apartment.
He stood there smiling at me. “What’re you doing here, Declan?”
I smirked at him. “These are for you.” I handed him the flowers. He put them up to his nose and then put them on the counter.
I reached for his hand and pulled him close to me and pressed my forehead against his. “Andy, I'm taking you out to dinner tonight,” I whispered. Then I pressed my lips against his. It was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt. He moaned as my lips parted and our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I don’t know how long we kissed. I could have kissed him forever.
He smiled when he pulled away. “You’re really taking me to dinner?”
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Pack a bag. Because I'm taking you home after. I want you in my bed, Andy. I want everything. I want to give you everything. I'm sorry about last night. I'm an idiot. Aside from Emily, you're the best thing in my life. I don't want to lose you.”
I saw a tear slip out of the corner of his eye and I wiped it away with my thumb. He looked at me with his beautiful emerald eyes. “Declan, you should know that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”
I chuckled. “Fuck, Andy, I know I’m in love with you.” I pulled him in closer to me and he leaned over and kissed me again.
I took him to one of the best restaurants in Atlanta. Part of me wanted to take him straight home and rip off his fucking clothes. But I needed him to know everything. I stared at him smiling at me from across the table. He made me want to be a better man. He made me want him to know everything about me. I cleared my throat. “I told my father I thought I was gay when I was thirteen.”
Andy reached across the table and put his hand over mine. “You don't have to tell me, Dec.”
I rubbed my thumb across his hand. “I know I don’t. I want you to know why I’m so fucked up, Andy. If we’re going to do this, I need you to know.”
He nodded his head. “Anyway, when I told him, he called me a fucking failure. He said that being homosexual was a character flaw that would keep me from succeeding in life. If I were gay, then I was weak. Weak people didn't succeed, weak people failed. God help me, Andy, all I ever wanted to do was please that bastard.” I rubbed my hands over my face. “When I met you that night, I felt everything you were feeling. I wanted you. I wanted to kiss you. I just kept hearing his voice in my head calling me weak, calling me a failure.”
Andy squeezed my hand. “Declan Marsh, you’re the strongest, most successful man I’ve ever met. Look at everything you’ve accomplished. Jesus, Dec, what you’ve done for Emily—that takes strength. Look at her. She’s a happy, healthy, smart, beautiful little girl even after she’s been through hell and back. She’s like that because of you, Declan. Your father was wrong, you see that, don’t you? You’ve always been gay. You’ve always been successful. You’ve always been strong.”
I lifted Andy’s hand and pressed my lips against it. He was right. It felt freeing to let go and admit it.
After we got home from dinner, I couldn’t wait another minute to have him. I dragged him to my bedroom the minute we walked through the door. In seconds, our clothes were in puddles on the floor. I ran my hand down his chest and then snaked it around his waist and squeezed his ass and pulled him closer to me. “Andy, you're so fucking perfect,” I whispered before I kissed him hard on the mouth. “Go lie down. I want to taste every inch of you.” For the first time in my life, I wanted to give a man pleasure more than I wanted my own.
He lay back on my bed and I crawled up toward him. I kissed the inside of his thigh and moved over to his balls and licked each one gently before taking one in my mouth to suck it. “Holy fuck, Declan,” Andy rasped. I watched him clench his jaw as I licked his perfect cock, covering it with my mouth. I reached down between his ass cheeks and pressed a finger against his tight hole. His hips bucked off the bed. “Dec—if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” He was breathing heavily as I pulled my mouth off him.
Andy’s chest was heaving. “I want you inside me, Declan.”
I whispered to him, “Roll over, Andy.” He did what I asked. I knelt over him while he lay flat on the bed. I bent down and kissed him and ran my tongue down his back to his ass. I pulled his cheeks apart and ran my tongue around his tight hole.
He groaned. “Jesus, Dec, you’re driving me crazy.”
I wanted him so fucking bad. I crawled over to the nightstand and took out some lube and a condom. He turned to look at me. “I love you, Dec.”
I leaned down and kissed him. “I fucking love you too, Andy.” I rolled on a condom and then squeezed some lube out and covered my cock with it. I pressed a finger inside him and then added another. He groaned as I removed them and pressed the tip of my cock inside him.
I pushed further in until he cried out. “Fuck, Declan!”
“Andy, so fucking good. You’re so tight. I don’t want to ever stop fucking you,” I said as I began to move. It was the best thing I’d ever felt. I rolled us over on our sides while we were still connected and palmed his hard cock with one hand and wrapped the other around his chest.
“Jesus, Dec. I’m gonna cum. Cum with me.” I pressed myself in as deep as I could and exploded inside him. I came over and over pulsing inside him.
I’d never felt so close to anyone in my life. Everything about being with Andy was right. He and I were meant to be together. I don’t know why I doubted it for even a second. We drifted off to sleep.
I woke up at some point during the night. Andy’s chest was pressed up against my back. His arm was wrapped around my waist, his hand stroked my cock. I felt his slick lubed finger between my ass cheeks pressing against me. I moaned as I felt his finger move deep inside me. He whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you, Declan. I want to be the first and last person ever inside you.” I nodded my head as I felt his finger reach a place of pleasure that I’d never felt before.
“Fucking hell, Andy,” I growled as he pushed another finger in stretching me out. I gasped when he pulled them out.
“Roll on your back, Declan, I want to look at your perfect face while we make love.”
He knelt between my legs and pushed my knees up as he pushed into me. There was a stinging pain and I cried out. But then the pleasure came as I felt him press against me in just the right spot. “Fuck, Andy. I love you,” I whispered breathlessly. I looked up at him and I could see the love in his eyes as he moved in and out of me.
“I love you too, Declan,” he rasped as I felt him cum inside me. I looked down as he stroked my cock and I watched my cum spurt all over his perfect hand. I never thought I’d let a man fuck me. But Andy owned me, body and soul.
“You're mine, Andy.”
“I know, Dec. I’ve always been yours. Even when you didn’t want me,” he said, breathing hard as he collapsed on the bed beside me.
“I always wanted you, Andy. I just didn't know how to admit it.” I pulled him against my chest.
He turned toward me. “What made you realize? How did you finally know?
I laughed. “Emily told me I should marry you.”
He looked at me like I was crazy. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“I have no idea. She just said it out of the blue yesterday. She said she wanted two daddies like her friend Jessica. And we were both like her daddies anyway, so we should just get married so we could all live together.”
Andy laughed. “Oh, My God. She has you so wrapped around her little finger. I’m just like the puppy, Barkley, or Jacques, the driver, or those thirty-three princess nightgowns hanging in her closet, aren’t I? I’m a present for Emily.”
I turned him so that he would have to look at me. “Andy, I didn't do it for her. It was just when she said it, it all clicked. I knew that's what I wanted. I love you, Andy. You're for me, not Emily. I'm not gonna lie, knowing that you love her makes me love you more. But this is us. We’re real, Andy.”
He grinned at me. “You’re a sexy fucking bastard, Declan Marsh.”
I pulled him closer to me and kissed him on the cheek. “I'm gonna marry you, Andy Walton.”
He chuckled. “Is that right?”
“I told you you’re mine now.”
“If that’s the case, you should know I’ll want more kids. Emily needs brothers and sisters.”
I kissed the back of his neck. “I’ll give you as many kids as you want, Andy.”