Wynn was stretched out on the sofa when I came back. “I cleaned out some shelves for you in the bedroom,” he said, waving that way while keeping his focus on the TV. He said it almost nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal…

But when I entered the bedroom, I saw that he hadn’t just cleaned out some space. Almost half the wardrobe was empty, waiting for my clothes that were still packed into suitcases and stacked in the hall.

My chest squeezed, a lump stuck in my throat, and I fought against my entirely too emotional self. He’s cleaned out space for me—because he actually wants me to stay here. I’d thought it was a done deal, but now, with all these emotions flooding me, I knew I hadn’t been fully convinced. But I was now.

I walked back into the living room and around the sofa, to stand over him. He looked up at me slowly, almost warily. “What?”

“Thank you.” I sank down on my knees and bent forward to hug him. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you right now.” I’d very likely still be living with Alistair if it wasn’t for him. I didn’t even want to think about that, though, so I turned my head, seeking his lips.

He didn’t say anything, but he answered me with his kiss. It was hard and desperate and soft all at the same time and I fell into it, leaning over him, one hand slowly running down over his chest, stomach, and finally over his crotch.

His hips bucked, giving me a handful of what hid underneath the jeans. I want to make him feel good. The way he makes me feel. So I pulled away from the kiss and shuffled over so I was leaning over his crotch instead.

“Kasey?” He propped up on his elbows to look down at me.

“Shh,” was all I said as I unzipped his jeans and tugged lightly at them so they were pulled down to just under his arse. His dick was half-hard, poking slightly out of the boxers that had been tugged down too.

I licked a line from his balls to the tip.

“Ahh, fuck.” He fell back down, hips and neck arching. “Yeah.”

I teased the piercings with my tongue, licked the whole length some more, sucked on the tip… and then finally took him into my mouth properly. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he’d soon get there.

As I stared bobbing my head, his hands tangled in my hair—not to the point it hurt or to where he was guiding me, just gently resting there, almost massaging my scalp.

I pulled off him and moved down to give some attention to his balls, sucking first one into my mouth, then the other. I rolled them in my hand, squeezing gently, then licked up his already hard and spit-slick dick. I really like sucking cock. Especially like this, with someone I knew wouldn’t just leave me high and dry after. I could continue this all day, if it wasn’t so damn good. His pre-come was salty and mmm, I just loved the taste of it on my tongue.

“Want to come?” I asked, wrapping my hand around his length to stroke.

“Yeah,” he answered, voice strained, a little breathless. His eyes were closed, his hips bucking slightly into my hand.

I’d halfway hoped he’d say he’d rather fuck me, but this was good too. I could suck him to completion and get a mouthful of come at the same time. And it didn’t take long, because he was already close. A couple deep-throats, some more sucking combined with stroking him, and semen splattered in my mouth.

I sucked the tip greedily as I swallowed what he gave me.

“Fuck. Kasey.” He let his fingers untangle from my hair, arms sliding down to grab at my arms and haul me up for a lazy kiss. I stretched out on top of him, cupping his neck and the side of his face as our lips slid together.

Now this I could do all day too. Just lying on him like this, sharing kisses that ranged from closed-lipped chaste ones to tongue-diving deep ones. I was so in lust with this man I’d gladly give up everything just to stay in bed with him. We wouldn’t even need food… for a while anyway.

“How about you fuck my mouth today?” he said eventually, when he’d come down from his own orgasm.

My breath hitched. I liked that idea. “Yeah?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah.” And he sounded so sure and this was exciting, because this was something I’d never done before. No one had ever let me do this to them, it was always the other way around.

I rose up on my knees, unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my briefs down. My cock was already hard, slapping against my lower stomach as it was freed from its tight confines.

Wynn watched it with a small smile, then shot a quick look up at me.

I scooted forwards until my dick was within reach of his mouth. The tip tapped gently against his lips and Wynn parted them, letting me in. He bobbed up on down a few times, sucking me, slicking me up with spit. Then he simply lay back, parted his lips and left the job to me.

I braced my arms over his head, at the arm of the sofa and started thrusting, slowly at first, not sure how fast or deep I could go. But when he grabbed my arse and pushed me into going faster, I gladly went with it. His gag reflex seemed to be non-existent, because I could bury my dick to the root without him giving any protest. I wasn’t as big as him, but still, having a cock nudge the back of your throat was bound to trigger it if it was there at all.

His hands kneaded my arse cheeks, finger sliding down my arse to rub against my hole.

“Oh!” I faltered as the finger, slick with spit, pressed into me, but then I started again with new vigour. I was so close—

He didn’t swallow, as his jaw was still loose so I could fuck his mouth through my orgasm. And I did, gladly so, not stopping until I had nothing more to give. I slumped over him, resting my forehead on the back of my hands. My dick had started to soften and I pulled my hips back from his face.

He chuckled deep in his throat. “Fuck, Kasey, that was—” He wiped come and spit off his chin, licking it off his hand so he wouldn’t make a mess of it.

“You’re really neat, aren’t you?” It slipped out on a laugh as I stared down at him.

He rolled his eyes back to look at me. “I hate clutter. And messes. I’ve lived in shitholes when I was a kid—I’m not living like that now.”

So there was a reason to his almost-OCD cleanliness. I scooted backwards so I could rest fully on top of him again, tucking my head in the crook of his neck. “Is that why you cleaned out space for me? To get rid of my stuff?”

“Partly,” he admitted. “But I also want you to know you’re welcome here.”

My heart did a funny little flutter. “I already know that.” But showing it like he’d just done… I appreciated more than I could explain in words. “Want to help me unpack?”

So that’s what we finally dragged ourselves off the sofa to do. We took a suitcase each into the bedroom and flipped them open almost at the same time. I put away socks and T-shirts and underwear, whereas he’d opened the one where my clothes were wrapped around some of my DVD collection.

“What’s this?” He held one of the DVDs up. “You watch cartoons?”

“That is not cartoons,” I huffed, offended. “It’s anime.”

He gave me an unimpressed stare. “It’s cartoons.”

I walked over and took the DVD from him. “Anime is not cartoons. They’re totally different. Anime is a piece of art. It differs from other forms of animation by styles, methods, production, and in process.”

He sighed heavily. “It’s cartoons for kids.”

“It is not—” Had he never watched anime before? Didn’t he know how amazing it was compared to crappy cartoons I’d used to watch before I discovered there was something better out there?

“It’s about kids.” He pointed at the cover.

I stared down at it, and yes, the main characters were kids, but… “They grow up. And they save the world and shit. Except it’s a lot more complicated than that and I can’t really explain it without you watching some for yourself—but anyway, it’s awesome. Have you never watched anime? Seriously? Not even hentai?”

His expression didn’t change.

Now I was the one to sigh. “Well, hentai is basically porn. Animated porn.”

“I don’t like porn much.” He grimaced slightly.

My eyes might as well bug out of their sockets. “You don’t like porn? But—” All the things we’d done in the few days we’d been together… that was pretty porn-y. How could he not like to watch porn? Oh, the things I was learning about him.

“I’d rather read a good book, honestly.” He took more DVDs out of my suitcase—all of them anime. He studied the covers, glanced at the blurbs on the back of them, and threw them on the bed. “So you’re really into this shit?”

“It’s not shit.” I was going to show him. “How about you watch some with me? My favourites. I swear, you’ll like it.” Except I couldn’t make such a promise could I? It wasn’t like I actually knew him yet. I had no idea if he’d like the same things I did or not.

“We’ll see.” He glanced at me. “Footloose and cartoons, huh? What’s next?”

I frowned. How did he know I liked Footloose?

“You watched it on my Netflix, remember?” He reminded me, grinning as he straightened up. “Dance flicks and Japanese animation. What else is there to know about you?”

“Nothing. I think.” That was pretty much it. “Umm… well, I like to read fan fiction.”

“Fan fiction?” His eyebrows inched up his forehead.

“Yeah, fan fiction of the shows I watch. You know, when things don’t happen the way you want them to or you ship a couple that’s not actually canon, and… well, yeah, fan fiction is great for that. Also, most of the fan fiction I read are pretty sexual as it’s usually a ship between two guys. You can get lots of ideas from it really.” Not that I’d ever lived out any fantasies I might’ve had, or got from reading, but with Wynn I might just get to do it. “Then again, if you don’t like to watch porn, and only like to read good books, then I’m sure you don’t like to read erotica either.”

He snorted. “I’ve got space in the DVD racks in the living room for these.” He pointed at the covers on the bed.

“Oh, I’ve got more than these,” I warned, noticing how he easily ignored my observation. “A lot more. Not all of it anime though. I’ve got some films—I especially like superhero films, like Marvel—and series.”

“Now Marvel I could get behind,” he said, grinning like he was pleased he’d found some middle ground. “Action flicks in general.”

I liked superhero action, but if he liked other sort of action—explosions and car chases and whatnot—then I was out. Though action in a fantasy setting, like The Lord of the Rings, that I could do.

“We should have a film marathon one night we’re not working,” I suggested lightly, smiling down at my DVDs. I only bought the series I liked, after all, so they were all precious to me. Al had never been fond of them though, so if I’d watched it back at his place, it had mostly been in my room, on my laptop.

A strong arm slid around my neck, drawing me back against a wide, hard chest. Soft lips brushed my temple. “Now that we could do.”

I closed my eyes briefly as I leaned back against him. He stayed like that too, his cheek resting against my head, arm still around me in a loose hug.

“I like learning new things about you,” he said then, voice low and deep.

“Same here.” I smiled to myself. “And there’s a lot more to learn. That’s a bit exciting, isn’t it?” I knew the most fundamental though—how kind he was and how considerate of me, both in and out of bed. That he liked keeping his place clean and tidy. That no matter what people said about him, he had a big heart. Nothing anyone else said could make me see him any differently—because what mattered was how he treated me, and he treated me better than anyone had ever done.

He was like a knight in shining armour—the modern type, who was all dark and brooding and not shiny at all, but a saviour anyway. He’d protect me. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me as long as he was around. And he probably would be around for a while as we figured out this strange, new relationship we’d fallen into.

I couldn’t be anything but happy at that.