Chapter Thirteen
The Right Stuff
“Hi Kelsey. Dang, you look good.”
He waved me inside. “Thanks. I got a date tonight. Have a seat. Walt should be out in a minute, he’s got someone helping set up the new gym equipment.”
I followed him into the big sitting room to the left of the foyer. Which now definitely looked like a hotel reception area, the long shiny counter at the far end, tasteful and cozy décor with vintage furniture around the fireplace, a big, puffy white rug on sleek dark hardwood flooring. “The place looks great.”
“Yeah, it’s really getting there.” Kelsey stood before a large oval mirror on the wall, and I watched as he applied dark liner around his pale blue eyes. The all black outfit with leather boots was striking on his lean, pale form, and his typically moppish platinum hair was gelled into sleek spikes. “I heard you guys ran into Harry the Horrible last week.” Kohl-framed eyes glanced at my reflection in the mirror as he applied gloss to his lips.
“Yeah, we did.” I took a seat by the fireplace on a floral sofa. “He was irritatingly pleasant.”
“Don’t be fooled.” Kelsey smacked his lips, then slipped his makeup into a flat leather pouch and strolled over, sitting beside me. “I’m glad you were there. Walt told me you know a lot about his family already, but while we have a moment alone let me say this. If that fucker ever shows up at this house, and I’m not here, don’t let Walt go out and talk to him.”
“Okay. But Walt handled him pretty well.”
“That’s in public.” Kelsey glanced behind him, as though listening for Walt, then shifted sideways to face me, lowering his voice. “The man is not always that pleasant.”
“Oh, I know that,” I said. “Believe me.”
“Walt told me what happened when you were kids. Your wrist. Walt might not be a kid anymore, but now that he’s an adult he doesn’t fight back. Refuses to throw a punch.”
“He told me that,” I said, keeping my own voice low. “He also told me you stepped in when you saw his father smack him.”
Kelsey stared at me strangely.
“What?”
“He told you his dad...smacked him?”
“Yeah. The big final argument, before he decided to move to Gullport. He said you stepped in. Is that not true?”
“Oh, I stepped in all right. I used to work the front desk at The Cook Family Inn, and that night, I went to find Walt, because I needed help with the computer. And it’s a good thing I did. It was after his divorce so Walt was staying in one of the rooms there, and I could hear the shouting and screaming from outside the door. Thankfully, Walt had given me a key, so I could take breaks in his room when I needed to get away.”
“Had his dad already hit him when you went in?”
Kelsey gave me that odd look again. “Jude, he didn’t just hit him – he was using him as a fucking punch bag, beating the shit out of him. He was still hitting Walt when I went in.”
My stomach went cold. “Shit. Walt really downplayed that when he told me about it. He made it sound like just a smack in the face.”
Kelsey pulled his phone out. He scrolled through, then paused. A quick glance over his shoulder, then he handed it to me. “There’s your smack in the face.”
My breath stalled, a lump rising in my throat. “What the fuck.”
“Like I said. Walt doesn’t fight back. Hasn’t laid a hand on another person since he got out of juvie years ago. Sometimes I wish he would.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I muttered. The photo onscreen showed Walt, a head and shoulders shot, facing front. One eye was swollen shut. Bottom lip split open. The opposite cheekbone was also swollen and lumpy.
“I know. It’s not easy to see. There are two more, scroll through.”
My heart breaking, I scrolled. The next pic was a profile view, and Walt’s neck had purple stripes along the side, like he’d been strangled. I swallowed hard and flipped to the last photo. Walt holding his forearms up for the camera. From elbow to wrist, swollen, mottled bruises. Defensive wounds.
I handed the phone back to Kelsey and hung my head. “I had no idea it was that bad.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “But it’s easy to be fooled by Harry if you don’t know the gravity of it. He’s a fucking psycho.”
“I’ve never been fooled,” I said. “I had experience with the guy when I was a kid, but thought maybe he’d evolved over the years, at least a little. What is he, sixty-five?”
“Well, he’s a heavy drinker now. He’s come by here a few times, drunk off his ass. Calling Walt names, smashing windows. Then begging Walt to come back to him a minute later. Anyway, I know you and Walt are getting close. I just wanted you to be aware.”
“Thanks.” I looked at Kelsey. “Has Walt ever called the cops?”
Kelsey shook his head. “I tried, but he didn’t want his father’s arrest to affect Shea, and the restaurant. But this week he filed a restraining order, and a judge approved it.”
“Oh, good.”
“If he comes here again, he will get arrested. And if it ever comes to it I’ll testify against that fucker in a heartbeat. That’s why I talked Walt into letting me take those pictures.”
“Let’s hope he stays away and just leaves Walt alone.”
He nodded, then stood as we heard voices coming from somewhere in the house. Kelsey patted my shoulder. “I’ve gotta get going. Catch you later.”
“Bye, have fun.”
Kelsey left, and moments later a muscular blonde woman passed by the room, Walt behind her, opening the front door. “Thanks again, Kate.”
“Call me if you have any problems, and remember, all the equipment’s under warranty.”
“Got it. See you later, drive carefully.”
I smiled, unable to help myself. Walt was in gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt, and he looked absolutely edible, nice round ass straining against the fabric. He closed his front door, then yelped when he spotted me in the sitting room.
I laughed. “Did I scare you?”
“I didn’t know you were here yet!” He crossed the room and grabbed me, lifting me off the floor, then squeezing me tight. “Hi. Hi, hi, hi. I missed you.”
“Hi, yourself.” I held his face in my hands, my body relaxing at the sight of his beautiful, unmarked skin. Those photos still had me shaken. I smoothed my fingers over his cheeks, examining his neck, assuring myself there were no bruises.
Walt chuckled, then frowned. “What’s the matter? Checking me for hickies?”
“No. You better not have hickies, damn it.” I ran my fingers through his dark, silky hair. “You look good,” I said. “Healthy.” I stepped back. “How’s your hand?”
He flexed his fingers. “Perfect. All better. You wanna see the fitness room?”
“Sure.”
He led me down to a finished basement, then to a room off to the side, and I followed him in. “Oh, sweet,” I said. It was a full gym, tons of strength-training machines, a heavy bag in the corner, treadmills, free weights, the works. “This is great.”
“You think guests will like it?” he asked, running his fingers across a pullup bar.
“Shit yeah, I would if I was staying here.”
His smile was sheepish as he turned to me. “I wasn’t gonna get the punching bag. It was a suggestion. From my new therapist.”
“You’re already going to therapy?”
“Yeah, but not to the one you recommended.”
“Dr. Oliviera?”
“Right.”
“He really sorted my shit out when I was younger,” I said.
“I did talk to him, and he was really nice. But after our initial meeting he referred me to someone else. Guess I’m extra messed up because they sent me to the grownup doctor.”
“And this new doc deals with childhood trauma?”
He nodded. “Adult trauma caused by childhood trauma and all the cyclical effects. And she’s teaching me stress management so I stop hitting things.” He chuckled and glanced over at the punching bag. “Except for that. I’m allowed it hit that.”
I walked toward him. “I’m proud of you.”
He slipped his arms around my waist. “Thank you. You and Shea set me straight last week. I’ve been neglecting my own mental health while trying to fix my house up and look out for Shea and finish community service and...shit, everything else. But I feel so much better already.”
“I’m glad. I was wondering how you were doing when I didn’t hear from you.”
His brow lowered to a scowl. Fuck. It just slipped out, and now I wanted to suck the words back in, because they sounded needy and accusatory. And Walt looked bothered. Not just bothered. Kind of pissed. “Didn’t hear from me. Did you think I was blowing you off?”
“No.” I scoffed. “I just...well, I didn’t hear from you so I wondered. If you were okay.”
“You mean if we were okay. You’re really questioning that?”
I shrugged. “We only just started this thing between us, Walt.”
His mouth fell open. “How can you say that?”
“What do you mean? It’s true.”
“You make it sound like it’s just a normal hook up. It’s not. It’s us, Julien.”
“I know.”
“I thought you understood where I’m coming from. Seemed like we were on the same page, that you felt this too.”
“I was. I am!”
“We got intimate. Sexual. But it was more than that. At least to me. So much more.”
I warmed, moved by his words. “Me too. God, Walt, it was more than that to me.”
“You don’t have faith in me.” His thumbs caressed my hipbones, and it made my breath grow shallow. “Shit. You still don’t have faith in me.”
“I do.”
His scowl deepened, and his grip tightened on my hips. “Doesn’t sound like it.”
“I want to have faith in you,” I said. “So much it scares me. You still scare me, Walt, because I want that so much.”
He stared at me hard, and he didn’t look happy at my words, which confused me. I grew nervous under his intense gaze, letting out a breathy chuckle, and his eyes grew darker. “Sorry,” I said, though I wasn’t sure what I was apologizing for.
I wasn’t exactly small, and I wasn’t meek. But Walt Cook had an intimidating way about him sometimes. When he looked at me a certain way—the way he was looking at me now. Maybe it was that restrained edge of rage he had buried inside. I’d seen a flash of it at the engagement party, in those few seconds where he thought I’d decided to keep dating Shea—just a hint of aggressive energy leaking out.
But giving me that angry scowl, while his hands rested possessively on my hips, confused my reaction, and I wasn’t sure if I was afraid or turned on. Maybe both. Which was fucked up. I’d never experienced anything like it.
“I don’t see what’s funny,” he said.
“Sorry. You just look so serious.”
“I am. You remember where my suite is on the top floor?”
I nodded.
“Go up there and wait for me.”
My lips parted, heart skipping.
His eyebrows rose. He let go of my hips. “Go on.”
I took two steps backwards, waiting for him to chuckle or make some joke. But he just gave me that level stare. I headed out of the fitness room, then back up to the first floor. I stopped at the second staircase, gazing up and taking a deep breath.
He would never hurt me. Not Walt, of all people.
I took the first staircase, then the second, every creak seeming extra loud in the big empty house.
When I reached the top, the door to his suite was open, and I chuckled, because what the hell was I nervous about? This was Walt. Sweet, kind, Walt, who’d bought me slippers and cheesecake a week ago and said he wanted to make babies with me. Maybe I’d hurt his feelings by showing doubt. But how could he expect no doubts? He said ‘This is us’ but that was the point, the exact reason I had doubts in the first place. Because it was us, Wally Cook and Jude Applegate. Our shared past was a trash fire, and my talk with Lindy didn’t help the matter. Yes, I had doubts.
I walked into his suite, which was very clean. A single lamp glowed over in the corner, resting on a small antique wooden desk. Walt had great taste, I had to admit. Nothing was gauche or over the top, the way I perceived things in Landing. This house, this hotel, projected the real Walt Cook. The one I was still learning about. Maybe the one he was still learning about.
I walked over to the desk and smiled when I saw the open laptop. His background was the photo taken at his cousin’s engagement party. Me, Walt, and Shea. Walt in the middle with his arms around both of us. We all looked sharp in our suits, and our smiles were full of genuine happiness. The photo made me feel the way I’d felt at The Blindside shortly before Walt confessed his feelings. Like I belonged, and this was where I was supposed to be. That this made sense. This was right.
I was still getting to know the adult Walt, and he was both familiar and surprising. Comforting and distracting. But there was no question I adored him. I felt something deeper than I’d ever experienced when he was close to me. Like his energy could reach inside mine and touch me in places that weren’t physical, yet still sensual.
The balcony doors in the living room were open, a warm sea breeze blowing in. Night had fallen, the sky over the water deep midnight blue with a tinge of purple. I stood on the balcony for a moment, enjoying the view, then I went to Walt’s bedroom. A light was on, his wardrobe was open, and I stood before it, smiling, remembering trying on suits. Even before he confessed his feelings, even when he still thought I’d chosen to be with his brother, he went out of his way to make sure I’d be comfortable at that party. He’d cared for me even when he thought he’d never have me.
His bed was over by the window, and I strolled over to it. It was smaller than the one he’d had at age thirteen, this one just queen-sized. I grinned at the patchwork quilt. It looked like something a grandmother would make, a treasured object. More of Walt’s taste for the vintage showing. The mahogany bedframe looked antique as well, matching the nearby dresser.
The open window beside the bed faced the ocean, sheer white curtains blowing in the salt-scented air. I stood before the window and took a deep breath, raising my arms over my head. I wanted to get rid of these nerves. These doubts. They didn’t belong. I could feel that they didn’t belong, my instincts telling me to squash them and allow myself to believe what my heart was telling me. What I was longing to accept. What below all the doubts and other emotional crap, I already knew to be true: That I could be happy with Walter Hughes Cook, and that he could be happy with me.
In with the ocean energy, the calming power of the earth. And exhale...out with the bad energy and doubt. The negativity. The bullshit and false boundaries. I was here, at this house, standing in this man’s bedroom, because it’s where I wanted to be. And he was who I wanted to be with. It didn’t matter what Lindy said, and it didn’t matter what my doubts said. Outcome was irrelevant. The past was irrelevant. And there was no future. There was only the present. And in this moment, I wanted to be here. Now. With this man. It was my greatest desire, true and pure as the ocean breeze.
I slowly raised my arms again, hearing Walt come into the suite as I inhaled. I had a flash of self-consciousness, but I brushed it way, and exhaled, lowering my arms. Walt had seen me do this before. I’d used it to help calm him twice now. I heard a tinkle of glass, a crinkle of plastic, then footsteps as he came into the bedroom behind me. I stayed by the window. Closing my eyes, I raised my arms for a final inhale, to complete my meditative interlude. A powerful gust came off the sea and the gauzy curtains reached out, caressing my body.
As I exhaled, Walt stopped my arms from lowering, holding my wrists over my head. “I brought you champagne,” he whispered in my ear, then slowly lowered my arms. “Sit on the bed.”
His voice shivered through my body, and I turned around, but he was already walking away from me. A champagne bottle chilled on the dresser, and he poured some into a flute, glancing back at me. “On the bed.”
“Okay, bossy.”
I slid up onto the bed, adjusting a pillow and resting against the headboard. Walt walked over and handed me the champagne. “It’s the kind you like,” he said. “Same brand from when we were in Landing. You loved it, remember?”
“I do love it. Thanks for remembering.”
“I forget nothing.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and slid a hand up my thigh as I took a sip, bubbles tingling my tongue. “You, however, seem to need a refresher course.”
“What’s that mean?”
The moonlight made his brown eyes glitter. He didn’t look angry anymore, his gaze softened, perhaps pleased to find me in his bedroom. But his expression was still stiff with determination. “It means I obviously didn’t make myself clear enough the last time we were together.”
My dick twitched in response to his deep, husky tone, the look in his eyes making me jittery with anticipation. “What do you mean you didn’t make yourself clear enough? Clear enough about what?”
He reached over to the dresser and grabbed a plastic bag there, scowled at it, then put it back, sighing.
I glanced at the bag, a weathered looking pink thing with a drawstring that looked like it had come from some boutique. But it looked old and faded. “What is that?”
“Nothing. Never mind.”
“Walt, come on, tell me.”
He held his hands up. “I was gonna show you something but I realize now it’s probably a bad idea. Maybe you doubt me because you’re worried you’re just my childhood fantasy. But you’re not. I want to convince you that I want who you are now. That my feelings are real. But I don’t know how.”
I chuckled. “Okay, firstly, I am not worried I’m just your childhood fantasy, because I did not know I was your childhood fantasy. I only knew you were mine. What’s in the bag?”
He winced. “I don’t want to show you now. This was a bad idea. You’re gonna think I’m creepy.”
I lunged for the bag and he grabbed me, both of us laughing as he wrestled me back onto the bed. “Stop!” he said. “I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be! I’m not gonna let this go, so just show me.”
“Fine.” He released me, then snatched bag off the dresser, shoving it at me. “Go on. Look.”
I undid the plastic drawstring and opened the bag, my mouth falling open as I pulled out the tee shirt. My tee shirt. But it was sized for a much smaller person. Me, at thirteen. It was a colorful tie-dye, and I remembered it, though I hadn’t seen it in years. “Walt…holy shit.”
“You left it at my house. Out by the pool. I used to tell myself I was keeping it for when I found you to apologize. To give it back. But I was so afraid you wouldn’t forgive me that I never worked up the nerve. And now…well, don’t think it’ll fit you anymore. But it’s yours.”
I held it up by the shoulders, and was hit with a waft of coconut scent. “Walt.” I stared at him. “It still smells like suntan lotion.”
“I know.” He flushed, then chuckled, wrinkling his nose. “I never washed it. Smelled like you. It was all I had of you.”
“This is…wow.”
“Now you think I’m creepy, right? I swear I wasn’t sitting in a room pining over you and sleeping with it under my pillow all these years. I just…wanted to keep it.”
“Walt, you married someone else and have had a whole life without me the past fifteen years. I don’t think you’re creepy. I think it’s…” I couldn’t find the words. “Surprising and moving. I really never knew. I figured you’d forgotten all about me.”
He grabbed the tee shirt and shoved it back in the bag, then set it down. “Now you know.”
I let a breath out. “Yeah.”
“But forget about that. Forget the past. I want you to know now. If you’ve lost faith in me after just a week apart, then I need to do better. I’m gonna fix it tonight. To make sure you know.”
“Know what?” I was in part toying with him, in part exposing my raw neediness. I knew very well where this was going, or thought I did. But I liked hearing him say these things.
“I’m gonna make sure you know...” His palm glided up over my tee shirt and my breath caught as his fingers teased my nipple through the cotton. “That you belong to me now.”
A rush of emotion and excitement blew through me. I tried not to smile, but couldn’t stop myself. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I grinned. “I belong to you, huh?”
“You do. Have a problem with that?”
“Depends,” I said. “Who do you belong to?”
“Only you.” He peeled his tee shirt off, causing my breath to shudder. The slope of his shoulders, his tan stomach, the trail of dark hair that ran below his chest in a line all the way down, disappearing into his sweats. “I belong to you, Julien.”
My heart slammed in my chest, and I didn’t even care that he heard the whistle of breath leave me. “Holy shit,” I whispered. “I haven’t seen you shirtless since middle school.”
A sexy half-smile, and he chuckled. “That’s not what I expected you to say. You’re funny.”
“I’m not trying to be.” I reached out and ran a finger over his firm pec. “You have to understand. I used to love your body even when we were just teenagers.”
His lips parted, and he looked moved. “I used to love yours too.”
I grinned and shook my head. “Oh, come on. I was scrawny. You did not.”
“Oh, yes I did. Your smooth, perfect skin. Those little dimples on your lower back. Just above your bathing suit line. I used to think about licking them.”
My grin widened. “You did?”
He nodded. “Now take your clothes off. I want to see if they’re still there.”
Everything went silent as I studied his eyes, and saw that he was dead serious. I could feel my own pulse throbbing in my groin, and took a slow breath before sliding off the bed and standing before him.
Walt let out a breath of his own as his head tilted up, eyes following my movements, but he said nothing. Just watched, and waited.
I peeled my tee shirt off, then watched the way his eyes roamed over me, my cock stiffening at the pleasure I saw there. He reached over and I thought he was going to touch me, but he snatched the tee shirt from my hand and tossed it aside. “Keep going.”
Holding his gaze, kicked my shoes off, then toed them to one side. Then I unbuttoned my jeans, bending over as I slid them off. I pushed those aside on the floor, then straightened. In just my boxer briefs now, I stood before Walt, and his gaze roamed over me, one hand rubbing his own thigh. “Socks.”
I made quick work of peeling my socks off.
Walt smiled. “You have nice feet.” His gaze lifted to my face. “You’re not done yet.”
My lips tightened as I tried not to smile. “I’m not?”
His gaze traveled to my groin, where I knew he could see evidence of what this was doing to me, my erection straining against my cotton briefs. He smiled, then met my eyes again. “Those must be uncomfortable.”
“A little. Yeah.”
“Take them off.”
I shivered.
His eyebrows rose. “Take them off.”
I complied, sliding my briefs down and stepping out of them. Then, completely naked, I waited, while Walt stared. I inhaled sharply when he leaned toward me, but he only picked my briefs up off the floor, staring at me while he held them in his hand. “Turn around,” he said.
I gave him my back, my breath growing shallow when I heard the bed creak as he stood. I felt his presence behind me for a long moment, but nothing happened. A sigh leaked out of him, then his body was pressed against me from behind, hands sliding up my sides, breath on the back of my neck. “They’re still there,” he whispered as his fingers descended again, gliding over my hips. “Those lower back dimples.”
I released a breathy chuckle as his thumbs dipped into said dimples and caressed my lower back. That chuckle became a groan as his thumbs slid lower, over my crack, then both of his big hands were cupping my ass. My cock felt about to explode when his hot mouth found my shoulder and his lips drifted to my neck, sucking while he squeezed my ass. “Walt...”
“Shhh, let me touch you.”
I remained silent as his hands went exploring, gliding up over my stomach and chest. His tongue licked behind my ear as he played with my nipples, and then his arms tightened around my ribcage, pulling me into his body. I hissed at the press of soft material against my bare ass—his sweatpants. Then I shivered at the silken warmth of his bare torso, a tickle of chest hair. He held me there for a time, hugging me from behind, his cheek against mine. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” I huffed.
“Are you comfortable being naked with me?”
“Yes.” I turned in his arms and pressed my bare chest against his, holding his face in my hands as I looked into his eyes. He blinked twice, then kissed me, and soon our hands were roaming desperately, the glide of our bare skin igniting us both, and Walt urged me to the bed, pushing me onto my back and falling on top of me, attacking my mouth. I gasped when he gripped the back of my knee, tugging it up to his hip. “Wait...”
He went still. “Why? This feels so good.”
“Oh, I know. That’s why I want to feel all of you. Take your sweats off.”
His hair tickled my face and I could feel how excited he was down below, but his laugh sounded nervous. “My heart’s beating so fast.”
“Mine too.”
“You really want my sweats off?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure, you’re driving me crazy, Walt, just let me feel your cock against mine.”
He leapt out of bed and I chuckled at how fast he lost the sweats, tugging his briefs down with them, his cock springing free, hard and thick. But then he slowed way down as he climbed naked onto the bed, licking his lips as he stroked my thigh, then ran his hand over my stomach, and down again. His eyes met mine. “So smooth. Just like I thought it would be.”
I got goosebumps as he continued to touch me in a slow, sensual way, palms gliding over every inch of me, his eyes following the movement, taking his time. For a big tough guy, his touch was excruciatingly gentle as his hands smoothed over my shoulders, ribs, hips. The back of my leg and hollow of my knee. Up both of my arms. Like he was fascinated by my skin, my body. His touch was controlled, meticulous, like he didn’t want to miss anything.
His hands slipped beneath me where the mattress met under my lower back, then smoothed over the globes of my ass. I groaned, hips lifting, begging to be touched in the one place he’d not yet ventured. His fingers gripped my ass tight, and he uttered a low growl, shocking me by lifting my hips higher. He swung a knee over and settled between my thighs, lifting my lower body off the mattress.
“Walt,” I gasped when his tongue licked my balls. “Holy shit.”
He dropped me and his head came down and I felt his mouth on my cock, nuzzling and licking up my shaft, and I saw stars. Then his warm body glided upward, silky torso brushing my sensitive cock until he was on his elbows, looking directly into my eyes. “Say that thing again.”
I could barely breathe, never mind speak, my heart pounding. “What thing?”
“About what you want to feel. With our cocks.”
I smiled. “Let me feel your cock against mine.”
Reaching down between us, he lined his dick up with mine, then let all his weight fall upon me. He gasped softly and I moaned at the contact, the pleasure of feeling his sex against mine, but that pleasure skyrocketed when he began kissing me, holding my face in his hands, and rocking his body against mine, making the bed squeak.
I was afraid to move, afraid to do anything that would break this perfect bliss, because the way his dick was rubbing mine had me well on my way to climax, and it was gonna be a good one, I could feel it crawling through me, and it had me making desperate sounds into his mouth. His lips pulled back and he rested his forehead on mine, still rocking against me. “Fuck Julien. Feels so fucking good.”
“I know. Don’t stop. Keep humping me.”
“Oh, fuck.” He thrust faster, a droplet of sweat from his brow falling onto my nose. “I wish I could fuck you for real.”
My hands slid around his shoulders, stopping his movement. “You can,” I gasped.
His eyes widened.
“I want to give myself to you.”
“You do?” His voice was like sandpaper.
I nodded. “You can. You can fuck me.”
“Julien...you’re gonna kill me.”
“No. I’m gonna fuck you.” I smiled and he let out a breathy laugh.
“I could come just hearing you talk like that, how am I gonna last long enough to fuck you?”
“Okay, we don’t have to.”
“Yes we do!” he said, and I laughed. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to try!” He smiled and kissed me. “Say what you said before.”
“You can fuck me.”
“No, the other thing.”
I was gonna have to get a better memory if he kept making me repeat things like this. It took me a second, then I sighed, squeezing his shoulders. “I want to give myself to you?”
His smile widened. “That’s it. Now say it like it’s not a question. The way you did before.”
I slid my legs around his and tilted my hips. “I want to give myself to you.”
He moaned, eyes closing.
“Do you have any supplies?”
He opened his eyes. “Oh yes. I’m a bit of a sex maniac, truth be told. I have tons of supplies.”
My smile slid a bit, a flicker of insecurity trying to nest itself in my excitement. “Can you be satisfied with one person?”
“Julien!” He scowled, then shook his head. “If I’m monogamous, I’m monogamous. I want you to be everything. Please don’t doubt.”
“Okay. Then show me your tons of supplies.”
He grinned and climbed off of me. “Okay. But no judgement.”
I sat up laughing as he crouched down and pulled a large, rectangular wooden box out from under his bed. He set it on the mattress and I stared, agog as he opened it, showing me the contents. “Fuck. I guess you are prepared.”
“You just don’t lose your boner,” he said, grinning as he picked through the items, grabbing a condom and then frowning as his fingers hovered over a compartment with oils and lubes. The box actually had separate compartments.
I saw various colorful sex toys and began reaching for something that looked like a cock-ring before he slapped my hand away and shut the lid. He slid the box back under the bed then sat on the mattress, setting down a condom and popping the cap on a bottle of oil. “You sure about this?” His eyes softened as he looked at me, and I thought I saw his fingers tremble.
“Are you?” I asked. “You’ve never...have you?”
He smirked. “Had sex?”
“With a man.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s you.” He ripped open the condom. “Did you mean it? Because I’d fucking love to feel you inside, hot and tight all around me. But I only want it if it can make you come.”
My dick had begun to soften a little, but it sprang to life. “I can come.”
“You sure? Because I love that. I want your jizz all over me this time. I don’t want to do this if you can’t come.”
My breath caught. “It happens easier if I can be on top. If I can control the movement. You okay with that?”
He nodded, a flush climbing his neck. He seemed to have lost the power of speech.
“Lie on your back and get that condom on.”
He did as I asked, and the sight of a naked Walt Cook, lying on his back and stroking his cock, dark hair resting on a white satin pillow, eyes drowsy with lust...I wanted him bad.
I snatched the lube up and drenched my fingers, rising to my knees. Walt inhaled twice fast as I reached down and slid my lubed fingers into my ass, prepping myself. His fist squeezed his cock tight, like he was trying to hold back already, but his eyes didn’t leave me, watching with huge back pupils. Noting the sheer size of his dick, I stopped to add more lube, then continued to work it into me until my hole felt slick.
“I could come just watching you do that,” Walt said, his breathing slow and heavy.
I climbed over and straddled his hips. “Sometime you can, if you want.”
He smiled up at me with such happiness it made my heart swell. A breeze came through the window, tousling the curtains and cooling my sweat as Walt’s hands smoothed up my thighs. “Julien.”
I took hold of his cock, moving up the mattress until I was directly over him. “Yeah?”
“We’re gonna have so much fun together.”
“I know.” I put the head of his cock inside me, smiling when his back arched and his eyelashes fluttered. “We’re gonna do all sorts of things, aren’t we?” I slowly slid the tip of him in and out, taking deep breaths to relax my body, getting used to his thickness.
“I promise,” he huffed. “One of these times I’m not gonna say these words to you, but Julien...I’m not gonna last.”
“Then I better fuck you fast,” I said, and slid down, taking him in.
His hands slapped onto my hips and his abs rippled as his stomach tightened. His mouth opened wide and the cords of his neck strained as he breathed heavily. “Ah ah…no. Slow. Please.”
I nodded. Locking eyes with him, I worked to relax myself and accept the sting as I rode him ever so slowly. He was a tight fit, but just watching his reaction kicked my arousal into high gear, and I stroked my own cock, letting the pleasure mix with pain until I softened inside.
Then there was no more talking. Just the sound of our heavy breathing as we stared at each other, his gaze so intense and full of feeling I had to struggle not to look away, because it was overwhelming. Despite his concerns about not lasting, he stayed hard, and my leg muscles worked to keep a slow, steady rhythm as I moved up and down.
It went on for longer than I expected, though his facial expression began to change, lips parting, then brow tightening as he hissed. “Okay,” he gasped. “I think I can take it faster.”
Chewing my bottom lip, I grinned and picked up speed, loving the way his eyes glazed over, his grip tightening on my hips. He was panting now, and the sight of him started to push me over the edge, so I stopped jerking myself off, just squeezing my cock and riding him, praying he’d come first.
For what felt like a long time but was probably only a minute or so, we both panted and moaned, looking into each other’s eyes as I rode him, the bed squeaking as the breeze from the window caressed us.
The repeated friction of his thickness rubbing my prostate started to push me toward climax again, and this time I couldn’t slow it, so I stroked my cock faster, still holding his gaze. “Walt, I’m close.”
“We’re fucking,” he huffed. “I’m fucking you.”
“I know.” I chuckled, then moaned as his hips pumped up into me. “Are you close. Shit…Walt, I’m gonna…”
A frown formed between his brows and he said, “Come on me. Come on my skin,” before moaning then crying out as his orgasm took him.
His hips bucked as he stiffened inside me, and the sight of his face as he climaxed, his deep, hoarse cries, sent me tumbling into my own orgasm, and I stroked myself to completion as I moved on top of him, painting his chest and stomach with cum. Bliss traveled through me, nerves alight with ecstasy until I numbed out, coming down the other side, my head falling forward as my palms slapped down on his chest, and I tried to catch my breath.
Walt caught me by the shoulders as I started to fall down onto him. “Wait.” He reached down between us and pinched the condom. “Lift up.”
I winced as I drew him out of me, then watched as he peeled the condom off and gave his cock a stroke. Then he held the condom over his stomach, squeezing, juice dripping onto himself where I’d already made a mess. He smiled and threw the condom to the floor. Rubbing his belly, he smeared his cum into mine.
I ran my fingers over his sticky skin, and he covered my hand with his, holding it there. “You belong to me,” he said.
I nodded.
He reached for me. “Now come here.”
I pressed my body down on his, our flesh sticky and gliding. He rolled us over so he was on top, then kissed me, tongue devouring my mouth. He gathered me up in his arms and moved against me, kissing me so passionately I grew dizzy.
With a gasp he released my mouth, his dark hair damp and hanging down as he chuckled.
I returned his smile. “Happy?”
He nodded. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
“No more doubts?”
“No more,” I said.
“If you think I waited all this time to find you again just to...you’re mine now.”
“I want to be.”
“Good. I’m not letting you go.”
“Is that why you glued us together?”
He snorted and we both laughed. “Julien.” His thumb stroked my cheek. “I love you.”
My mouth went dry as I gazed up at him.
“Don’t give me that face,” he said. “What’s that face?”
“Uh…you just said you love me. So I guess it’s that face.”
“I do. I always have. I always will. If you don’t like it, tough shit. I love you.”
My eyes stung. “I love you. I love you, too.”
He stilled, brows rising.
Laughing, I said, “Why do you look so surprised? You just told me you loved me.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d say it back.” He chuckled. “I could tell you felt something for me or I wouldn’t have gone after you so hard. But thought I still had a lot of work to do before I got to hear you say that.”
“You make me sound like one of your home improvement projects.”
He laughed, rolling us onto our sides and squeezing me in a tight hug. “You’re a fucking project and a half.”
“Oh, you should talk,” I said.
“I know.” He snickered, nibbling my earlobe. “I’m one of those do-it-yourself projects that shows up in a big box with pieces missing, right?”
“No. I think you’ve got all the right pieces.”
His hand smoothed down my back, then squeezed my ass cheek. “Next time I wanna suck your cock,” he said.
I chuckled. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I wanna eat your cum. And then maybe I wanna try sucking your cock while you suck mine.”
“You’ve got a whole schedule planned, huh?”
“Yes.” He eased back and wiped my sweaty brow with his fingers. “A whole calendar of events.”
“Really. Did you have ‘Fuck Julien’ marked down for tonight?”
A breath shivered out of him. “No. That was unexpected.” He kissed me. “And perfect. I thought we were gonna fool around and I knew I wanted to get your stuff all over me, but I didn’t expect this to happen tonight.”
I smiled. “You like my stuff, huh?”
“I do. Especially like it mixed with mine like this. Next time I want us to both come just by humping each other like we were doing earlier. No condom. That way all the stuff will mix together naturally.”
“Okay. We can definitely do that.” My stomach growled, making us both laugh. “Oops.”
“You didn’t eat tonight?”
“I made a sandwich but only ate half of it. My stomach was too nervous after getting your text.”
“I’ll make you something. In fact, just chill out and I’ll bring you something to eat in bed.”
“You just want me to stay dirty.”
“I do.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned, running a finger down my sticky chest and stomach. “You’re fucking covered. Covered in both of us this time.”
I laughed. There it was. The semen smile. “You’re a strange one,” I said.
He shrugged. “Can’t help it. This is all new to me but I like what I like, Julien. And I like having your stuff all over me.”
I kissed him, and he drew me in. I got lost in his mouth for a moment, gasping as I became overwhelmed with feeling. “I like having your stuff all over me too,” I said. “It feels right.”
“Good,” he said, then chuckled. “Because there’s a lot more where that came from.” He hopped out of bed and grabbed his sweats off the floor. “Stay put. I’m making you a grilled cheese.”
“That sounds fucking awesome.”
He headed for the door then looked back and pointed at me. “Do not clean up yet. We can shower later.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Sighing, I rolled onto my back, arm resting over my eyes, and smiled. Walt Cook was making me a grilled cheese. And he loved me. Walt Cook, former humper of couch cushions and self-proclaimed sex maniac. Now he was all mine.
I really was the luckiest boy in the world.