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“Siblings,” she shrugs. “You don’t have any.” “I know. I’m so lucky. You guys are all freaks. A psychiatrist’s wet dream though.”
“Sorry Engels, I guess no one’s gonna cook you s’mores.” I want to tell him you don’t cook s’mores, but Nate beats me to it. “You don’t cook s’mores, idiot. You toast them.” I have to hold in a gasp. I’ve never seen anyone speak to Jones that way before, but he doesn’t even react.
I try not to crunch too much or spill crumbs everywhere as I eat. Nate eats like a little bird. I like the way he chews, all polite and neat.
I pass him the phone and he gets this little frown on his face as he reads, and I tell myself it is not cute, even though it really is.
Nate laughs and actually looks shy as he tucks his hair behind his ear. I try not to think about the fact he looks good doing that.
Nate laughs. Fuck that’s a nice sound.
Jones waits until we’re in the car to ask how it went. “Good.” “Told you Nate was smart.” I’m glad he’s not looking at me as my face gets hot. “Yeah, he is.”
“I like people who surprise you, you know. People who aren’t who you think they are.” “Like serial killers.”
He isn’t how I expected him to be either.
“Don’t worry,” I say, stopping in front of him. “I won’t let you get hurt.” He looks up at me, his eyes huge, and nods. Fuck he’s cute.
When Nate looks at me again, he’s beaming and my heart starts to pound.
Nate shuffles his shoes across the floor. His feet are so cute and small next to mine. Everything about him is so delicate and graceful.
I gasp. Nate laughs. It’s such a nice sound, and his eyes when he laughs like that? Holy fuck!
“I’ve learnt that making plans doesn’t always work. Sometimes, having plans just disappoints you.”
I don’t understand people who say a nice cold beer looks delicious. A chocolate and macadamia nut cookie looks delicious.
He blushes and fuck me if that isn’t the cutest sight I’ve ever seen.
“So what? This is the first time you got a hand-job from someone else, you already score points for getting your pants off first.” My hand is still wrapped around his cock. He laughs and I bend down to kiss him, giving him a testing stroke before pulling away and asking if he wants me to go on. He nods. “Say it.” I whisper. “Yes.” Fuck. I pump his cock like it’s my own, watching him until he grabs my head and pulls it against his neck. Okay, so he’s too shy to let me watch him yet, we’ll work up to that. I whisper against his ear, “come for me,” and he unloads onto my hand, moaning my name.
Katie leans in and says, “he’s strong.” Yeah, lift you onto a tumble dryer to kiss you at a party strong.
“Jesse?” “Yeah.” “What are you wearing?”
“Sorry, baby, no, no I don’t want you to do anything, just do what you naturally do, it’s all good, I promise.”
HE CALLED HIM BABY
“I think I told myself I couldn’t be gay because of what my dad would think about it. But the more I think about it, the more obvious it was.” “Because of the Cher thing?” I snort. “Not that.” “Sorry, I was kidding.” “I know.”
As his finger breeches my entrance, Jesse slides his hand over my cock and oh. “How does that feel?” Jesse asks. “Amazing.” He smiles. “Good.”
“Was this before or after he finger fucked you?” “Don’t say it like that. And it was before.” “Why? What’s wrong with saying finger fucked? We’ve all done it. I personally don’t see the appeal, but then maybe I’ve been putting the fingers in the wrong place.”
“Okay?” He nods. “Words Nate.” “Yeah…” he smiles. “And that might be hard.”
I push a little further and he moans. Fuck me he feels good. So warm and tight…
“Harrison, do you know who your brother’s boyfriend is?” Can the ground swallow me please? Or her?
“Urgh, why do you have to make everything sound so clinical?” “Sorry, I have to take biology to be able to prescribe Viagra and anti-depressants.”
“Harrison asked me if I was getting ‘dicked down.’” Katie spits out a laugh before clamping her hand over her mouth. “Oh god, imagine if he knew who was doing the dicking…” “Don’t say it.” “Hey, you said it first. It is pretty obvious though.” “Bullshit, you didn’t know until I told you.”
“Are you physiatrist-ing me right now?” “Did all that dicking down knock some brain cells out or what?” I groan. “I should have never told you that.”
“No, never.” “Go on, just once.” “No, don’t… don’t do it.” “Just once really fast?” “No.” “Please?” “No, don’t.” “ITOLDYOUSO! Ah, that’s better.”
It’s so weird to see Jesse fighting. I hate it. It’s not who he is at all. And I know it’s part of the sport, but I hate it. I kind of wish he’d play soccer instead. Those guys fall over if someone breathes on them.
“I love you.” He doesn’t miss a beat before he says it back. “I love you too.”
“No, don’t fucking say it.” He runs his hands through his hair as he paces the room. “I can’t believe this, I can’t fucking believe it, he’s dead.”
I knew he would
“It does make it harder for me though,” he gives me a wry smile. “How the hell am I supposed to kick your boyfriend’s butt for upsetting you when he’s built like a six-foot-five hockey player?” I snort, “Jesse’s not six-five,” “No? Well, he’s close.” “Six-two maybe.”
