ask. My thumb and index finger tipped his chin. I loved the feeling of his whiskers and the way they tickled my skin. Feeling the stubble left no doubts that I was lying with another man, and I loved the arousal that thought stirred inside of me.
“Fletch, talk to me,” Dallas urged. “Are you freaking out because I sucked your dick?”
I shook my head. “Not at all,” I admitted. “I’m completely blissed-out about that.”
“Then what is it?” The concern was still clouding Dallas’s eyes.
My eyes met his, and I found genuine affection in his serene baby blues. “Are you hooking up with other guys or anyone besides me?” I asked quietly. “I mean, I know I have no rights over you, but I wanted to know where we stood.” His gaze turned intense, and he shook his head with conviction.
“I realized a few weeks ago that I didn’t want to be with anyone other than you,” Dallas admitted, “but if you’re feeling the need—or maybe you’re curious to be with another guy then—”
“I definitely don’t want to be with another guy, Dal,” I cut him off. “I’m having way too much fun with you.”
Dallas’s smile lit his entire face with a brilliant glow. “I love it when you call me Dal,” he admitted. “My mother used to call me Dally sometimes when I was little, but I didn’t care for it. I thought it made me sound like a pissant kid, but the way you say Dal is so sexy.” Dallas’s gaze seemed to suddenly catch on the alarm clock sitting on the table beside the bed, and he flinched. “Is that the correct time?”
“Yeah, it should be,” I said.
“Shit, I’ve got to head home,” Dallas said as he rolled off the bed to find his clothes. “My father is going to think I got into trouble or something. I’m not on probation anymore, but he still worries I’ll fuck up and end up back in jail.”
I got out of bed, too, and pulled on my boxer briefs and then watched Dallas finish getting dressed. “Does your father know about us?” I asked.
“He knows we hang out,” Dallas explained, “but he doesn’t know we’re messing around. It’s not his business to know that part of my life.”
“Okay, that’s cool,” I said and slowly opened my bedroom door. Once Dallas had all his clothing put back into place we moved out of my room. The hallway was dark, as was the rest of the apartment except for a small lamp that I must have left on in the living room. I could see the dull glow from it where we stood near the bathroom. The blackness around us only served to accentuate what little light there was illuminating the hall, and it was all streaming out from under Mike’s bedroom door like the beacon of a coastal lighthouse. That could only mean one thing.
Fuck! He’s home.
Dallas ordered an Uber while we walked quietly down the hall and away from Mike’s room. I chanced a quick kiss with him at my apartment door before he slipped out into the night, then closed and locked it behind him. Ten minutes ago, I was filled with such a great sense of peace, but now all I could think about was how long Mike had been home, and did he hear Dallas and me fucking around in my bedroom? I guess all I could do now was wait and see if he said anything about it.
I walked back into my room and slipped beneath sheets, which smelled like Dallas. I pressed my face into the pillow he used, still damp from his wet hair, and inhaled the scent of my soap and shampoo. Funny how they smelled so much better on him than on me. I wasn’t sure how to label what I was feeling, but I was definitely happy and loved spending whatever free time I had with Dallas. I’d be seriously pissed off if what I had growing with him imploded from outsiders offering their unwanted opinions. I wanted to see where things would go and if maybe we’d become more of a real couple. Would we start telling people we were together? Was I going to have to come out as being bi?
At least I had no family to speak of who’d be expecting me to formally out myself to them. I’d had the passing thought of maybe looking them up if Rocktoberfest was a success to show them how I’d achieved