Sugar and Ice - RJ Scott Page 0,55
when we were five, but the memory of his saggy ass was enough to make my dick go soft.
Just in time for the soft knock. I called for him to enter, then realized that I’d not propped the door open as I had previously. I rose and went to open the door. He gave me a wry smile, then entered, his tablet in his hand, the smell of his lemony-orange shampoo and body wash wafting off of him as he passed.
“No sitting in the chair being all dom/sub this time?” he asked when he hit the small lounge area and turned to face me.
“I forget to prop open the door. Were you hoping for that scenario?”
“Maybe.”
“Next time, Zvedva moya. Where is your cat?”
“Sleeping on my bed. I left a do not disturb sign on the door.”
I nodded, then waved at the bed before I dropped my sore, weary ass back into the chair in the corner. Marco had gotten a few good punches in. I felt them in my jaw and lower back. I would wake up with bruises which was business as usual. “Sit. You said you wished to talk?”
He tossed the tablet to the tiny wooden desk, walked to me, fell to his knees, and placed his cheek on my thigh. It was an incredibly touching gesture, one that stirred up hot, slick yearnings. He was learning how to play me. I liked it although I would never confess to that. I ran a finger along his jaw, tracing the bone under the skin.
“Have you come to tell me that you have decided my foolishness no longer appeals?” I gave voice to the screaming fear living deep in my breast.
“No. Of course not.” His lashes fluttered as the tips of my fingers moved along the bridge of his nose. “We do need to talk about your jealousy. It’s flattering at first but then it becomes…”
He let it dangle. I drew in a long breath through my nose. “Yes, it becomes problematic. I have been thinking about my insecurities when it comes to you.” His sleepy eyes flew open. “Don’t look so surprised, my star. No other man has captured my heart as you have so I had no cares what they did or with whom. You…” I outlined his sexy lips. His tongue darted out to flick at my finger as it moved across the seam. “You own me even though I am the one who is supposed to be in total control. I see you with younger men, men your own age, men who are able to be out, who could give you the life that you should have, and I fear. I fear that you will grow tired of me, of my inability to be an out gay man. Losing you would kill me.”
He pushed up from the floor, his gaze holding mine, and straddled me. I cupped his ass as he sat on my thighs. His hands cradled my face. I stared into his eyes. Such gorgeous eyes. Bright and dark, they enraptured me.
“I’m not going anywhere. I love you. What we have is private. I’m good with that, honestly, no don’t scowl.” He leaned in to brush his lips over mine. “It’s true. I’m all over being in the spotlight. I’m good keeping us to us. I know you being out might bring some hatred down on your family. That would kill me knowing that I’d been a pushy brat and demanded that of you. So, it’s just us being private for however long we have to be. If that’s when you retire, in like twenty years, then that’s cool. I’m not going anywhere.”
“If you could feel the aches I’m feeling right now you’d say retirement should happen next week,” I joked weakly, giving his high, tight ass a squeeze. “I will work on being less stupid. Give me time to adjust to loving someone.”
He swept his lips over mine again, a soft whisper of a kiss that said more delights were to come.
“We’ll work it out together. Just the two of us.”
“But there are others who know, Tate,” I reminded him, kneading the hard buttocks resting in my palms. “Eli, Colorado. Do others suspect?”
His fingers rested on my cheekbones, his thumbs under my chin. “Maybe we need to talk to them. The ones who are going to see us together the most. Just our friends. Ask them to keep it quiet. They’d do that for us. For you especially. They love their captain