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I chuckle. “I can be that.”
“And…I like you. Not in the I-want-to-be-your-boyfriend way, just in the…I don’t know, you-make-me-feel-good way. For whatever reason, you’ve made me comfortable from the start, so I was thinking…since we both know what this is…and since it feels like a safe place for me to do this…what if we keep hooking up? Like if I…I don’t know, get sex-with-a-guy lessons from you. We both know I’m helpless when it comes to flirting, and I want to feel like I know what the hell I’m doing if I ever hook up with another guy.”
The jitteriness continues. Why do I feel so restless all of a sudden? “You want me to be your gay-sex teacher?”
“Okay, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous, but…” He shrugs. “It’s me, and I’m ridiculous, so yes.”
I can’t hold back my snicker. “Fucking puppy.” I pull him closer, arm around him, and Theo rests his head on my shoulder. “Just sex.”
“Yes.”
“And it won’t fuck things up between us?” Because the truth is, that would devastate me. Theo has quickly become an important part of my life, and for someone like me, who doesn’t let myself get too close, that means something.
“Nope. Not at all. Plus, we get to have lots of good sex.”
“Excellent point.”
“I won’t mess around with anyone else while we’re doing this. Not because we’re exclusive, but just because…”
“Yeah, I mean, clearly, we’re not exclusive in the relationship sense. But I agree. Since we’re friends and all, it might make things awkward if we’re fucking other people at the same time.”
What.
Am.
I.
Saying?
Make me stop! But I don’t stop, not at all. I just…agreed to be exclusive with him?
“So…” Theo says, “you won’t either?”
“Nah, it would just make things weird.”
How it would make things weird, I don’t know, but that’s what I’m going with.
“Should we kiss on it?” Theo asks.
I smile and roll on top of him. “You can’t get enough of me.”
“We’re just sealing the deal.”
“Works for me,” I respond, then lower my mouth to his.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Theo
I wake up plastered all over Perry. For a moment, I worry I crushed him, but he’s still breathing and…is that a small smile on his lips? He’s sleeping with a smile, which is maybe the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Perry is a smile sleeper. Am I? No one has mentioned it before, but I think I’m going to ask him if he noticed.
I still can’t believe the things we did last night, the two orgasms he gave me. Feeling a cock against my own? Best. Thing. Ever. Seriously, who knew I was missing out on something so fucking amazing?
I look at him. Perry is on his back, head to the side, mouth slightly parted, and that smile I mentioned. He’s got a little scruff, and I can’t help but touch my face as I remember how it brushed roughly against my skin. It had been nice—different but nice—which is an understatement.
For a moment I consider the fact that I’m not freaking out at all. I wonder if that’s weird, but then, I don’t really care if it is because orgasms with guys is maybe one of the most fun things I’ve ever done. I regret I didn’t give it a try earlier, but then Perry wouldn’t have been my first, and I don’t wish for that.
I liked kissing him, touching him, and my dick’s already hard and eager for more—and I can’t explain it away as morning wood. It’s Perry wood. I chuckle, and he opens one eye like a pirate and looks at me.
