Page 31 of Stars Like Confetti

I swallowed Theo’s reply. It was true what I’d said that morning: I didn’t drink, but tasting the spicy sweet cocktail off Theo’s lips was a high I never knew possible. Their tongue slipped into my mouth, feeding me a taste of the drink that I swallowed right up.

Desire swam in my gut and surged south, but any attempt to ease the throbbing between my legs was thwarted by the padding there. I was milliseconds away from begging Theo to take me back to their cabin when they broke off the kiss.

“Move in with me.”

I could only blink in response. Had they really just asked what I thought they had? “Come again?”

The corner of their mouth twitched with a bashful smile. “Bashful” wasn’t typically a word I’d use to describe Theo Brealey but, in that moment, they were more vulnerable than ever. “Move in with me, Shea. Come to Georgia and live with me. Or I can come to Tennessee to be with you if this place is too painful or we can⁠—”

I crushed my mouth to theirs, kissing the words right off their lips. I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I wanted to be right here—with them.

Forever.

“Of course I’ll move in with you,” I panted against their lips.

I wasn’t making it back to the cabin. Claiming Theo’s mouth, I fed a hand between us and tugged at their belt. “Easy, little boy. Easy.” They blanketed their hand with mine and slowed my frantic movements. I whimpered, thinking they were just going to make me wait. “We’re being watched. Appears your new friend is a little voyeur.”

I didn’t need to turn to know that they meant Tyler.

“Eyes on me, little one.”

Like hell I would want to look anywhere else. Theo lifted the lanyard around their neck and pointed to the green traffic light. Tyler must have nodded, because Theo dropped the card. “Get behind me.”

I scrambled into position, spreading my legs to either side of Theo. Considering that I was diapered, I’d prepared for a long and frustrating few hours until Theo could properly undress me. They shuffled backward, pressing their ass into my crotch with just the right amount of friction.

I whimpered. “Da…”

“Shh. Undo my pants.”

Don’t mind if I do. I made quick work of Theo’s belt, yanking the denim of their shorts apart so aggressively that the button went flying and the zipper protested. My hand plunged behind their waistband, immediately finding a slick, damp heat awaiting me. I’d even caught them off guard with how eager I was.

“D-damn boy.” They sighed. “Desperate?”

You don’t even know the half of it. I ducked my head to latch onto their neck, peering up through my lashes to see Tyler watching us. We sat away from everyone else, nearly camouflaged by the darkness. But Tyler knew where we were. He sat alone, the entire crowd having thinned around him. Only a few people lingered, and one remaining caregiver who looked like they were about to fall asleep sitting up.

Orange flames flickered across Tyler’s glittering brown eyes. His hand was shoved between his thighs, adding pressure to the front of his own diaper.

I wondered what it would feel like. To be able to completely lose it without having to worry about cleanup later.

“Don’t stop, boy,” Theo panted.

I hadn’t realized I’d slowed down. Returning to my task, I sucked Theo’s neck until heat rose to the skin. Their pulse thundered beneath my tongue, matching the throb of their clit between my fingers. I tweaked their piercing, and their hips punched into my palm.

“We’re close, baby. You’re doing so well.”

“We.”

I ground against Theo’s ass in a desperate attempt to cease the ache in my own crotch. My eyelids fluttered, torn between watching the scene in front of me unfold or basking in the pleasure.

Theo’s breaths increased until they were nothing more than shallow pants. I pried my eyes open in time to see Tyler crash over the edge first. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he sank into the tender flesh to avoid giving himself away. His entire body shuddered with the waves of pleasure, and he trembled with the aftershocks. Blood rushed to his cheeks, and he yanked his hand away from his lap, his eyes darting around to make sure no one had seen him.

Theo jolted suddenly, clamping their thighs around my wrist. Their clit pulsed beneath my fingertips, every muscle in their body clenched with the effort of not squirting all over my hand. I came—hard—at the thought alone. My release soaked into the cotton between my thighs, warm and wet. I licked over the bruise on their neck to soothe the sting, then pulled off to watch their hips roll.

Then they gripped my wrist tight, halting my movements before I could work them into the oversensitivity that they loved.

“Take it easy on me, baby.” They tipped their head back, lips feathering across my neck. “No one consented to seeing my wet pants.”

Coming back to my senses, I pulled free of Theo’s pants. Tyler was nowhere to be found, and a few more people had left the bonfire. The flames were dwindling, and a single caregiver lingered, seeming to beg the remaining embers to extinguish so she could go to bed.