Page 53 of Truth or Spare

“Theo!” Dewey’s hands wrapped around Theo’s head and he began to sing. “Oh, God! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Theo!”

It was music to Theo’s ears and it wasn’t long before he had eased two fingers into Dewey. He twisted his hand as it sawed back and forth, winding Dewey tighter and tighter until he was sweating and frantic. Theo thought Dewey was beautiful, with his thick, tattooed arms and wide, furry chest that glistened as it heaved.

“Fucking God, Theo! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Theo gave the head of Dewey’s cock one last parting suck, then rose onto his knees and reached for the condoms and the lube. “Do you think you might be ready?” he asked, quickly sheathing and coating his length, then settling over Dewey.

“Now. Please, Theo. Now.”

The teasing smile faded from Theo’s face as he slowly slid into gripping heat. But once again, Theo was more attuned to Dewey’s body and his reactions and was more concerned with his pleasure. The tingling heat coiling in Theo’s core was second to the goosebumps that spilled down Dewey’s arms and his strangled swears as he thrashed and begged for more.

Theo wasn’t about to let Dewey down. He dug in with his knees and bucked his hips as hard as he could, grinding against Dewey’s ass with each brutal thrust. Nothing had ever felt this deep, this dirty, and thisrightas Theo drove them closer and closer to the edge.

He was able to get his hand between them and around Dewey’s cock and all it took was a few strokes. Theo swallowed Dewey’s shredded cry, sucking on his tongue as they tumbled into bliss together. Bright, hot pleasure erupted in Theo’s core as he came, twitching and chanting Dewey’s name as he filled the condom.

“Mein Gott!” Theo laughed breathlessly as he eased out of Dewey and crashed onto his side. “That was… I have no words in German, Italian, or English.”

“Heaven.” Dewey rolled so he was facing Theo. He slid his opened palm under Theo’s, sighing contentedly as their bodies cooled. “It was just heaven, Theo. I’ve never felt anything as good as feeling you…there.”

Theo curled his hand around Dewey’s and laughed softly as he stared at them. “We have a funny word auf Deutsch: Zweisamkeit.”

“Zweisamkeit?”

“Einsamkeit means loneliness. Solitude. Ein is one. Like in English, there isn’t a word that is really the opposite of loneliness. But Zwei is two and if we double the Einsamkeit to Zweisamkeit, we have harmonious, loving togetherness.This,” Theo said as he nodded at their hands.

“Hmm…” Dewey was still and quiet for several moments, then sniffed hard. “Thank you for telling me about that while I was lying down.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

For a moment, Dewey was convinced he’d dreamt the whole night with Theo. His bedroom looked like it always did when he opened his eyes on a Sunday morning and the pillow next to him was empty.

“Theo?” Dewey called as he sat up and scrubbed his face but the house was silent. Then, Dewey heard a distant, happywoof!and went to check the window. He grinned when he spotted Theo with Walter, playing fetch in the empty field next to the house. Theo was wearing Dewey’s flannel robe and slippers so he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and his boots.

It was a brisk morning and Dewey could see Theo’s breath as he stepped out onto the porch. Theo turned, smiling as he waved and making Dewey’s tummy flip. Once again, he couldn’t believe his luck and hoped this wasn’t another dream. Dewey would do anything to wake up to more Sunday mornings like this with Theo and Walter.

“How are you feeling?” Theo asked when Dewey joined him. He was drinking a cup of tea and offered Dewey a sip.

“No thanks. I’m fine,” he said and chuckled as Walter galloped in their direction with a stick in his mouth. It was twiceas long as Walter but the old boy trotted proudly and held it high.

“He found that on his own and brought it to me,” Theo said. “You should have seen how excited he was the first time I threw it!”

“That’s great,” Dewey said as he lowered and accepted the stick when Walter reached them. He gave it another toss and Walter ran into the foggy, frosty field after it. Dewey stood and pulled Theo into his arms. “I know you’re partial to the Winnie and your privacy, but maybe I could entice you into a trial week with breakfast in bed and a long, hot shower.”

“You don’t have to cook for me.” Theo shook his head, frowning. “I can cook many Dinge and I can learn to make what you like. I don’t want to be a burden here, like I am at the bowl?—”

Dewey stopped him with a kiss, sighing contentedly as he cupped Theo’s cheek. “It wouldn’t be a burden. I’d like to do something nice and surprise you for once.”

“Wirklich?” Theo leaned back, beaming at Dewey. “I’ve never really done a ‘morning after’ and no one’s ever made me breakfast in bed. Are you sure it won’t be too much trouble?”

“It won’t be too much trouble,” Dewey promised, offering his arm and feeling a foot taller as he led Theo and Walter into the house. “Go back up and make yourself at home,” he said, stealing a kiss before giving Theo a gentle push up the stairs.

Theo lingered at the top, peering over the rail. “Are you sure I can’t help?”

“Go on.”

In the kitchen, Dewey whistled cheerfully as he whisked eggs for their omelettes with the hand mixer Bryce gave him for Christmas. He put together a berry salad and toasted slices of Cassie’s sourdough bread. Dewey thought Theo’s plate looked pretty decent as he carried it up on a tray. He’d used his mother’sspecial china, silverware, and napkins, smiling as he thought of her.

She died when he was just twelve, after her car lost control during a storm and crashed. But he remembered how romantic she was and imagined that she’d be proud of him. She often treated his father to breakfast in bed on Sundays, because it was the only day he could sleep in. She’d put flowers on the tray in the spring and summer and cookies for his coffee in the colder months.

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