Page 44 of Glitter

“Later. We can do it later,” he replied. “For right now, come here, boo,” he requested, holding his arms out and inviting me to come cuddle.

Lying not quite in the middle of the bed, Dusti hadn’t left me much room, unless I wanted to be right on top of the wet spot. Stretching out on the mattress on the far side of him, I curled my body into his, pressing tight against him so my ass wasn’t hanging off the side of the bed.

His long, slender arms wrapped tight around my shoulders as our legs tangled together. Angling my head, I nuzzled my nose into the messy jumble of his curls. He smelled of sugar, sweat, and cum, and I inhaled deeply, wanting to fill my senses with the intoxicating scent of him.

We really should get up to clean ourselves up, but the satisfaction of an excellent orgasm and the relief that Dusti was willing to give a relationship between us a chance made me content to just stay in his arms for a little longer.

They also made me sleepy, especially after all of that physical exertion. I could feel my eyelids dragging down, staying closed for longer and longer. But before I could drift off into a nap, Dusti started peppering me with questions.

“If we’re going to be dating… Have you thought about when our first date should be? Where would we go? Who gets to pick where we go, and is there any way we could make it so it’s always my choice?”

Pressing a kiss to his temple, I answered, “We can go wherever you want. And if you want to pick where we go for all of our dates, you can. I’m sure I’ll be happy with whatever you choose.”

“Hmm… I’m thinking…probably not Glitter,” he mused. “Not for our first date. We should probably go somewhere a little quieter, where we could actually talk to each other without having to yell. And if we went to Glitter, it might be too tempting to forgo talking in favor of dragging you off to one of the bathrooms again.”

“Okay, angel. Like I said, we’ll go wherever you want.”

I agreed with him; the whole point of wanting to date him and not keep things purely sexual between us was because I wanted to get to know Dusti outside the bedroom. But if he were to pull me into a bathroom for some sex, I would go along with it. What else could I do? I was powerless against giving my angel whatever he wanted.

“I also don’t want to have to fight off the hordes of other twinks who would try to steal you away from me,” he said. “Not when we just started dating.”

Should I tell him that I wasn’t as in demand as he was suggesting? Most of the time, it seemed like I was the second, third, or even fourth choice, after guys weren’t able to close the deal with who they really wanted.

Nah. I decided to keep that bit of information to myself. If Dusti wanted to think I was some sort of sexy twink magnet, I’d let him keep his delusion.

“Okay. So…when? When should we go on our date?” he asked. “Tomorrow? Could we do it tomorrow?”

I was happy to hear him sounding so excited about going out, the only problem was… “I don’t even know what day today is,” I admitted. “What day is tomorrow? Is it a weeknight? Would you even want to go out on a weeknight, when we have work the next day? We could plan for next Friday or Saturday night.”

“You know, I can’t think of what day today is either,” Dusti said. “I can’t think when all my brains are located in the pool of cum currently cooling and drying on my stomach. Maybe tomorrowisFriday or Saturday.”

“Even better.”

After a moment, he adamantly stated, “You know what? I don’t care what day tomorrow is; I don’t want to wait. Why don’t we just plan on tomorrow and that’ll be that.”

I hummed against his skin as I brushed another kiss to his temple. “Sure, angel. Whatever you want.”

Just about to start drifting off, and assuming Dusti was too, I jolted when he suddenly loudly blurted out, “So does this mean we’re boyfriends now? Or are we ‘just dating’?”

With the way he added sneered verbal finger quotes to that phrase, I got the sense that someone in Dusti’s past had used it as an excuse to treat him poorly. But maybe not. I couldn’t know for sure unless he told me. Maybe he just didn’t like casual dating, even though he was all for the practice of casual sex.

Either way, nothing was going to change my answer.

“If you want us to be boyfriends, then that’s what we’ll be. I would love to be your boyfriend, angel. And if you want to call it something else, then… It’s up to you. Whatever you want.”

His arms squeezed tighter around my shoulders as he wiggled his body. I returned the embrace, running my hand over the small bit of his stomach not covered in drying cum.

“Boyfriends, then,” he declared, his voice daring me to object to his decision.

Yeah, no objections here.

“Alright. Boyfriends it is then,” I agreed.

Dusti continued to wriggle and twitch, and I got the sense there was more he wanted to say. And after a long moment, there was. “Boyfriendsshould go shower and change the sheets before they fall asleep.”

I wondered how long it would take before he stopped saying the word with that tone of voice—full of equal parts awe, like he couldn’t believe he got to use it, and fear, as though he was terrified somebody would take it away from him. As far as I was concerned, the awe could hang around forever. The fear…well, hopefully, that wouldn’t be around as long.

“Whatever you want, angel.”

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