Page 47 of It Starts With Summer

“Ravi.”My voice broke, husky with need, “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

He froze, his hand on a lamp, and turned to me, his eyes darkening with lust.I could see his cock swelling and tenting his shorts, and it only fueled my own arousal.Biting my lip, I rolled over onto all fours, arching my back and presenting my ass for him.He walked over and stroked a hand over my curves.

“So pretty like this,” he murmured.“So tempting.And you have way too many clothes on.”His hand paused, cupping my ass.

“So you’ll fuck me?”

“We both need to prepare,” he said, sounding both excited and nervous.“Perhaps after we both shower?”

“Sure.”I was trying to sound casual but failing miserably as I sighed, shaking my head.“Take your time.I can be patient.I love you so much, Ravi, and I want to feel that connection.There’s nothing like having you buried inside me.”

“Well, I don’t feel very patient now, but do you need to prep, er, your hole somehow?”

I nodded.“I like to, especially if that helps you feel more comfortable.”

“Yes.Let’s do everything perfectly,” Ravi nodded, still running his fingers over the textured fabric of the lampshade.Abruptly, Ravi turned and rushed into the bathroom, and I heard the shower start up.I smiled, knowing that our first time together was going to be something special.

A light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.My heart skipped a beat, wondering who it could be.I got up from the bed and went to answer it, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“Hey, Parker,” Ravi called out from the bathroom.“Do you want to stick your cock in me, too?”

“Next time.Or whenever you’re ready,” I yelled back as I walked to the door, thinking about the way Sutton had unconditionally refused to top.Ravi seemed open to everything.“I want you inside me first.”

There was another knock, and I opened the door to find Ravi’s mom, Prisha, standing there.My cheeks flushed as I realized what I’d just yelled.She smiled tightly at me and asked, “May we talk for a moment?”

“Of course.”Nervously, I stepped aside to let her in.She walked over to an armchair and took a seat, waiting for me to join her.As I sat down, my mind raced with what she might want to discuss, and I felt a surge of panic.Was she going to tell me that she didn’t approve of my relationship with her son?Or that I had turned him gay — I’d certainly gotten that before from parents.

“I wanted to talk to you about something important.When he was twelve, Ravi was diagnosed with level one autism.We always just thought he was awkward, but now we know there’s more to it.”She reached out and laid a hand over mine.“I know he should be the one to reveal this to you, but I want to make sure you’re clear on it before you fall for him.”

“Too late,” I whispered, smiling a little.As if a little news like that could change how I felt about her wonderful son.

“Pardon?”she asked, her eyes widening.

I cleared my throat.“You don’t need to worry.I already know about Ravi’s autism, and it doesn’t change how I feel about him.I love him for who he is, quirks and all,” I told her earnestly, wanting her to see how much I cared for her son.“Hell, I think I love his quirks the most.The way he’s so straightforward is refreshing after being with guys who play games.”

“He sometimes accidentally says things that are hurtful,” she said, smiling.

“I know.We have a whole system, remember?”

She giggled.“The potato thing?I liked that.Thank you for being so kind to him — you know, as a mother, I worry,” she said, relief clear in her eyes.

“About Ravi?He’s so lovely, though.Believe me, you have nothing to worry about.He’s brilliant, and he has this big heart once you get to know him.He’d do anything for the people he cares about.”

“That’s true,” she said, smiling, her eyes looking a little glassy with unshed tears.She blinked and pressed her index finger under her eye.“But I worry about him falling for someone who doesn’t understand him.”

Feeling more at ease, I shared a bit of my history with her.“Your family seems lovely, and it’s nice to know he has that support.I was eighteen when my parents died in a car accident.When that happened, I felt so lost.If it hadn’t been for my athletic scholarship at Stanford, I’m not sure what would have happened.And though I have had friends and lovers since then, I’ve never had anyone who truly understands me like Ravi does.And I want to be the same for him.”

Prisha’s expression softened as she reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze.“I’m glad you two have each other,” she said sincerely.“And I hope like hell it works out.You never know with young love.”

“I know,” I said firmly.“It’ll work out.”It has to.Now that I knew what life with Ravi was like, life without Ravi sounded unbearable.

The sound of the shower turning off cut our conversation short.The bathroom door swung open and a very wet, very naked Ravi walked out.“Parker, did you even pack any lube?”he asked, completely oblivious to his mother sitting right there with us.She started coughing, and he turned towards her, hands over his dick.It seemed like it took him a moment to process that she was there, but when he did, Ravi’s eyes went wide.

“Potato,” he yelped before sprinting back into the bathroom.There was a loud crash, followed by a string of muttered curses that made me smile.

“Uh, sorry about that,” I stammered, my face turning beet red.Prisha just raised an eyebrow at me.“I’ll go check on him.”

I hurried into the bathroom to find Ravi sitting on the floor, looking utterly panicked.His wet hair clung to his forehead, accentuating his deep dimples and those brown eyes that seemed to bore straight into my soul.Despite the situation, I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he looked, even when he was freaking out.

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