I knew that complaint well. My mom had residual hearing and was obsessed with Christmas music during the holidays, but she never ever listened with her devices on. She hated the way it sounded, so I’d put in earplugs and she’d crank the speakers as high as they would go.
‘I think it was too loud. Got weird looks from people.’ He pulled a face, and I wanted to praise him for being more expressive, but I didn’t want to draw attention to it either.
‘Fuck them,’ I signed slowly.
He blinked, then burst into laughter and shrugged. ‘Yeah.’ He settled back down against me, pinning my arm to my side. It was an unspoken request for silence, and I was more than happy to give that to him. I wanted to rot, and I was happy to do it while feeling his heart beat against my ribs.
Knives joined us a little while later, purring hard enough that her entire body vibrated as she settled in the space where our bodies were touching. Tameron let out another happy hum and snuggled her close.
It was nice.
It was too close to the fantasy of what I wanted my future to look like, but for the moment, I let myself bask in what could be.
“Hi.”
It had been hours since Tameron had shown up at my door, voice-off, anxiety high. It was strange to hear him speak now, but he was fresh from a shower and hovering in my bedroom doorway. We hadn’t established whether or not he was staying, but he had his shirt off and a pair of sweats slung low on his hips.
‘Come in,’ I signed.
He nodded, closing the door behind him, then he hooked a finger over his ear. “They’re on.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Feeling better?”
He let out a tiny puff of air as he nodded. He’d been quiet during dinner and tense while we watched a few episodes ofSchitt’s Creek, but he seemed…I didn’t want to say better now, but at least more relaxed.
And definitely more sure of himself. He walked over and spun me in my desk chair, settling his body between my legs.His gaze was caught on my crotch. I was soft but wouldn’t be for long.
“See something you like?” I asked.
He laughed and pressed the tips of his fingers to my shoulders. “What’s it like sucking cock?”
Yep. My dick was immediately on board. “Uh…do you want me to show you?”
“No, I…” He licked his lips slowly. “I think I want to see for myself. I mean, I’m familiar with how it works, but…was it hard to get used to?”
I touched his chin, drawing his gaze to my mouth. “About as hard as eating out a woman. So to speak.”
“Save your puns,” he said, and I burst into a small fit of laughter.
“Fine. Sorry. I mean it though. It’s different, but it’s not worse. And it’s not better. It might help not to try and compare the two, you know?”
He blew out a puff of air, then sank to his knees without preamble. I grunted in surprise as his shoulders knocked my legs wider apart, and he stared up at me with big doe eyes. “I get what you’re saying.”
Cupping his cheek, I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. His scruff was rough against my palm. He shivered, then licked his lips and reached forward, curling his fingers in the waistband of my sweats.
“Yes?”
I nodded, then gripped the arms of my chair to lift my ass. With a firm tug, my sweats and boxers slipped down my thighs and settled around my calves, and Tameron ran his rough palms up the insides of my legs.
I couldn’t take my eyes off where his skin met mine. He was more tan than I was, and there were flecks of oil in the cornersof his nails. His biceps flexed, the faint, fine-line tattoos dancing with the movement.
“I don’t want to get this wrong,” he whispered.
I lifted my hand. ‘You won’t.’
He nodded, then his lips parted as he took my cock in his hand and held it. I didn’t think I’d ever been harder in my life. I pulsed in his grip, the tip wet as he gave it a single stroke, then he breathed in deep through his nose, leaned forward, and fit the head just past his lips.
There was a slight graze of teeth, but I didn’t hate it. My lungs sucked in a sharp breath, and I fought off a lingering tickle from the fire. It was easy to ignore, especially with the way he was looking up at me again.