Page 103 of Wants and Needs
And the worry is back.
“What is it?” I demand.
“I’ll tell you in just a minute?—”
“Carter, you’re home. I’m assuming nothing has changed since your message earlier?” Milton interrupts.
“No, nothing.”
“Here you go, Liam.”
He hands me a can of Coke that’s perfectly chilled.
“Thank you.”
“If you want to eat something later—” Milton starts, but Carter is shaking his head before he’s done. He grabs my hand tightly and starts pulling me to the stairs.
“Don’t worry about us, Milton. I know you’re excited about going to the theatre, so go have fun and we’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“All right,” he says, but we’re already halfway up the first flight of stairs.
“Carter, what is going on? Are you going to break up with me?”
That’s the only possibility I can think of. At least one that explains his agitation and impatience. But he just kissed me downstairs, so...
“No.” He scoffs and shakes his head while we walk up the second set of stairs. “In fact it’s quite the opposite.”
I have to think hard about that one. What’s the opposite of breaking up?
The only thing that seems logical is?—
“Are you going to ask me to marry you?”
Carter bursts out laughing and stops right in front of his bedroom, then he turns to me and smiles like Dad does when Liverpool wins a game.
“Of course I’m not asking you to marry me, darling. I wanted to let you know that I want us to have sex, if you’d be agreeable.”
He holds up a plastic bag that I hope contains lube and condoms, then waits patiently with that same smile for me to answer, but it only takes me about five seconds to get a move on.
Now I’m the one pulling on his hand, and the only destination in my mind is the shower.
“I need to get ready. It’ll take me maybe ten minutes?—”
“I’m doing it for you,” he shouts, though I don’t look back to see his expression. But I am getting better every day at interpreting his emotional state by the tone of his voice. He’s stern but not seriously or anything.
And also, it’s not like I’m going to argue.
I hear the sound of the plastic bag hitting the floor right when I open the door to the bathroom.
I turn on the shower and begin getting undressed faster than I ever have.
Honestly, I had no idea when Carter would want to have penetrative sex. I haven’t felt the need to analyze it because the hand jobs and blow jobs we’ve been trading all week have been more than enough for me.
But now, I’m more impatient than ever.
I look up for just a second and stop at the sigh of Carter shirtless. I spring into action and kiss him with everything I’ve got, and continue getting rid of my pants, boxers, and socks with my lips fused to his. He’s doing the same, so it’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but I don’t care.
It’s been years since I’ve had a dick in me, and of course I’m not counting the dildos because they’re just not the same.
