Page 47 of A Much Younger Man
“Did he figure out my feeding people kink and tell you?” I supposed it was inevitable given the amount of time I’d spent looking at Beck’s mouth—in public, no less.
“No. Um.” Beck glanced down. “He figured out mine?” Said like a question, the words had me scrambling for the answer. What? What did that mean? “May I have more, please?”
Bright spots of red bloomed on Beck’s cheeks, but he licked his lower lip again and opened his mouth. Stunned, I gave him another spoonful of soup, taking care to get chips and sour cream and cheese on the spoon with it. He took hold of my wrist and licked the spoon clean before letting me take it back.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
“If you think it’s weird—”
“Nope.” I hit the land-speed record answering him that time. “Honestly, I had no idea. About me, I mean. I can’t think it’s weird if we both like it.”
“Oh really?” he teased.
“It’s not like I’ve gone around feeding people like this. I mean, kids, yeah. Babies. Animals. But that’s totally different. There was never any…um—”
“Hope not.” His gaze dropped to the evidence of my obvious enjoyment where it tented my sweats.
“Yeah, well. But—”
“Oh, here it comes,” he said unhappily.
“That’s probably why I lost my cool the other night. Because of this…thing—” I motioned between us. “I’m completely uncomfortable with taking advantage of someone so much younger.”
His lips pursed delightfully. “Oh. Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Sure.” He sighed. “If you push me away without being a douche canoe, that’s okay. I get it.”
Well, that was easy.Too easy?It sure as hell was.
“I really am sorry about last time.”
“I said I forgive you.” He took his bowl of soup and started adding things to it. “I wasn’t so sure about things between us either. I mean, you’re what? My dad’s age?”
“If he’s thirty-eight.” Was my voice unnaturally tight?
“Oh. Well, no. My biodad was older when he passed, and my stepdad is way older now. Must be why I don’t think of you the same way.”
“Here’s hoping it’s a little more than that.” I clenched my fingers around the spoon.
“You know what I mean.” He scooped a bite of soup with a chip in it and chewed it thoughtfully. “You haven’t started losing your hair yet.”
What?“Thankfully.”
He gave my hairline a squint anyway. “And you haven’t let yourself go or anything.”
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” I dug out a spoonful of soup and ate without tasting it.
His eyes went a little dreamy. “I imagine having all those animals to play with and feed makes up for a lot when it comes to younger guys, though. Does it? Do you find they’re able to overlook the aging, or is it like they say? Gay men over thirty turn invisible.”
“Enough already.” I had to admire his needling. “Brat.”
“That might be one of my kinks too,” Beck offered slyly. “I love being a brat.”
“Do youlove wearing soup in your hair? Is that one of your kinks?”
His eyes lit up. “Let’s find out. Do it.”
