Page 62 of Meet You in the Waves
“Until me, right?”
“Yes, until you,” he laughed. I liked that sound, tangling my fingers with his as we lazed in the morning sun.
“And … you’re okay about that, right? I know we haven’t talked about it before but are you okay … about being with a guy?”
“Yeah, Nicky. It’s not something I expected to happen but I’m more than okay about it. I like it actually. Being with a guy. More than I ever thought I would,” he admitted, allaying the little flicker of fear that had landed in my gut.
“Yeah?”
“You want me to tell you all the ways I like it, huh? About how much I like it when you take control of me and own me for both our pleasure? Or was this just an excuse to fish for compliments about how much I love your big cock and what you do with it?”
“It wasn’t but I’m all ears if you want to talk about my cock with me.”
He laughed and I squeezed him tighter, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against mine.
“Will you sing for me, Ajay?”
He stilled in my arms, turning his head on my chest to look up at me. “What do you want me to sing?”
“Anything. You choose.”
“All right. Let me go get my guitar,” he said. I was immensely pleased that he had given in to me so easily. I had expected I would need to put up a fight, or at least beg. Which I had been fully prepared to do.
Ajay stretched out and then shifted his naked body off mine before bending down to pick up his boxer shorts from the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Leave them,” I instructed. Ajay turned to look at me, a perplexed look on that gorgeous face.
“You want me to play my guitar for you naked?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I chuffed. “Of course I want you to play guitar for me naked.”
Ajay held me eye, his gaze darkening in that way I had come to know well as a little smile tugged at his lips. He said nothing but he stood and walked out of my bedroom, leaving his clothes where they belonged – on my floor.
He came back a moment later with his guitar and I felt my heart rate rise. There was something about a man with a guitar that had always set my heart racing. Add in the fact that man was Ajay to the mix and well, let’s just say I was more than a little turned on.
He perched on the edge of my bed, spending a moment tuning the guitar while stealing little glances at me. That little flush had started spreading along his cheeks and down his neck and oh did I like that. Especially now that I knew that flush was for me.
“You sure no requests?” he asked quietly, biting on his bottom lip as he strummed some random chords.
“Whatever you want to play for me,” I told him. I was rewarded with that shy smile again, the one that only seemed to come out when he was asked to sing. Ajay played a couple more chords before moving seamlessly into a perfect acoustic version of Keane’sSomewhere Only We Know.
He started singing the lines and that was when things started to shift between us as those sweet, shy little glances started making my heart beat for an entirely different reason. He was … he was simply breathtaking.
How had this beautiful, heartbreakingly talented boy ever looked my way twice? He was way too good for me. Too pretty, too sweet, too perfect. Too everything.
I felt like crying as he sang to me, his voice a beautiful husky thing that blended with the melody perfectly. The world seemed to narrow down to that moment with this boy sitting on my bed,singing just for me. It was just him and me and nothing else on this earth mattered but us. It was the sweetest of moments. It was also the moment I finally acknowledged my heart was in some serious, serious danger.
Ajay strummed the final note as the dust settled in the air between us and my heart came to a slow acceptance of how it had just given itself to this boy who had come out of nowhere and tipped my world upside down.
“Fuck, baby,” I managed. “You really are something.”
Ajay just huffed a shy laugh but he didn’t contradict me which was a first in our interactions. Baby steps.
“Want me to play you another song?” he asked, brushing a curl out of his eye.
“I do. I want you to play a thousand songs for me,” I told him. “But I think I need to have you first because otherwise I might die of lustfulness.”
“You might die of that, huh?” Ajay smiled, still with that shy tinge that I was here for.
