9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Adam

Me: Car! Carmen! Carmen Barry! I need you!

I'd hurried and gotten to Boston Common with a few minutes to spare, and I needed to tell someone about my night.

Carmen: Do you realize what time it is on the West Coast? It's too early. This better be important.

Me: I slept with Locke!

Instead of replying, my phone suddenly rang in my hand. I answered it immediately, hearing a loud, deep yawn in the background, and Carmen telling her husband to go back to sleep. I could hear her shuffling around, perhaps getting somewhere that allowed her to speak more freely.

"You slept with Locke? Like your dream crush, Locke?" Her voice sounded raspy from sleep.

"Actually, I slept beside him, but I only have a few minutes, and I knew it would get your attention. But…it was wonderful. He stayed at my place, and we talked all night and then fell asleep together. It was the sweetest, swooniest, bestest night."

"Oh? So are you two like a thing, then?"

"I'm not really sure, I think we're toeing the line, but I don't think I can be the one to make the move first. It feels too weird given his celebrity-ness. We kind of left it open for now. I know I want to be around him, and not just because he's my free pass. I like him, Car. Like really like him."

"Hmm, yeah, it might be tricky trying to navigate. Normal rules don't apply here unless he gives you the greenlight. Anyone who spends time with you is bound to fall for you, and if he already spent the whole night with you, I'd say that's a good sign."

"I hope so. I mean, even if it's only friendship on the table, I'll take it." Though I really hoped for more. "Alright, I really have to go get dressed for work. Thanks for calling, I just had to tell you what happened."

"I'm glad you did, but maybe next time save the urgent messages for a decent time."

"Yeah, sorry, I always forget about the time difference. Love ya, Car."

"Love ya, too, boo. Keep me posted."

All day at work, I had to fight the smile that wanted a permanent place on my face. Talking to Carmen, brief as it was, had helped me get some of my excitement out, but it didn't keep the memories of an incredible night from flooding back.

Waking up next to Locke, well…on top of Locke, had my whole body buzzing. I was worried that after a really lovely night of talking and hanging out, that I had taken it too far, but when he gestured for me to lie back down where I'd been, my heart soared. I'd nuzzled a chest or two before, but his body felt so perfect in so many ways, and I'd been able to sink fully into him.

Knowing he was trans, too, made it feel unique. I was generally a pretty open person, but there were some things I didn't dive deeper into depending on the company. With Locke, I felt so at ease, like I could tell him anything, and he would get it or at least empathize.

It didn't hurt that he was so fucking hot, too. Seeing him in my bed gave me all kinds of naughty thoughts, but I was proud of myself for not acting on them, no matter how much I wanted to. There was still this strange imbalance between us given his status, and I was trying really hard not to cross the line and come off as an obsessed fan. I was an obsessed fan, but I liked him for who he was as a real-life person, not just for his fame.

Getting to see a different side of him; the hesitant—socially awkward person he was when he wasn't putting on a show—had been incredibly endearing. It made me feel really special to get to see Locke in a way I knew most didn't. A sense of protectiveness pulsed through me when I thought about him. I might be a little guy, but the urge to keep him safe made me feel big.

Through the complex mixture of emotions I felt after our night together, the strongest was the need to see him again. Shit, to kiss him…properly. This morning's brush of my lips had been a test of sorts. A test of wills for me, because I was dying to dive into those pink lips of his but forced myself not to. A test with him, as well, to see how he would react. If he wanted this to be a friendship-only thing, would he pull away or set a boundary, even if we had been entangled all night? If he had, I would have respected that. I like being around him, and I would gladly take whatever he would give me. Except…he didn't push me away.

The longing and hint of disappointment when I pulled back made my belly stir, but I knew if I had kissed him fully, one little peck wouldn't have been enough, and I already had put off getting ready for work longer than I should have. Long enough that I had only been able to do a quick splash at the sink which had long since worn off after a hurried bike ride to work and a day of wearing the layers of my uniform, giving me a more authentic aroma for the eighteen-hundreds. My costume would be coming home with me to get dry cleaned since I had the next two days off.

When I got home, I checked to see if Kris was around. If she was, I would simply give her a heads up that I was planning on being in the shower for a while. Luckily, it seemed I was alone in the apartment, which meant I could take my time. Not only was I in need of a good scrub, I was beyond horny.

After a night with a beautiful boy in my bed, even fully clothed, I'd been lucky all I'd done was use him like a body pillow when I had been so tempted to use him like a personal grinding mat, too. Just thinking about riding his leg and feeling all that wonderful friction from his jeans was enough to make me squirm.

Unable to handle it any longer, I pulled out my box of toys—I hadn't been lying when I told Locke about it—and found one that would get me off quickly. With my air pulse stimulator in hand, I headed to the shower. As the water warmed up, I stripped and grabbed a bottle of jojoba oil to soak the TransTape on my chest. Once it was fully saturated, I stepped into the water and relaxed under the hot stream.

In the few minutes I needed to let the tape absorb the oil, I washed my hair and scrubbed. The anticipation made the need to come build in me, heat pooling deep within. I began to peel the tape, little by little, adding more oil to the skin beneath, until I was able to remove it completely. Next came the bandages that protected my nipples. After the five days I'd worn the tape, the sensation of the water hitting my skin was intense. The tender sensitivity served my purpose perfectly in that moment. Each drop and touch felt like a bolt of pleasure, just this side of painful.

Pinching my nipple, I moaned and felt that ache deepen. I grabbed the stimulator and slid it between my legs as warm water flowed down my back. It took a moment to get it centered just right, but as soon as it began to suck on my clit, a moan left my lips. Puffs of air pumped out of it while it applied the right amount of pressure. With my free hand, I played with my hypersensitive nipples, and my eyes closed of their own accord, my body twitching with the nearly overwhelming sensations.

As the toy worked, I imagined it was Locke's pink lips on me, sucking and pulling, making my legs tremble and my knees weak. With the vision of him on his knees before me, the desire I'd fought all night, the exposed flesh on my chest, the pulse toy…it didn't take long before I came with a shout. I braced my hand against the shower wall to hold me up as my legs fought to keep me upright.

Fuck! It took a few minutes of panting and trying to catch my breath while my vision cleared. I couldn't remember the last time I'd come that hard and fast. This particular toy was pretty reliable, but it was different this time. Different with Locke on my mind. Better than any other guy I'd fantasized about, and I hadn't even done anything with him. Not really. Only it felt as if we had done a lot more together than I had with any hookup. We'd been fully clothed but it still was more intimate than most of the naked fun times I'd had with other guys.

When I was able to feel my legs again, I rinsed off and got out of the shower. I toweled off, patting the angry skin on my chest carefully, and applied a balm to soothe the areas that had been covered by the adhesive.

My body hummed with satisfaction as I returned to my room and collapsed into bed, the softness of the sheets comforting on my naked skin. As I was about to open my phone to look for Locke's VoD of the stream I missed today, my eyes caught on the door of my room. Locke's jacket hung on the back of it. I swear lights shone on it, and trumpets sounded as if revealing a holy relic.

I crossed the small room and ran a hand over the camo sleeve of the bomber jacket. The sight of it bringing back the memory of him staying in my bed, of the vision of him that nearly made me collapse in the shower, and the sight of him as he first walked toward me in the park. Unable to resist, I slipped it off the hook and put it on over my naked body. The satiny lining felt incredible against my skin, especially on my hyper-sensitive pecs

Looking in the mirror, I admired the way the edges of it rested, just covering my chest with the center exposed all the way down. Locke was thinner than me, but he was taller, so his jacket hung to the bottom of my hips, and it looked pretty damn good on me, if I did say so myself.

Wrapped up in his jacket, I returned to bed, and laid with my head propped against the wall, letting the jacket fall open, just barely covering my nipples. I'd never felt sexier. Of course, coming off an intense orgasm might have helped, too.

The temptation to take a picture was strong, but a part of me felt like I was already stepping over the line…a little. It probably wasn't normal friend behavior to hang around naked in the other's clothes. Shit! I should take it off. But I was so cozy, and I snuggled into the camo jacket, wanting to stay wrapped up in the fantasy for a moment longer. At least I could let him know it was here, and if I had to, I would wash it before giving it back to him.

I knew Locke had done his livestream earlier while I was at work, so I opted for Instagram instead of Twitch. I hovered over his name for a moment, uncertain about reaching out. But he told me it could go both ways, and he had spent the night with me. Surely we were past the normal boundaries that should be in place with a celebrity. Here goes nothing .

Me: Hey, Locke. You left your jacket at my house.

It took a few minutes before he responded, and I wondered what he was doing. Was he working in his booth, filming or editing? I found myself wishing I could peek into his life outside of the streams, and well, my bedroom.

Locke: I did? Shit, sorry. I was a little…distracted.

Me: Good distracted or bad distracted?

I thought of the way he looked pained at the near-miss of my kiss. Had I imagined it, or had he really been hoping I'd done more?

Locke: Good. Very good.

My lips stretched into a smile at the memory of him not wanting to leave me. It had been hard to watch him walk out.

Me: Don't be sorry, but I have to admit that I tried it on.

Locke: My jacket?

Me: Yes. And…I might still be wearing it.

The dots floated in a very pregnant pause and I half-considered playing it off and removing his jacket to make things right. Or as right as they could be at this point. When he finally answered, my heart leapt.

Locke: I think I'd like to see that.

I looked down over my body, fully naked except for the bomber jacket, a thrill rushing through me, even as I felt my cheeks heat beyond my control.

Me: Well…the thing is…I'm not wearing anything else.

Locke: Fuck!

Panic seized me at the single expletive. I'd done it this time. Pushed it too far. It wouldn't be long before I was exposed on Dateline or something.

Me: Shit. Just pretend I didn't say that, I'll get it washed, sorry.

Locke: Wait.

I stared at that one word, my pulse beating out of control as the dots bounced on my screen.

Locke: I'd like to see.

Me: Me? In your jacket?

Was he serious? My skin warmed with the idea, so much so that the heat I'd expelled in the shower returned.

Locke: Yes, fucker. You can't just drop something like that and not follow through.

A loud laugh of relief popped out of me. Relief and excitement combined, making me smile broadly. Leaning back, I posed the seams of the jacket, so they left a deep V down my torso, nips covered, but just barely, and held the phone above me. I angled it until I had my head down to my navel in the frame and captured the selfie. I hesitated for a brief moment. Sending this would firmly remove us from the friend zone. I was so ready for that, but was he? He had been the one to ask for the photo, though, and I was all too happy to comply. Send .

Locke: Damn!

Me: Yeah?

Locke: Shit, you…wow!

I wished I could hear his voice or see his reaction because the text wasn't enough to gauge what he was thinking. The only way was to ask.

Me: Is this ok? Too much?

Locke: It's ok, Adam. More than ok. So fucking hot, just unexpected. Damn!

Relief poured through me that I hadn't taken it too far, but along with that came a need to know where things stood with Locke.

Me: So…I need to ask you something and I want you to know that there is no pressure or obligation and whatever you say is fine.

Locke: Okaaay?

Me: What are you hoping for between us? Friendship? Something casual? Something more? Or just someone you hang out with sometimes? The ball is in your court and I want to be respectful of your boundaries and not do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Like sending nearly-nudes.

Locke: Well, for one, I wouldn't be mad at getting more photos like that.

A grin began to tug at my lips. At least I knew it didn't put him off.

Me: I like photos (winky emoji)

Locke: Two- I'm not entirely sure what I want except…

Me: Except what?

Locke: I like you, Adam, and I really wanted you to kiss me this morning.

My heart thumped wildly. So I hadn't imagined his disappointment when I missed his mouth. Locke just said he liked me. The actual Locke.

Me: I can definitely work with that, but you know that whole kissing thing works both ways, too, right? You don't have to wait for me to make the first move.

Locke: Well…I might.

Was he nervous? The thought was rather endearing and very cute, as if I was the famous one he wanted to approach, instead of the other way around.

Me: I have zero problems taking the lead as long as I know we're on the same page and you give me your permission.

Locke: You have it.

Me: Then the next time I see you, I am kissing the hell out of that beautiful mouth of yours until neither of us remember our names.

Locke: Yeah. Ok. That.

I wore a huge grin as I read the desperation that leaked through those simple words.

Me: Now we'll just have to figure out when we can see each other again. Soon, hopefully.

Locke: How about tonight?

A laugh popped out of me, surprised by Locke's eagerness. Hell, I felt it, too, even after my me-time in the shower. Although the image of Locke on his knees made me all the more ready to see him again.

Me: I'm free. What do you have in mind? Do you want to meet somewhere or hang out here?

Locke: Would you be comfortable coming to my house? I still have some work to finish up.

Go to Locke's house? Fuck yeah!

Me: Are you sure you're ok with that? Because then I'll know where you live.

Locke: I trust you, just don't go putting my address up online anywhere.

Me: No fucking way. I want you all to myself. (Winky emoji)

The next message was his address. I stared at it in disbelieving awe. It felt like a sacred moment. The amount of trust he was placing in me was no small thing. Seeing the street he lived on, I realized he was only a few blocks away from me. I knew he must have been close with him walking to meet me at the park or going to Randy's, but it was surreal to see how close he was to me.

Locke had mentioned being from Boston on his streams, but he was always careful not to give specific locations, and all of his contact information showed a P.O. Box—not that I had looked him up for any reason. It made sense, of course, because he didn't need randos showing up on his doorstep or putting anything weird in his mailbox. He had to be careful as someone internet-famous, but unfortunately even more so as an out trans person.

Now, I was in possession of this personal information, and I was over the moon about it. Riding high on the gift he'd given me. I would be going to Locke's house. Holy shit! I would be going to Locke's house!

What should I wear? What should I do? Was this a booty call? Or merely a drive-by kiss? I wasn't opposed to either option, but I was glad that I had showered and cleaned thoroughly, and would be ready for anything. Not wanting to take his jacket off, I zipped it closed over my bare skin, and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and flannel pajama pants. I glanced in the mirror and decided it was too casual, so I swapped the pants for jeans.

My hair was trimmed short, so there wasn't much to do for it, except the longer bit in the front which I pulled upward to give it a little height. Looking in the mirror, I ran a hand over my chest, loving the feeling of the satiny interior against my sensitive skin and imagining getting to see Locke's gaze on me instead of just the text reactions.

Yearning to stand before him, I grabbed my bike and hurried down the stairs and cursed as I knocked the backs of my ankles with the pedals, but I didn't bother to slow down. Once I was on the sidewalk, I glanced at the map and took off. I could have walked, but I was too eager to get there and walking would have cooled me down too much, which was the opposite of what I wanted right now.

As I pulled up to the address he'd given me, my heart raced out of control, not from the effort of the fast pace I'd kept, but because I was standing in front of Locke's house. He was inside. Just right there. And here I was. After a personal invitation.

I blew out a deep breath, trying to force myself to calm, and walked my bike up his front steps. Leaning it against the wall, I rang the doorbell, noticing only one buzzer. I stepped back and stared at the building. It was a historical row house much like mine, skinny, squeezed between others just like it, only it looked like it was all one unit. Not one that had been divided into small apartments. I let out a whistle, then straightened when I heard the door knob rattle.

Locke opened it, peeking out cautiously. His eyes widened and a laugh popped out of him when he saw me. "That was fast. I didn't think you'd get here so soon."

"Is it okay that I'm here already? Or do you want me to come back later?"

His eyes trailed over me, lingering on his jacket. The street lights did nothing to hide the hunger I saw as he took me in. "It's more than okay."

I gave him a playful smirk. "Good, because I was highly motivated."

"Yeah?" He asked, looking hopeful.

I answered with a quick nod, before closing the distance between us. If he needed me to initiate things, I was going to initiate him so hard. Locke's eyes burned when I stepped up to him, mere centimeters between us. He stared down at me, gaze locking onto my lips.

Grabbing the front of his hoodie, I pulled him down, and pressed my mouth to his. He gasped against me and paused for a moment, before melting into me. Locke's arms wrapped around me and held me tight against him, and the kiss deepened. My head spun at the realization that I was kissing Locke. A man I had admired for years, had watched from afar, this mythical creature that existed in a fantasy world. Except here we were, the fantasy come to life. Those pink lips of his on mine, the scratch of his stubble against my face, the hum sounding in the back of his throat, the taste of him. It was unreal, and yet the realest thing I'd ever known.

We had only seen each other in person twice, though one of those times was an entire night side-by-side, not kissing, but now we kissed as if we had spent a lifetime anticipating this moment. I'd kissed a lot of guys, but none had been as desperate and as wonderful as this. My hand went to Locke's hair, rubbing up the back, making his hum grow louder as he pulled me firmly against him. The move made me inhale sharply as my sensitive nipples brushed against the material of his jacket and the pressure of his chest rubbing against mine.

Locke took my reaction as a sign to pull back, but I held him in place, not wanting him to move. He rested his forehead on mine for a moment before straightening. His beautiful blue eyes were lust-hazy as he assessed me. He looked as heated and hungry as I was both of us trying to catch our breath. My lips felt swollen from the kiss, and my cheeks were burning, undoubtedly red, and he couldn't seem to look away.

"Adam, that was…wow."

I grinned at his wordlessness, but I felt it, too. Was I even still standing on the ground? I took a glance down to be sure. My feet were on his front step; I just couldn't feel them anymore. "Yeah. Wow."

His gaze left my mouth and roamed over me once again. Locke shook his head slightly. "Fuck, you look so hot wearing my jacket."

I gave him a wicked grin and reached for the zipper and very slowly slid it down a few inches, showing off a peek at the valley between the soft swells of my chest. Locke's eyes darkened as he tracked the movement.

He put his hand on mine, stopping me from going any further as he looked around. We were still standing outside of his door, visible to any who would happen by. I hadn't planned to take it any further right there, but I was loving the way it caught his attention. The tease was a powerful tool.

"Do you want to come in?" His voice was husky with need.

"I thought you'd never ask," I winked.

Locke's hand rubbed over his crotch, sending a thrill through me as I imagined him physically affected after that kiss, I knew I was. He stood back and held the door open.

"I have my bike. Is it okay if I bring it in, too?"

He chuckled. "Oh! That's how you got here so fast. I was wondering if you had superhuman powers."

"When it comes to kissing hot boys, I am unstoppable."