Chapter 31

Chapter Thirty-One

HUGO

We spent all day together yesterday. Mostly, we spent it in bed. Not necessarily doing anything sexy, but just because we could. We didn’t need to be anywhere so we didn’t leave my house. It was the absolute best way to spend the first day of a new year.

However, on January 2, we head to Torin’s apartment because we need to feed his fish. He lets me feed them. I learn how to thaw the frozen chunks of seaweed, phytoplankton, and small fish pieces while the fish head thaws in warm tank water. It’s apparently important that we always thaw everything in tank water because using anything else could shock the entire system and kill the fish.

I had no idea fish tanks were so complicated.

Torin seems to know everything about it though. Every question I have, he has an answer for. Not just a guess but an answer. I myself watching him in awe. When he’s talking about his fish and tank, he’s so authoritative. He just knows.

We spend a little while doing his laundry and cleaning his apartment. It’s not big and we haven’t been there for any length of time for a while, so it doesn’t take us long.

“We should come here more often,” I comment as I put a new pink trash can liner in his bin. Everything is pink. I didn’t know half this stuff came in pink.

“It’s so far away,” he laments. “I’ve never disliked the distance quite so much, but now it’s just inconvenient.”

“I don’t mind the distance,” I say as I let the lid fall and turn to the next task. He has this tiny pink dishwasher that sits on the counter next to the sink; I’m fascinated by it. I rinse some dishes and set them on the rack inside. “When we drive it together, it’s not long at all.”

“But driving it back-to-back just to come and feed my fish?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Then we’ll make more of an effort to spend the night here. More time. I love your apartment.”

“Hugo, it’s tiny. Your house is so much bigger.”

Once I have the dishwasher as filled as it can get, I add one of the pods to the inside and shut it. There’s this funnel that you hook into the hole at the top to dump water in, then it uses the sink for the rest of its wash. I kind of wish I understood how it worked. I’d probably watch it like a kid watches a clothes dryer.

“Bigger isn’t always better,” I tell him as the machine turns on and begins its cycle.

Torin snorts. “That’s debatable,” he mutters.

Grinning, I turn to face him.

I’m naked, of course, while Torin is stripped down to his underwear. Since we were washing laundry, it seemed wise to put the clothes I was wearing in with his. That way I can leave the set I brought with us for another time. An extra set in case I forget one day.

He’s breathtaking. Especially when he’s bent over, stretching across his bed to make it and his little ass is in the air. I can also see his cheeks pink. Whether it’s from him implying that he likes bigger things better or because he knows I’m looking at him, I don’t know. Maybe both.

Crossing the room, I help him make the bed. It’s not a huge bed. A double, I think. Since his studio apartment is primarily dominated by his tank, I think he went with smaller furniture. His bed is small, his couch is small, his table is small. The only other thing that takes up some space is his computer set up. He’s definitely a gamer. He’s got three monitors on a long desk with a big, comfortable chair that looks like it can transform into a car.

Once we’re finished, we drop onto his couch. It’s only big enough for two people, which is fine. Works for me. His television is on the wall in a strange place, but I think it’s because of how the space is arranged. Torin explained that he tried to keep at least 2/3 of the tank out of the sunlight as much as possible. Not only to help prevent too much algae, but also so the black base wouldn’t get too hot.

“I really love this place,” I insist, looking around. It’s so homey. Cozy. I really kind of love that I can see the entire place from right here.

“Really?” he asks, skeptically.

Grinning, I nod. “It’s perfect.”

“You don’t hate the pink?”

“Why would I hate that it’s pink? You love it, right?”

Torin looks around and nods. “I think I could use a little more space, but since I’ve barely been here recently, it’s not that big of a deal. It means I can clean the apartment in an hour or so. Especially when you insist on helping.” He side-eyes me.

Smiling, I pull him onto my lap. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pull him against me and bury my face in his neck. He smells like flowers. And… skin. Fresh and sweet and beautiful. Just like him.

He sighs, his arms wrapping around my neck. I feel his lips on the top of my head, kissing me. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe this is my life.”

“I know. I love every minute of it.”

Torin nods. Because I have him so close, I can feel when his dick begins getting hard. I expect nothing less from him at this point. I love how he’s so turned on by me. His arousal fuels mine, and since I seem to walk around partially cocked since cuddling with him all those weeks ago, it takes nearly nothing to encourage my dick.

I drop my hands to his ass and cup his cheeks. His body seems to move on its own, rocking against me at my touch. My lips move over the soft flesh of his neck.

“Can I take these off?” I ask, tugging at his underwear.

He nods and climbs off me. I watch as he shoves them down and steps out, his perfectly shaped cock already hard and wanting.

Reaching for him, I bring him back to my lap. He adjusts me, putting my dick behind him so it stretches along his crack to his lower back. I wrap my hands around his cock, my thumb over his slit as if I’m plugging the top of a bottle.

His eyes are half-closed as he looks at me, filled with heat and desire. Reaching behind him, Torin grips my dick and holds it to his body with the base of his hand. He shifts his ass out and rubs my cock through his ass cheeks. His free hand is braced beside my head on the couch, our mouths hovering together. A breath away. Eyes locked.

That’s how we stay. Rubbing against each other. Breathing heavy. I grip his thigh, wanting him closer. I’m not sure how much closer. How I’d even try that.

But I need it.

“Torin,” I groan, biting his bottom lip and sucking on it. He moans. “I want to be in your body.”

A shiver runs over his body. I feel the gooseflesh under my hand. “You do?”

I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah. I think I’m ready.”

“I would rather you be sure.”

My mouth covers his and I kiss him. Needing him to feel that I’m sure. Even if I’m nervous. “Yes,” I say into his mouth. “I’m sure. Let’s have sex.”

Torin groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “I’m going to get ready then. In the bathroom.” His eyes flicker down. “It’s going to take a few minutes. Will you still be hard for me when I come back?”

My body shudders in anticipation and I nod. “I’m always hard for you.”

He smiles and kisses me. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I nod as he climbs off my body and disappears behind the only door in the space besides the one that leads out of his apartment—his bathroom. My hand grips my cock, squeezing it to calm down. I hear the shower turn on and tilt my head. What is he doing?

It’s more than a few minutes before he comes out. I’m practically panting with need at this point, as I’ve been working myself up in my head. Torin sets a towel on the arm of the couch next to me and kneels between my legs as he tosses a tube of lube onto the couch. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, filled with hunger .

“You’re still hard,” he muses.

I nod. That’s all I can do as his hand replaces mine around my cock. My head disappears into his hot, wet mouth, making me grunt. He doesn’t suck me for long, just a few minutes. Taking me to the back of his throat and back.

Then he’s opening a condom and rolling it down my cock. I watch, mesmerized as it stretches over me. It’s fucking tight. But not overly uncomfortable. He covers it with lube and then climbs back onto my lap.

My heart races, pounding like drums.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod.

“We don’t have to do this.”

“Don’t I need to stretch you first?” I ask.

Torin grins. “That’s what I was doing in the bathroom. Getting ready for you. And clean.”

“Oh.” My eyes drop between us. I can’t see his ass, but I’m ridiculously interested in this.

“I’ll let you help next time if you want to.”

I nod. “I want to.”

“Okay.” He has my cock between us, standing up like a really fat flagpole. “Hold yourself up,” he tells me. I reach for the base of my cock to keep myself in place. Then his hand goes to my head and he pushes me against his hole.

My breath catches and he pauses. “You sure, Hugo?”

I nod resolutely. Desperately. “I just… I’ve been so scared of the potential outcomes of sex for so long,” I confide.

Torin lets go of my cock and wraps his arms around my neck. “I can’t get pregnant. Promise.”

Nervous laughter bubbles out of me. “I think I’ve worked this up so much in my head that I’m… kind of scared. What if I don’t like it? What if you don’t like it? What if I mess up? What if… what if it’s not as good as it should be?”

His smile is soft. “There isn’t one way to feel about sex and certainly not one correct way to feel. However you feel is completely right. We’ll work through it. And Hugo, you don’t have to like sex. ”

“But you like sex,” I say.

“I like being with you. And if you don’t like sex, then we’ll talk about it and see where we go from here. I don’t want you to be scared of this. If we need to wait, that’s okay.”

“No, no. I want to. I’m just…”

“Scared. I know. Look at me.” I bring my eyes up to his. “Keep looking at me. Tell me how you feel. I need to know right away if you want me to stop. Or if you don’t like something. Okay?”

I take a breath and nod. Torin is the right person to do this with. I know that. I can feel it throughout my entire body. Not just the lust-driven parts, but every fear-filled corner of my head. “Yes.”

His lips meet mine as he reaches behind him again and takes the top of my dick, pressing it against his hole again. I stare into his pretty eyes and he stares back. I try not to pay strict attention to what my dick is doing, but try feel everything. His hand at the base of my head, fingers in my hair. His hot breath puffing against my lips. The heat of his skin. The way his cock drips onto my stomach.

My cockhead breaches his body and my breath catches again. Oh. Okay. Then I’m inside a little further and can’t breathe. Torin’s hand stops guiding me as he slowly takes me deeper and deeper. I feel like I’m being strangled. I’m not sure if it’s my cock being strangled or my throat. Either way, I can’t take a proper breath.

“So tight,” I grunt, a shiver racing down my back.

“You’re huge,” he says, a breathless smile on his pretty lips.

Deeper. Deeper. I’m struggling to sit still now. My entire body is a live wire. My head spins. He stops moving and I’m about to ask if he’s okay when I look down and see that his pretty little ass is sitting on my lap. With me buried to the root in his tiny ass.

“Oh, god,” I murmur. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not holding onto my dick anymore. My arm is curled around his leg, keeping him at an odd angle, but I can’t convince my muscles to let him go.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Me? I think you have something far too big in your ass.”

Torin grins. It’s happy and maybe a little drunk looking. “Ready?”

I nod. He rises almost entirely off my cock and slides back down. Every damn nerve in my body jumps. “I’m going to come,” I warn him. It’s too damn soon. I know that. But I’m not prepared for how this feels .

“Not yet, Hugo. Wait a minute. I need to ride you.”

I groan as he takes the journey again. All the way up and all the way down. Over and over. He gets a little faster, but never harder. Which is good. I think I’d lose my mind.

After several minutes, he stops. Panting. “Your turn. Take me.”

I’m moving on instinct now, rolling us so he’s under me on the too small couch. One foot is on the floor, and I have one arm still under his leg, with the other curled under his head. I kiss him as I begin to move inside him. I try to keep the pace and rhythm he’d set, but he feels so damn good. So hot. So tight. I can feel every time his body tenses. How his ass contracts around my cock.

Our kisses are wet and sloppy. He pulls his mouth from mine, his moans loud as he grips my arm. “Like that, Hugo. Fuck. I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”

I shake my head, staring at his face. If pleasure had a picture, it would be Torin’s face right now. I keep moving. Pushing deep into his body before pulling out as far as I dare. One of his hands drops to his dick and he jerks himself as I make myself at home in his sweet, sweet ass.

He comes, his body arching underneath me. My eyes roll when his ass squeezes my cock. I drop my face into his neck as pleasure sweeps through me. His sounds are drugs to my soul, making me shake with need. His hold on my cock is fierce so my thrusts are far shallower now as I keep rocking inside him. Deeper. Deeper. I need to feel his orgasm everywhere.

“You can come now,” Torin says. His voice is so sexy. I whimper as I continue to move inside him.

My orgasm is the best one I’ve ever experienced. I feel it everywhere. It shivers through me, and makes me see stars.

I’m slightly curled in on Torin when I finally catch my breath, still slowly moving inside him. I mean to pull out, but my attention is locked on where my cock disappears inside his body. Pushing myself up a little to get a better angle, I’m transfixed as I watch.

Pulling myself out until just his gaping hole looks back at me, I slowly push back inside and watch as his body swallows me entirely. “That’s the hottest thing ever,” I pant.

“You’re still very hard,” he says .

Distractedly, I nod, still mesmerized by watching myself go in and out of him. “I’m sorry. I know I need to stop but I…”

“You don’t need to. I love how you feel inside me.”

His words make me moan. They send a fresh wave of desire through me and I lock eyes with him. Torin smiles shyly. As much as I’m fascinated with the way I fit inside him, my desire to hold him against me is stronger and I lay back on top of him, wrapping myself around him.

“This is perfect,” I say.

“Yeah? You like sex?”

“I like sex with you. I might be fairly indifferent otherwise, I still feel a little ambivalent about it. Unless I’m thinking about it with you.”

His smile is beautiful. It takes my breath away. “I’m really happy we got to share this. That you trusted me to be your first.”

“As long as you swear not to get pregnant, we can do this whenever you want.”

He laughs. I smile, pressing my face to his. Still moving slowly inside him. There’s a chance I’m not going to soften for a while. I’m not sure if it’s the actual act of sex that has everything inside me excited, or that I feel like I’m wearing his body right now. We’re no longer two different spaces in the universe but one.

I want to hold on to this feeling for as long as I can. I suspect this feeling is only because of Torin, and I’m good with that. I don’t want it any other way.