Sixteen

Jack

I hadn't meant for it to happen, but I was having a hard time feeling guilty about letting Hudson fuck me. The more he kissed me the more I wanted him to fuck me again. Which was different. Usually, it was me doing the fucking, but damn he'd turned me inside out and I couldn't wait for more.

We lay on his bed for a while and kissed and touched, taking it slow and easy the next round, but once again he drove me crazy with desire, and when we both came for a second time, I knew I either needed a nap or some food. Possibly both.

"Come on, let's clean up and I'll order some food," he said and reached out his hand to me. "What sounds good?"

"Anything," I said and stepped past him into the shower he'd turned on while he ordered food on his phone.

Isaac and I fucked all the time, but we never showered together or did much more besides fucking and sucking. Every touch with Hudson was different and made me want more. He soaped me up and took care of me in a way no one else had before and when we were done, he wrapped me up in a towel and led me back to his bed.

"Food's here," he said, and slipped on a pair of shorts before hurrying out of the room.

His room was spacious, and the furniture minimal but masculine. He only had what he needed, and he kept it simple. I liked it.

"I hope you like calzones, this place is my favorite." He lay a towel on the bed before setting the boxes down and opening them.

"Oh my god that smells so good," I said and took a bite of one. "Oh yeah." I gave a thumbs up because I was too busy shoving another bite in to answer.

"Told you," he said and grinned while watching me eat.

"Are you really going to buy the store?" I asked the question that had been on the tip of my tongue so many times, but I hadn't had the courage to just ask.

He set his food down and reached across the bed to squeeze my hand. "Yes, well I want to if Dad will sell to me. . The first few days I wasn't sure. But now I can see it, and I want it. Probably more than I've ever wanted anything."

"More than anything?" I asked and waggled my eyebrows at him making him laugh.

"More than almost anything," he said and took another bite of his food.

"So, how will this work? I mean I do not want to stop what we started but I also don't want to fuck up my job. I need my job, and I love it," I said and hoped he knew how serious I was as I waited for his reply.

"Your job will always be there as long as I'm in charge. No matter if we're still—doing whatever this is—or not. You're a great employee and everyone in town knows you and trusts you. I meant what I said before about giving you a raise, it's definitely time for that. And we probably shouldn't do anything together at work. We'll need to keep it professional," he said with a nod and a far-off look.

"So, no fucking when we're at work? Even if it's slow?" I asked with a smirk.

"Well, maybe if it's really slow, and we can lock the door." He took a bite of his calzone and winked at me.

I felt the blush start at the top of my head and flow down to my chest. He was flirting, no one ever flirted with me, not like that anyway. One fucking wink? His eyes met mine and he smiled, and I grinned like a loon—or possibly a love-struck teenager—right back at him. "I don't want to stop being with you," I admitted.

"I don't want to stop being with you either," he whispered and leaned in close enough to kiss me. But this kiss was different. It wasn't frantic and fueled by passion and want, it was slow and sweet and wrapped me in warmth. "If this is what we both want, we'll make it work."

I nodded, unable to talk around the emotional lump that had formed in my throat. Hudson was different than anyone I'd ever been with, not that I'd been with that many different guys. I was from a tiny town with a very limited number of available gay men, but even then, I knew something was different with him, and I loved how I felt when I was with him, and how he made me feel. "What will you do with your house?" I asked, finally able to speak and needing to change the subject.

"I'm not sure, but I don't want to live with my parents if I'm moving back to Foggy Basin. So I guess I'll end up selling it and buying a house there," he said and glanced around the room.

"It's a nice house."

"Thanks, I've enjoyed it. Not that I'm here very often. When I'm working it's twelve-hour days and if I'm not working in the field, I'm at my office." His face pinched with his words, and it was very obvious to me that he wasn't happy at his job.

"Do you have friends here you'll miss?" I asked. "I can't imagine living somewhere that I don't know every person in town."

"Not really. There are a few that I meet for meals, and we used to have a group that would go out on the weekends, but the older I get the less I want to go out and drink all weekend."

"You'll be happy in Foggy Basin," I said because I thought he needed to hear it as much as I needed to say it. His life sounded like it was nothing but work and no one deserved to have a life with no friends or family to break up the monotony. Even if my brothers drove me nuts, they were still my family, and I didn't want to live where I never saw them. Hudson had no siblings so maybe he had hoped to find friends that would fill that space in his life.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"Just thinking how happy you're going to be once you move home," I said, and hoped he understood. I wasn't trying to tell him what to do with his life, I wanted him to know he could have a life in Foggy Basin. With me.