19. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Roman

B y the time we get home, my cheeks ache from smiling so much. I clutch the rabbit in my hands as we make our way into the house, Beck’s proud smile all the encouragement I need to keep holding it. It’s a little silly, but I’m thrilled that he wanted to win it for me so badly. He probably could have bought the same thing at the Dollar Store for a fraction of the price, but oh well. This was easily one of my favorite dates that we’ve been on.

Lydia and Danny aren’t home yet, and all I want is to get Beck to bed. Like immediately.

As soon as we walk through the door of our bedroom and he shuts it behind us, I’m on him, the stuffed rabbit dropping from my hands to the floor. I press my body against him and slam my mouth onto his. As soon as our lips touch, he moans into my mouth and I swallow the sound, feeding him a moan of my own. He’s already hard, grinding his cock against my hip and fucking his tongue in and out of my mouth.

He backs me up until I land on the bed in a heap, then climbs over me, tilting my head back to kiss and suck at my neck. “So fucking perfect,” he whispers against my throat, and I can’t help but groan, my body going hot with the praise.

“You like that, don’t you? Being perfect for me?” I nod, another moan falling from my lips.

He climbs off me and strips down, revealing himself to me one article of clothing at a time. The sight of his body makes my mouth water, and I want him inside me again so badly I almost can’t stand it.

I’m staring at him, greedily taking in the lines of his body. “Wanna get undressed for me?” he asks, and the tone of his voice makes my cock jerk.

My hands move to follow his order with no input from my brain. Not that I would deny him, anyway.

The second I’m naked and on the bed again, he stands beside me, a grin on his lips and a mischievous spark in his eyes. “Should I torture you a little tonight?”

I don’t know what kind of torture he has in mind, but I haven’t disliked a single thing he’s done to me, so I nod, trusting him fully.

“So beautiful,” he coos, and my hips thrust up, desperate for friction. “God, you look stunning right now.” I squeeze my eyes closed and reach for my aching cock.

“Nope,” he says, batting my hand away before I can even touch myself. “That’s mine tonight.”

I whine but nod again, seemingly unable to make my mouth form words.

He climbs on top of me, straddling my hips and sits down, wiggling back and forth until my cock is nestled between his ass cheeks. A harsh groan falls from my throat as he rocks back and forth a little, trying to get comfortable. I lift my hands to grip his hips, not sure if I want him to keep going or if I want him to stop.

He reaches down and brushes the palm of his hand over my nipple, tingles spreading from the spot and radiating through my body, making me gasp and arch into his touch.

“So sensitive. I love how you react to me,” he says, his words making me almost as delirious as his touch.

He doesn’t stop touching me until he’s covered every inch of my exposed body, gently rocking his hips the entire time. My cock is leaking so much that the glide has become slick and smooth. My body tightens in anticipation, my balls full and ready to blow. I gasp, thrusting against him. “So close,” I moan. He lifts off me abruptly, and I pout in protest, but he smiles at me.

“Turn over on your stomach for me, beautiful.”

I rush to do as he asks. My cock brushes the sheets, making me groan as a shudder works its way through my body. He settles his body on my upper thighs and leans forward, his cock resting against the curve of my ass. I feel his lips press against my shoulder, and then he whispers, “So gorgeous.” I groan. Then his lips are on the other shoulder. “So perfect.” Another groan, and my cock throbs heavily between my stomach and the bed.

His lips brush against my shoulder blade as he continues to rasp words of praise against my skin. I moan, and my hips rock against the sheets. He chuckles, but doesn’t stop me. Thank God.

“Look at you. Does that feel good?” His voice is no more than a low grumble that has my body flying high.

“Yes,” I moan.

“God, you feel so good. So fucking hot.” His hips start to rock too, his cock sliding back and forth over my ass cheek.

“Fuck, beautiful. I could come from this alone. Grinding myself against your ass, watching you fall apart from my words,” he chokes out, his hips picking up speed. My cock throbs, and I feel a burst of pre-cum shoot out, wetting the sheets below me as a whimper works itself free of me.

“I love the sounds you make for me,” he whispers as he kisses along the back of my neck.

My cock is pulsing, my stomach clenching, my entire body right on the edge. I’m so close, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to come with him inside me.

“Please, fuck me, Beck. I want to come with you inside me,” I gasp out, forcing my hips to stop their movements. The feel of the sheets on my cock and his body against mine, alone, are almost enough to send me over, but I don’t want to come. Not yet. “Please,” I beg again.

“No need to beg. I’ll give you what you want,” he says, the seductive quality of his voice washing over my skin.

I groan as my hips thrust forward involuntarily. He’s really got to stop talking to me, or I’m going to come, and there won’t be any stopping it. I’m already hanging on by a thread as it is.

“No condom? Please?” I ask. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel the heat of his cum filling me. I want to feel the slide of his cock with nothing separating us.

His cock jolts against my skin, and he lifts off me. “No condom,” he echos. I can feel him moving, and then I hear the drawer open. At the sound of the lube being opened, I spread my legs and tilt my ass up, needy and completely unbothered about showing it.

His warm hand pulls my cheek open, and the cool air of the room makes my hole contract. I feel his finger probing my entrance, and with no warning, he pushes a finger inside.

He stretches me quickly and efficiently, avoiding my prostate. Which is for the best. If the throbbing in my aching dick is anything to go by, the smallest touch to the sensitive area would probably send me over. Within a few minutes, his fingers are gone, and I hear him slicking his cock with more lube, the sound obscene.

His body covers mine, pressing me further into the mattress as he slowly pushes himself inside me. Both of us groan when the head of his cock pops in. He continues pushing until the curve of my ass won’t let him go any further. He’s not as deep as he was last time, but he’s hitting my prostate dead on.

My hands are tucked under the pillow, and he reaches his arms up, bracing himself and twining our fingers together. His hips start moving and I let out a groan as the head of his cock rubs against my prostate.

“Oh God, you feel so good,” Beck says. His voice is strained and breathy, his words ending on a low moan, and I gasp, my cock jerking. His slow, even thrusts push my hips into the bed, the dual sensation of the friction on my cock and his length hitting my prostate driving me crazy. “Fuck, I’ll never be able to last like this.”

I don’t think I will either, if I’m being honest. My body is shaking, my toes curling, little zips of pleasure shooting down my legs and into my stomach. He continues to thrust inside me, his breathing harsh.

“Are you gonna come for me, beautiful? Are you gonna shoot all over the bed and cover it in your cum?”

My body trembles as Beck speeds up his movements, his hips pushing my cock further into the soft bedding, the friction making my balls draw up tight and my cock pulse between my legs. I’m so fucking close. God, a little more… a little…

“Fuck,” he gasps out. “Oh fuck , I’m gonna come.” The pleasure-soaked sound of his voice is too much. My cock jerks hard, cum shooting out and soaking the sheets as I cry out loudly, before turning my head to muffle my screams into the pillow. “That’s it,” he moans, his cock throbbing inside of me as he rocks his hips faster, his motions jerky and uncoordinated—the sounds of him fucking his cum out of me so damn hot it makes more cum spill onto the bed beneath me.

His body collapses on top of mine, and I’m caught between him and the bed, my entire body relaxed and wrung out with pleasure, a tingly buzz firing through all my limbs. “I love you, Beck,” I say once I’ve caught my breath and my body has come down.

“Mmm,” he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “I love you too, beautiful.”

Talking to my boyfriend’s parents about my alcoholic dad with said boyfriend’s cum dripping out of my ass is a… strange experience, to say the least. I didn’t really think about the mechanics of all this when I requested no condom, and Beck is finding perverse joy in the entire situation.

We’re sitting together on the couch, across from his parents. My hand is tucked into his. I’m not worried about this conversation—maybe I should be—but I’m not. I trust them, which is a surprising realization for me.

Lydia smiles at me, that same sweet, motherly smile she always gives me. “Everything okay, boys?” she asks.

I nod. “My dad wants to go to rehab.” I’m still not sure if I believe him. I’ve gotten empty promises and apologies before, but never, “I want to get help.”

Danny nods, his expression contemplative. “Okay, do you think he’s being genuine?”

I shrug. “I’m not really sure,” I admit.

Beck squeezes my hand. “I obviously don’t know Roman’s dad well, but he seemed like he was serious. We wanted to ask you guys if you knew anywhere he could go, or anything we could do to help him.”

Lydia and Danny share a look, and Lydia clears her throat. “Well, I have a friend who owns a rehab facility here that has a thirty-day inpatient program. Do you think he’d be willing to do that? I can call in a favor and get him in for free.”

I shake my head quickly. “No. I wouldn’t expect it to be free. I can pay for it.” I don’t actually know how much it will cost, but this shouldn’t be their responsibility to take care of.

Lydia smiles at me. “No, Roman. Let me do this for you, okay?”

I hesitate, not wanting to take advantage of their kindness, but Beck leans over to whisper in my ear with a gentle squeeze to my hand. “Just let her. You won’t win.”

After a few more seconds, I nod slowly, and Lydia’s soft smile makes it all worth it. Warmth fills my chest, and I smile back at her.

“Let me make some calls in the morning, and I’ll get it taken care of,” she says.

“Thank you.”

“Roman?” Danny says, and I turn to look at him.

His expression is tight, and my stomach twists anxiously as I respond. “Yeah?”

“I know you’re excited, and that’s normal. I want you to be excited. But I also want you to know that this may not work. He has to want this for himself. No amount of us wanting it for him will work. He may go in and do great. He may do his time in rehab, take it seriously, and apply the changes, but there is a high chance of relapse. That’s not entirely uncommon, okay?” I nod, taking in his words. “We will be here for you, no matter what. We want this to work for him as much as you do. But take it day by day and know in the back of your mind that he may fail.”

I’m quiet as I consider that. I know that alcohol is difficult to stop, especially for someone who’s drank as heavily and as long as my dad has.

Lydia speaks up. “From a medical standpoint, it’s hard. Easily one of the worst detoxes. It will probably start mild. He’ll become anxious, and he’ll have tremors. He’ll likely throw up and become agitated. Then, as it progresses, it’ll get worse. It’s possible that he will have seizures and hallucinations. It’s also possible that he’ll suffer from Delirium tremens, or DTs. I don’t want to scare you, but the reality is that it is scary. It can be dangerous. I want you to know the facts. And I also want you to be prepared for him to have a change of heart before he even goes.”

I find myself leaning into Beck as my heart pounds, considering all the things I hadn’t really thought about before. He lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer and pressing his lips to my temple. I sink into his body, soaking in his strength and warmth.

“So, what do I do if he doesn’t want to get help anymore?” I ask, a slight tremor in my voice.

“We keep working at him,” Beck says softly.

I nod, but I’m honestly feeling a little discouraged.

Lydia stands up and comes over to us, then crouches at my feet and places her hands on my knees, her kind eyes focused on mine. “I don’t want you to get discouraged,” she says, somehow echoing my thoughts. Must be a mom thing. “We simply want to make sure you have all the facts. We want to make sure that you can take care of yourself and your own mental health through this process. It’s likely he won’t want to see you as he’s going through withdrawals. And if he does, he may lash out.” I nod. I’m not unaccustomed to him lashing out at me, so that won’t be anything new. “It’s important to me that you know nothing he says or does is your fault.” Her eyes are intense on mine, and I drop my head, unable to keep eye contact.

She stands and cups my face in her hands, lifting my gaze back to her. “His alcoholism is not your fault. And it’s not your job to fix. It’s admirable that you want to help. But regardless of how this goes, you are still worthy. You are still a good person, and you did your best. His failures and successes are not on you.”

Beck taps my leg as Lydia releases her hold on me, so I turn my eyes to his face. His expression is serious. “Repeat it back, Roman,” he says, and I can feel my cheeks flush crimson.

“His failures and successes are not on me,” I murmur. He leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose.

“Good,” he whispers. “Now, say, ‘I am worthy and a good person.’”

My body flushes with heat; part embarrassment, part arousal. I glare at him. How dare he do this in front of his parents? He glares back, but his lips are tilted up in a smirk. “Repeat it,” he says again.

I sigh, knowing I’m not going to win this one. “I am worthy and a good person,” I dutifully repeat.

He smiles and leans in, brushing his nose against my cheek and nuzzling into my skin.

When he pulls away from me, Lydia has rejoined her husband, and they’re both watching us with sweet smiles on their faces. Ugh. So embarrassing.