Chapter Thirteen

Theo

Iwake up plastered all over Perry. For a moment, I worry I crushed him, but he's still breathing and…is that a small smile on his lips? He's sleeping with a smile, which is maybe the cutest thing I've ever seen. Perry is a smile sleeper. Am I? No one has mentioned it before, but I think I'm going to ask him if he noticed.

I still can't believe the things we did last night, the two orgasms he gave me. Feeling a cock against my own? Best. Thing. Ever. Seriously, who knew I was missing out on something so fucking amazing?

I look at him. Perry is on his back, head to the side, mouth slightly parted, and that smile I mentioned. He's got a little scruff, and I can't help but touch my face as I remember how it brushed roughly against my skin. It had been nice—different but nice—which is an understatement.

For a moment I consider the fact that I'm not freaking out at all. I wonder if that's weird, but then, I don't really care if it is because orgasms with guys is maybe one of the most fun things I've ever done. I regret I didn't give it a try earlier, but then Perry wouldn't have been my first, and I don't wish for that.

I liked kissing him, touching him, and my dick's already hard and eager for more—and I can't explain it away as morning wood. It's Perry wood. I chuckle, and he opens one eye like a pirate and looks at me.

"Are you laughing at me in my sleep?"

"No. I'm laughing at me."

"Okay. That makes more sense." He opens his other eye and gives me more of a grin.

"I'm not sure if I like that answer."

"What? All I'm saying is you're way funnier than me."

I'll pretend that's what he meant because the answer really doesn't bother me and it's not what's important right now. "I have Perry wood. I want to do something about it, but I want to get you off too."

His eyes pop wider. "Wait. Did you just say Perry wood?"

"Now you know why I was laughing! But I don't have time for that right now. I want to explore." I lean closer, pausing to make sure he's okay with me kissing him. I don't want to make assumptions. Perry nods, and I close the distance. The first thing I notice is the contrast between his soft lips and the prickly hairs on his face. It's a good mix.

I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. Perry tugs me on top of him, and let's be real, I don't put up a fight. His hand goes to the back of my head, fingers tangling in the strands of my hair while we kiss, and I rut against him.

"Mmm. I feel Perry wood," I say against his lips, and earn a laugh that I kiss. His skin is hot, his dick feeling just as eager as mine. "I want to get you off the way you did with us last night."

Perry puts his hands behind his head, lying beneath me. "I'm all yours, Puppy. Do whatever you want with me."

A zing of excitement shoots down my spine. My body's humming, the sex I have with him already feeling better than any sex I've had before. Probably because we're such good friends. Perry never makes me feel bad for being a goofball.

I let my lips trail down his neck, his chest. I kiss his left nipple, then let my tongue sneak out and flick his right one. Perry hisses.

"Do you like that? Do guys like that? No one has played with my nipples before."

"I suppose we're like everyone else. Some of us do, some don't. We'll give it a try with you later, but yes, I like it."

My confidence soars. I want to do more of what Perry likes, want to make him feel as good as he made me feel last night—hell, as good as he's made me feel since the first moment I met him.

I lash his nipple again, suck it, nibble it—one, then the other. My fingers twitch, my brain urging me to reach down and grab his cock. I've jerked myself off more times than I can count, probably more times than someone my age should have already jerked off, to be honest. I like playing with my dick, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to love playing with Perry's too.

"I'm going to touch your cock," I say against his pec.

He chuckles. "I would appreciate that greatly."

"This is new for me. I think I'm doing pretty good."

"Very good," he counters as my fingers dance down his torso.

I wrap my hand around his hot, hard flesh, and…well, it feels like a dick. Soft skin over a stiff shaft. He's a little thicker than me, but other than that…it's a cock. A cock attached to Perry…whom I really like.

"No freak-out?"

"No freak-out." I pull my hand up his length, then down again. It's dry, though I can feel a bit of precum. I grab the lube sitting on his nightstand and squeeze some into my hand.

My mouth finds his again, tongue slipping inside while I stroke him. Perry's hips move, meeting my body and making my dick rub up against his furry thigh.

Shockwaves of pleasure spark inside me. The muscles in his leg feel so good on my erection, his cock so, so, so good in my hand. He wraps an arm around me, reaching down to grab my ass. Perry squeezes while I stroke him, kiss him, and fuck my dick against his body. It's all too much. I mean, not too much, the right amount of much, but I also know I'm going to come quickly again.

The second my orgasm hits me, making my body jerk and my balls unleash on his skin, Perry groans and arches toward me, fucking into my hand, his dick twitching as he shoots his release all over himself and my hand.

"That was awesome," I say with my cheek against his pec.

"It was."

"Pfft."

I feel him stiffen beneath me. "What's that all about?"

With a sigh, I look down at him. "I mean, let's not pretend you're not used to more. I'll get there, but, like…you were planning on a BJ the first time we hung out." And now he's exclusive with me, so he's not even having sex with anyone else.

"Hey, fuck that. I would never expect more than you feel comfortable giving. I've enjoyed the hell out of everything we've done. I told you that last night. It's just as good or even better this morning."

I grin. I can't help it. The damn thing tries to swallow my face.

He rolls his eyes. "Jesus, Puppy. What am I going to do with you?"

"You're doing a pretty good job so far." I pump my brows. Then, as much as I don't want to, I add, "I should probably go home, though…" The guys are going to wonder where I was, especially since I'm not with Whit anymore. Not that it matters, but I also don't want to seem too clingy, and…I don't know. This was amazing, but I can't stay in his bed for the rest of my life.

"Wanna shower first?"

"Together?" I blurt out.

"I'd totally be down for that, but you're welcome to take one by yourself too. It's up to you."

I love the idea of showering with Perry, and while I'm not questioning my bisexuality, it all feels suddenly like a lot. In less than twenty-four hours I've had three orgasms with him, slept naked in bed with him, decided to explore my bisexuality with him, and we'd also decided to be exclusive.

What if this is going too fast? What if I fuck up our friendship? What if I fall for him?

Nope. I can't do that. I won't. I refuse to allow that to happen. Perry has made it clear he doesn't want a romantic relationship, and I don't either. I just got out of one. I want to have some fun.

"I think I'm gonna head home."

He frowns, and I can see the wheels turning in his head. "Second thoughts?"

"No. Absolutely not. Just…processing."

"Okay." He nods. "Should I at least get you a wet washcloth to clean the spunk off?"

"That's probably a good idea." I roll off him, and Perry gets up. I can't help but watch him when he does—his tight, muscular ass, hairy legs, long, lean body. My dick is spent from the three orgasms, otherwise I have no doubt it would be waking up to play.

Perry wipes the cum off himself with a towel from his laundry basket, then tugs on a pair of sweats. "Be right back."

I nod, still watching him because it's hard not to keep my eyes on someone so sexy. He closes the door behind him and isn't gone long before he comes back with the washcloth for me. He tosses it to my stomach, where I mop up three orgasms' worth of cum, most of it dried from last night.

My legs feel slightly wobbly when I push to my feet, cock soft, hanging between my legs, and…yep, totally naked in the bedroom with a guy. This will take some getting used to.

I feel Perry's eyes on me as I get dressed, then pack up my books and computer.

"So…thanks for…all the orgasms…?" God, I'm an idiot, but he smiles, and it makes my pulse dance.

"Come here, Puppy." Perry grabs my shirt and pulls me close, pressing his lips to mine. He doesn't use tongue, and it's over before I know it, but it was sweet. Perry is sweeter than he realizes.

"What are you doing later today?"

"I work. I'll text you, though."

I nod, happy we'll at least message. "Um…are your brother and his boyfriend out there?"

"Why? You embarrassed of me?" There's a playful lightness to his voice that tells me he's not serious.

"No. But…I think I want to get used to this between us for a little while before I tell everyone I discovered I'm bi."

"You don't owe anyone anything. You can tell them what you want, when you want. I'll go check, though."

He makes sure the coast is clear, then comes back for me. Perry walks me out to my car, and again, it feels really sweet. He could have just sent me on my way.

"We're good?" Perry asks.

"Yes."

"Have fun. Watch some gay porn when you get home!" He chuckles, waves, then walks away.

Oh. No kiss? But then, we're not boyfriends, and I just told him I'm not ready to tell everyone about my sexuality. What if someone saw him kiss me? It's not like I need him to kiss me goodbye anyway, so I start my car and push those thoughts from my head. I had incredible sex with a man last night, with my good friend, and that's all that matters.

I ride the high of my night—and morning—as I drive home. When I get there, Avery, Casey, and Jack are in the kitchen, filling bowls with cereal.

"Um…where have you been, mister?" Casey teases.

Shit. Should I have come up with a story? Do I need a story? Why can't I just say it?

"He's blushing! Theo got laid, Theo got laid," Avery sings. "Who is she?"

"Maybe I was just hanging out with a friend." I head to the kitchen cabinets and pull out a bowl.

"Do you always blush when you're just hanging out with a friend?" Casey questions.

"I didn't blush." I have zero doubt I blushed, but I'm sticking to my story.

"Leave him alone, guys." Jack smiles at me in a way that makes me wonder if he's noticed that I've come into my queerness and had orgasms with a man. Is that something other queer people notice? I didn't sense it with Perry, but at the time, I hadn't yet realized it about myself. And he did seem to sense something about me that even my brain hadn't clued me in on.

"Thank you, Jack. And yes. I stayed with a friend." Guilt makes the words stumble around in my brain. Perry is just a friend, but I'm letting them believe he's a girl, which feels shitty.

"Just don't jump into another relationship with someone who doesn't get you, like you did with Whitney. Did you ever really like her?" Avery begins to drink the milk out of his bowl.

"Of course I liked her." Hadn't I? I had to like her. Why would I spend two years with her if I didn't? But I'd stopped liking her way before she'd broken up with me, and I'd just…kept dating her, even though she often made me feel bad about myself. Perry doesn't ever make me feel bad. He makes me feel good—better than good.

I smile.

"Oh God. Whoever she is, he's got it bad." Casey walks over and pats my shoulder.

"I do not," I grumble.

I won't get a crush on Perry. I won't.