Chapter Twenty-One

Theo

Iwake up to a click, click, click. My eyes flutter open, after what was maybe the best sleep of my life, to see Perry sitting up in bed beside me with his laptop and wearing a pair of headphones.

It takes him a moment to notice I'm looking at him, but eventually his gaze darts to mine. Perry tugs them off his head, then reaches over and runs his fingers through my hair, the same way he often does to his own. "Sorry, Puppy. Did I wake you?"

I shake my head, my whole body tingling at the simple question…well, that and the nickname. I love that Perry has his own nickname for me. "I slept incredibly well."

"Getting a shot at my ass will do that to a guy." He smirks, then tries to close his laptop, but I stop him.

"What are you working on?" I sit up beside him, hoping he doesn't shoot down my question or set his laptop aside.

Perry sighs, but then says, "An app I've been trying to figure out."

"What kind of app? Hookup?"

He chuckles. "No, it's like…I don't know. It's dumb."

"What is it?" I prod.

"It's a one-stop shop for single parents. It probably won't work. There are lots of things to consider because of safety and background checks and stuff, but like…babysitting, other single parents to talk to for support, big brother/sister kind of programs… The idea is that whatever help a single parent might need, they can find it in this one spot."

I look at him, unsure what to say. I feel guilty for assuming it was something about sex. There's so much more to Perry than that. He's so fucking kind and funny and full of so much heart, but I don't know how to put that into words, don't know if I should. I'm afraid if I open my mouth, the words I love you will come stumbling out and ruin everything.

As soon as I think them, they echo in my head, pulse through my heart, feed air into my lungs.

Holy shit. I love him. I'm in love with Perry McClain.

"You look weird. Do you hate the idea? As I said, it probably won't work anyway. Or if it does, it's not going to be me who does it."

"First of all, I love the idea, and yes, it will be you who does it. I swear I don't think there's anything you can't do, Perry. You've really never had any training with this kind of thing?"

He shakes his head. "Which I probably need." Perry snickers, trying to play it off as if it's not a big deal to him when I know it is.

"I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Well, I've read some books, which helps. Also…I haven't told anyone—and this means I just lied to you—but I did take a class online, so I'm not totally untrained."

My heart aches for him. It's clear by the hope in his voice how much this means to him. "You shouldn't feel bad for your passion or something you're good at. You're so lucky, Perry. I don't feel that kind of fire for anything." Then I grin. "Well, unless we're talking people. But seriously, Perry. You love this, you're good at this. Don't let your anger at your dad take that away from you."

"I wish it were that easy." He cups my face the way he does, brushes his fingers over my skin. "You're passionate about me, huh?"

I roll my eyes. "You know I am." I'm actually in love with him, but he doesn't need to know that. I'll just pack that info away…I don't know…maybe for the rest of my life.

"I'm passionate about you too." He sets his laptop aside, and though I know exactly what he's doing, that he's purposefully changing the subject, I let him. "How about I play around with my finger in your hole before we get up? Does that work for you?"

My eyes roll back at just the thought. Everything about the way I feel about him is…more. Like there's an amplifier attached to me, and it gets cranked up when there is anything Perry related. "Yes, please."

He leans in and presses his lips to mine. "Such a good puppy."

"Hold that thought." I run to the bathroom because I don't have a lot of experience with anyone doing much to my ass, so I clean up real quick to make sure I'm nice and fresh.

Perry is stroking himself when I get back to his room, and I can't help but stand there, enjoying the view—studying the veins in his arm when he tightens his grip, the way his eyes stay firmly on me, the definition of his abs. He's fucking incredible.

"Come'ere," he says, voice husky, and I go.

He sits up on the edge of the bed, holding my hips as I stand between his spread thighs. He tugs off the shorts I wore to the bathroom.

"You're so fucking sexy." Perry leans forward and kisses the head of my dick. It immediately flexes. "My first boyfriend is so hot."

Perry sucks me, making me hiss at the hot, wet pull of his mouth. He teases me for just a moment before pulling off.

"Not as hot as mine," I tell him.

He nods toward the bed, and we lie on our sides, facing each other. Perry grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers, then hooks my leg over his thigh, opening me up.

He kisses me, and I melt into it as his tongue pushes past my lips. His hand goes between my ass cheeks while he's kissing me like he's starving for me, and then his finger teases my hole. He rubs it, circles it. I hitch my leg higher, my pleasure receptors throwing a damn rave inside me as I silently ask for more.

"You're hungry for it, aren't you?" he asks, forehead against mine, and he pushes his finger past my rim. And…it's weird…uncomfortable, like something is going the wrong way, but then Perry's mouth comes down on mine again, tongue making a home inside me, finger sliding in and out, and…oh…that's nice. This is better.

Perry slowly works himself in deeper, teasing and playing until his finger rubs against a spot that makes a lightning storm go off inside me. My body bows toward him, sharp and snappy. "Oh fuck!"

"Meet your prostate. Man's best friend."

He licks at my lips, then takes them with his again, teasing me with strokes of his finger, every now and then rubbing my prostate and nearly shooting me to the moon.

"Can I try adding another one?" he asks, peppering my throat with kisses. My whole body feels alive in strange ways. Like I'm all sensation and tingling, cock throbbing and leaking.

"Yes, please."

"God, you're great. So fucking responsive."

He leans over me and adds more lube. When he pulls out, I feel open, empty.

"Put it back in," I beg.

"I'm getting there."

My chin is trembling, but I don't know why. It doesn't make any sense. I feel more pressure at my ass when Perry works on getting two fingers inside me.

I'm panting into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, and I arch toward him, rut against him, needing friction on my aching prick.

Perry knows just what I need, meeting me as we pump our hips against each other, him fucking me with two fingers and owning my mouth.

It's everything, but then he rubs his fingers against my prostate again, pressing and rubbing without letting up, and my whole world shatters. My orgasm rips out of me, balls drawn up, cum shooting to fill up the space between us.

"Jesus…every orgasm with you is better than the last," I say breathlessly.

"I aim to please."

We fall asleep together, a cummy mess.

It's like torture when I have to leave Perry to go home later. He has plans with Ty before work, and though he says he can cancel, I don't let him. It's important for him to spend time with his brother. He's already going to lose work hours and will have to change his schedule next week when he's coming home with me for a night. I still can't believe I asked him that, but I want him to meet my people. I want him to know my family, even if I don't tell them who he is to me. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'm going to judge the situation when we get there.

When I step into the house, the first thing I see are balloons and streamers and a banner that says…Happy Coming Out. The letters are taped together. They clearly bought several banners and cut letters and words out to get their message across.

"What the fuck?" I frown, confused.

"Shit! He's home! Happy Coming Out!" Casey throws confetti all over me. Of course a piece lands in my eye.

"Fuck. Ouch."

"Shit. I'm sorry."

I flutter my lashes to get the damn thing free. Jack and Avery have joined him now, Avery carrying a cake with penis candles.

"Welcome to the cool kids club." Jack hugs me, and all I can think is how fucking lucky I am to have these people in my life.

"I can't believe you guys did this for me."

"I messaged Perry on social media, and he told us when you left. You still got here quick, though," Jack says.

"How was your night?" Avery asks.

I don't pause, don't think, just open my mouth and say, "I'm totally in love with him and he doesn't know."

They grin.

"This calls for cake and beer, my friend." Casey slaps a hand on my shoulder as we go to the table. We eat cake and drink a beer at noon, while I blabber on about my boyfriend…and did Avery and Casey know their prostate was a magic fucking button to the best orgasm in history?

"Right?" Jack asks, and we all laugh.

We hang out for a while, then play some video games before I head up to my room. Plopping down on my bed, I pull out my phone and call my mom.

"Hey, you. How's my college boy?"

"Good," I answer honestly. I don't even have it in me to be stressed about school, not today. Not with the high I'm riding. "Great."

"Well, that's nice to hear."

"How are things there?"

Mom gives me an update on the family. Dad was sick and missed a few days of work, and that makes things a little difficult, but they're doing okay. It makes me wonder if I shouldn't bring Perry home. That's another mouth to feed, but I brush that aside. I'll eat less or buy some food or something to make up for it.

"I can't wait to see you next weekend," Mom says.

"I can't wait either. Listen…that's why I called. I'm bringing a friend home with me."

Mom seems to hesitate, then asks, "A girlfriend?"

My pulse spikes. "No, no. Just a friend. He…his name is Perry. We've gotten really close. He's basically like my best friend now, and…" And I love him, and I want you to meet him, and dude, I have the best boyfriend ever!

"And what?"

"Nothing. That's it."

Mom chuckles. "Of course you can bring him. We can't wait to meet someone who clearly means a lot to you."

I grin. I should have known they wouldn't make a big deal out of it. "Thanks, Mom."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

I'm bi…and while I don't think you'll care—in fact, I know you won't—it's still scary.

"Yeah, I just love and miss you guys."

"Ah, sweet boy. We love and miss you too."