Chapter 11

ELEVEN

PARKER

Rory and I fuck like rabbits for the next couple of weeks. My little roomie comes alive in the sheets. He's passionate, eager, energetic, and makes the sexiest noises that have me so fucking hard each and every time.

We've stuck to non penetrative sex so far, hand jobs, blow jobs, frotting, which the little dude is obsessed with now, and dry humping, and it's been awesome seeing him come out of his shell and enjoy sex in a way I don't think he has before. He sleeps in my room most nights, and we cuddle. He loves being the little spoon, and we both sleep better when we're together. He's getting more and more dominant in bed, and I don't mind one bit. He tells me what he likes, and is more often than not the one instigating our sexual encounters, and the little dude is amazing at blow jobs.

I've also noticed he wears his pretty panties pretty much every day now, and it makes me smile. I can't get enough of seeing him in them. His confidence is growing and I love it. And ever since he blocked Zach's number he's been happier. Smiling more, laughing more. He has the most adorable laugh, and when he gets going really hard he snorts a little and it's the cutest thing ever.

Rory is on the phone with someone when I get back from classes and I can tell he's a little nervous from the way he's picking at his sweater and fidgeting with the pen on the counter.

"Yeah, okay, I'll figure out something. Thank you." He hangs up and sets his phone on the counter, then gives me a timid smile. I set my backpack down on the sofa and move over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Everything okay?" I ask. He grips his sleeves and shoves his hands inside, then pushes his glasses up on his nose even though they haven't moved.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just a little hiccup with a doctor's appointment I have to figure out."

"What is it?" I ask, rubbing his back. I've noticed how the right touch soothes him when he's upset or anxious. Stroking his hair, rubbing his back or his feet. He lets out a breath and his shoulders loosen a bit.

"I had an endoscopy scheduled for when I went back home for Thanksgiving break, and one of my parents was going to take me, but the doctor's office called and they have to move the appointment up, and they changed the location to closer to here, though it's still like a forty minute drive, and I'm trying to figure out how to get there because I have to have someone drive me home."

"When is it?" I ask.

"Next week. Monday morning. I can't ask Jackson and Lucy because they're both going home for Thanksgiving on Saturday. I was going to go too, but now I have to stay until after the procedure."

I bite my lip. "You could ask me. I don't know when I am leaving yet but I can take you first."

His eyes widen and he flushes, pushing his glasses up on his nose yet again. "Oh, no, you don't need to do that. I mean, I couldn't ask you. It's a lot of driving and sitting there for hours waiting and I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I shrug. "I don't mind. I could get some homework done while I waited and I don't have anywhere else to be."

Rory bites his lip. "Really? I mean, that would be amazing, and I could pay you for gas and everything. Well, my parents would pay you. But I really don't want you to feel like you have to just because we're…um." He flushes even more and motions between us, "you know."

I grin and ruffle his hair. "I'm not taking you because we're getting freaky in the sheets, freckles. I'm taking you because you need someone and I'm your friend. Right?"

A smile breaks out across his face and he nods. "Yeah."

"Okay, then, it's settled." I grab a banana and peel it open, taking a bite as I settle on the sofa and pull my laptop out of my bag.

"Hey, what do you think of having a gathering with our friends this weekend? Friday night?" Rory says from his spot at the bar, turning to face me. "I haven't seen Lucy and Jackson in a while."

"A gathering?" I tease him. "You mean a party?"

He flushes again. "Gathering sounds calmer."

I chuckle. "Gathering it is." Then more seriously I say, "Can you handle that many people at once?"

"Yeah, if we aren't playing super loud music or having the tv up really loud I can. I'll wear my earplugs. It should be okay for a couple of hours."

"Okay," I say. "Let me know if you need me to shove people out." I text my friends, and they all reply within a couple of minutes saying they'll be there. When I look up, Rory is smiling at his phone.

"Good?" I say, and he nods.

"They're coming." He waits a beat and I'm back to working on my homework when he speaks again, softer this time. "Do you think you could make your chocolate chip cookies? For the party, I mean? I told Jackson and Lucy how good they are and they really want to try them."

I grin. "Sure. Anything for you, little rabbit." His cheeks pinken even more and he grins at me. We work on homework for a couple more hours before we break for dinner.

We're watching an episode of The Big Bang Theory when Rory moves his head from my shoulder and starts licking and sucking on my earlobe. I close my eyes and moan as my cock hardens in an instant.

"Oh, Jesus, freckles," I murmur, squirming and adjusting myself. "You know I'm a sucker for that."

He giggles and it makes me even harder. He continues to suck and nibble before whispering, "Want you, big boy. Come and get me."

Holy cookie crumbles. I love when he's like this. Demanding, horny, sexy as fuck. I turn and slot my lips against his, wrapping my arms around him and drawing him to me. He gasps and I feel my cock jerking as I hold him to me and suck on his tongue, him practically in my lap now. I feel his dick against my stomach and my cock throbs in my jeans as he whimpers and whines into the kiss, my hands skating up his sweater and along his spine.

"Mmmmnnngg," he moans, pulling away and rutting against me. "More."

I almost growl and kiss him harder. "Fuck, little rabbit, you make me so hard." He sits back and starts to undress and I do the same.

"You okay with trying something new?" I ask him as I shuck off my boxers and they join the rest of my clothes on the floor.

He nods, tossing his pants on the floor, leaving him in just a plain black g-string that has my cock spasming and precum leaking out in droves. I grab my dick and squeeze it as I stare at him. "Fuuuck," I rumble, drawing the word out. He blushes and bites his lip. Then he's straddling me and I groan when I feel his hard dick through the thong, brushing up against mine, his bare skin sending waves of pleasure through my body as I hold him close and kiss him fiercely. My hands are everywhere and it's not enough. I'm still kissing him as I lower him onto his back and hover over him. I moan as our tongues tangle and he lets out the sexiest whimpers and bucks his hips up into me, seeking friction. God, I'm so damn hard, my cock leaking onto his belly as he runs his fingers through my hair and grips my cock, stroking it. I jerk at the sensation and slide my tongue a little further into his mouth. He tastes like lemon and pepper from the meal we had, and his hand feels incredible on my cock. A little too incredible.

"I need you on your hands and knees," I tell him, my voice raspy when I pull away. He releases my dick and raises an eyebrow. "I won't use my cock," I promise. He nods and rolls over. "Top half down," I instruct and he lowers his head and torso so that his cute as hell ass is in the air and I see the thin strip of material from his thong between his ass cheeks. My mouth waters. "Damn." I grip his cheeks and massage them and he moans. Then I'm burying my face in his ass crack and breathing in. He jerks and gasps.

"Oh," he breathes, and a shiver races through him before he wiggles his ass. I breathe in again before I nibble and suck on the right cheek. He lets out another gasp and then a series of moans and whimpers as I continue to lavish his adorable tushy with kisses, licks and nibbles, moving from one cheek to the other. "Oh, fuck, Parker. Oh, oh, mmmnnngg, fuck, fuck."

"Fucking cheese puffs I can't get enough of you," I tell him. I bite down on his ass cheek, sucking, marking him, making him squeak and jerk slightly before I lick a strip from his taint to his hole. He shakes and gasps again.

"Oh, fuck."

"This okay?" I ask, and he nods vigorously. His thong is still there and I move it out of the way before I repeat the motion, slowly. I hum when my tongue glides up his naked skin and then lick his hole a few times, savoring the taste of him. His body shudders and he moans, lifting his head slightly and pushing his ass back, begging for more.

Yes.

"Fuck, that's good," he whines. Sweat glistens on pale skin and his cheeks are flushed. He looks so perfect like this.

"You taste amazing, little rabbit," I tell him, then return to my task. He bucks his hips as I lick and suck and nibble on his gorgeous little pucker, shockwaves of pleasure racing down my spine each time, and making my balls draw up. I want to touch myself so badly but I want him more, and I need to use my hands to keep his cheeks spread.

He whimpers, and I see the goosebumps breaking out along his skin. "Fuck, I'm close, Parker," he tells me, and his voice breaks when he says my name. I hum and go for the gold. I slide my tongue inside him and he mewls, his body shaking and his hips thrusting frantically as I eat him out.

"Oh, god, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, so good, Parker. Oh god, I'm coming." I feel his ass clenching around my tongue as he comes hard, and then I'm sliding out and stroking myself hard and fast, my cock hard as granite, the tip red and angry, aching for relief.

"Stay there," I manage to get out as Rory pants, his cheek resting on his arms. I stroke myself two times and then I'm howling as I spray my release all over his crack and ass cheeks. I'm so fucking turned on by the sight that my cock jerks and a second shot of cum shoots out to join the first.

He trembles, looking back at me and his ass. "Fuck. That was hot."

I nod, watching as my cum slides between his legs and down his thighs. "Jesus, that's pretty."

He flushes and says, "Give me some."

My eyes widen and I swipe some of my release from his thigh onto my finger and lean forward, putting it near his lips. He grabs my finger and his tongue darts out, licking the cum from it and swallowing it down greedily.

"Holy hell," I murmur.

He grins.

RORY

"Who did you say is taking you to the endoscopy?" Mom asks me when I'm Facetiming her the next day.

"My roommate, Parker."

She frowns. "I thought Zach was your roommate."

"Yeah, he was, but he isn't now. We broke up." I haven't said anything about Zach cheating on me or about moving in with Parker and I know I waited way too long, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her before now. Everything was too raw and fresh and I just needed some time to adjust.

"Oh. I'm sorry, honey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am now," I tell her, and can't help the smile that spreads across my face.

"I see," she says. "Parker must be a great guy."

I'm blushing furiously and really wishing we'd just done a regular phone call, but she said she wanted to see my face, and my sisters did too.

"Hey, kiddo," Dad says, shoving his face into the screen. Mom shoves him away playfully and I laugh when he kisses her cheek, then slides his glasses back up on his nose. I look like him, with the curly brown hair and freckles, though he's several inches taller than me. I get my height from Mom. She's short and stout. Her brown hair is wavy and falls to her shoulders and her eyes are warm.

"Hi, Dad."

"How are classes?" he calls from the background now.

"Good," I say, chuckling slightly. He knows Mom is front and center whenever we talk and he's lucky to get any screen time at all.

"He has a new roommate," Mom pipes up. "Parker."

"What happened to Zach?" Dad asks her, like I'm not right there.

"Broke up. He's okay, though."

"Oh, good. Sorry we never got to meet him."

"Don't be," I say with a sigh.

"So now that I know you're okay," Mom says, her voice a bit more stern. "When were you going to tell me you moved, and what are you doing with the money I'm sending you every month to pay rent and buy groceries? Is it the same amount? Do you need more? You're eating well, I hope. You look thin."

"I'm fine," I groan. "I don't need any more money. Rent is a little bit cheaper, actually. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It was rough for a while."

"Breakups are never easy," she says. "But it sounds like you did the right thing. I'm proud of you."

"Me, too!" Dad shouts, from somewhere off screen and I chuckle.

"Thanks," I reply. "And thanks for not being super mad at me for keeping it a secret."

"Oh, you can pay me back by taking pictures of the apartment I'm paying for," she says, smiling, though I know she's serious.

"Yeah, sure. As soon as I get off the phone."

"And I want to hear more about this Parker some time. He sounds nice. Tell him thank you from us for taking my baby to surgery. You feel safe, comfortable with him doing that? You sure you don't want your dad or me to come?"

I shake my head. "It's like the tenth one I've had, you know that. I'll be fine. Just routine at this point. And it's a long drive for you guys to make. And honestly, I think he really wants to do it. He's super sweet and he likes taking care of me." I flush when the words are out of my mouth, not sure why I said all of that, but it's true. And it's how I feel. I'm feeling a lot of things towards Parker that I've never felt for anyone before.

"Oh, okay," Mom says, her eyes twinkling, and I can tell she's thinking something she won't share. "Give Parker our number so he can text or call when you're at your appointment and tell us how you're doing."

"Yeah, okay."

"Who's Parker?" I hear and then the face on the phone changes to Ava's and I hear Mom scoffing.

"Young lady, you know better than to snatch something out of someone's hand. Give it back, please, and ask nicely."

Ava sighs and I chuckle, before I see Mom's face again and then Ava next to her this time. "Can I please have the phone?" She says it like she's twelve and not seven, just enough attitude to skate by without getting punished.

Then I'm looking at her again and this time Addison is there too. I smile at my sisters. Addison waves but doesn't say anything. She's the more timid of the two. I wave back, resting against my headboard.

"You guys behaving?" I ask.

Ava waves a finger at me. "No way, don't change the subject," she says. "I know you heard me. Who's Parker?"

"His boyfriend!" Dad shouts and I feel my cheeks heating. Addison gasps, her face lighting up. Ava purses her lips.

"I thought Zach was your boyfriend," she says.

"They broke up!" Dad shouts again, and I groan, covering my face with my hand.

Ava gasps now. "Did he hurt you?" She scowls into the phone and I can't help laughing. She seriously would go after Zach if I let her. She'd probably win, too.

"It's fine," I tell her. "And Parker isn't my boyfriend. We're just roommates."

"I want to meet him. He better be treating you right."

I flush. "He treats me just fine."

"You tell me if he doesn't." She points her finger at me.

"Yes, Ma'am," I say with a solute. She grins and then proceeds to tell me all about her day. The boy she has a crush on, the kid in her class who got in trouble for swearing, and the fact that her and Addison are graduating to green belts in their karate class in December and since I'll be home for Christmas break I'll get to see it.

"Can't wait," I tell her. "Hey, let me talk to Addy for a bit. Love you, sis."

"Love you, too," she says.

"Hey, princess," I say when Addison is holding the phone.

"Hi," she says. Her voice is soft but she's smiling. It turns to a frown when she says, "I miss you."

My heart squeezes. "I miss you too, Addy Bear. I'll be home for Thanksgiving soon, okay? We can have a tea party and you can introduce me to your new plushies."

She grins. "Okay. I have a new crown, too. You can wear it if you want."

I smile widely. "I would love to. You enjoying karate still?"

She nods.

"You gonna get a black belt and kick everyone's butts?" I ask, and she giggles.

"Rory Campbell," I hear Mom's voice and Addison giggles again. "We don't encourage violence, young man. You know that. Karate is for self defense. Not kicking butts."

Addison and I both chuckle and I wink at her. "I should go," I tell her. "Love you."

"Love you, too," she says, and I hang up. I set my phone down and lie back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling as I run my fingers through my hair and bite my lip.

Would Parker be my boyfriend if I asked him? Should I ask him? We've been having a lot of sex and it's been amazing. Better than I ever dreamed sex could be, but I can't help wanting more. He's the best person I know and he makes me happy, makes me better. He gave me the courage to break ties with Zach, to stand up for myself. I feel more confident because of him. I don't think I'm scared of making a mistake with him anymore. I know who he is. He's genuine, and kind, and he's the same person with me that he is with my friends. He always puts me first and makes sure I'm comfortable and safe in bed. Zach never did that.

No, I'm not afraid of finding out he's different. I'm afraid of him rejecting me when I finally muster up the courage to ask for more. To define what we are and what we're doing. I want more than just sex with him. I have since I moved in and realized what an amazing guy he is. But what if he doesn't want the same thing?

I sigh and roll off the bed, heading down the hall and into the living area where Parker is talking on the phone. He grins at me and goes back to talking.

"No, it's fine. Yeah, I'm sure. Don't worry about it. I'll be okay. I know. Mom, I know. It's fine. Please don't cry, Mom. I promise I'll be okay. I'll see you guys at Christmas. Okay. I love you, too."

He hangs up and gives me another small smile as he shoves his phone in his pocket.

"What was that about?" I ask. "I mean, if you want to tell me, that is. Because of course you don't have to. You just, I mean, it sounded, um, I mean. Is anything wrong?" Parker crosses the room as I ramble and then he's kissing me. I melt into the kiss and he's smiling again when he pulls away. "Is something wrong?" I ask again.

"No, not really," he tells me. "Just not going home for Thanksgiving, but it's fine."

I frown. "Oh. How come?"

He flushes.

"Shit. Sorry. I'm being really nosy. I don't mean to be, I just want to help."

"I know, freckles," he says. Then presses another kiss to my nose. "Things are tight right now, for them. They can't afford to bring me home this year and then pay for me to come home at Christmas too. It's okay, though. It's just a few more weeks until Christmas. It'll be fine. Mom was just emotional. She feels bad."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I hate that Parker can't be with his family over the Thanksgiving break, and I hate even more the thought of him being here all alone.

"There's gotta be other students who aren't going home. I'll find someone to hang out with." He gives me a grin and then moves towards the kitchen.

"What if you came home with me?" I ask, the words flying out of my mouth before I can stop myself.

He turns to me, hazel eyes wide. "Really?"

I flush. "Yeah, I mean, it's about a two hour drive, and you'll be stuck in the car with me the entire time, but I'm sure my parents would be happy to have you. They wanted to say thank you for taking me to my endoscopy anyway, so this is perfect. They'll talk your ear off and my sisters will cajole you into playing dress up, but if you're okay with that…" I trail off, fidgeting with my suspenders.

He grins. "That'd be awesome."

I can't help it. I beam at him. "Great. I'll text them. Oh, and they wanted you to have their number so you can update them during the procedure and afterwards."

"Of course," he says. I text my parents, letting them know I'm bringing Parker home for Thanksgiving, and Mom immediately replies telling me how wonderful that is and that they can't wait to meet him. Then I text their number to Parker. He immediately starts typing on his phone and then a moment later it dings.

"Ahh, your mom is so sweet," he says, typing again. "She just said thanks for taking care of her baby boy." He talks as he types out the message I'm assuming he's sending back to her. "No problem, Mrs. C. Rory is the best."

"Oh, god," I groan. "This was a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake."

He looks at me, a frown on his face, his eyes so sad I feel a pain in my chest. "You don't want me to come anymore?"

My eyes widen. "No," I say. "I mean, yes. I mean, I was just joking. Of course I want you to come home with me. I was being sarcastic, like I was terrified of you talking to my mom, but it's fine."

He grins and goes back to typing. Jesus, that look on his face. I forget that Parker doesn't understand sarcasm sometimes. But, oh boy. Mom and Parker messaging each other can't be good.

"Ahh, she just asked if there was anything in particular I want for Thanksgiving dinner," Parker croons when his phone pings again. "What do you guys usually have?"

"Uh, I don't know. Turkey, mashed potatoes, salad, deviled eggs, stuffing, rolls, green bean casserole."

"That all sounds good to me." He types back and presses send. Then he's laughing when his phone pings again and he reads Mom's reply to whatever he sent her.

Lord, I think Mom and Parker are going to be best friends before they even meet.