Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

RORY

I wake to soft kisses on my neck and a gentle hand stroking my belly. I hum softly and nestle back against Parker, soaking up his body heat and the warmth it provides. His fingers skate up my abdomen and I moan, shoving my ass against his crotch when he starts playing with my nipples. I'm hard in an instant and I can feel his rock hard cock pressed against my ass as I move against him.

"Jesus, little rabbit," he murmurs, his voice husky as he meets my thrusts and rubs his thumb slowly over one nipple, making me shiver.

Today is the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. We'll be packing and heading out on the road to make our way to my parents' house, but I need an orgasm first or I'll be hard the entire trip. Parker knows just how to turn me on, and playing with my nipples is a sure fire way to get me horny.

But I didn't brush my teeth last night before bed and I'm sure my breath is terrible. "God, I want you," I tell him, "but can I brush my teeth first? And pee?"

He chuckles. "Why don't we both do that, and then we can shower together?"

I nod and scramble out of bed. He chuckles again at how quickly I'm moving. I hurry down the hall and brush my teeth and pee before making my way back to his room and the master bath. He's got the shower turned on already and is stripping out of his pajama pants and boxers. Seeing him tenting his boxers so prominently is ridiculously hot. They've already got a wet spot on them and I'm still so amazed that he gets this turned on because of me.

My mouth waters when his boxers fall to the floor and his cock is standing tall between his muscular thighs and oozing precum. I want it in my mouth so bad I let out a whimper.

He grins and then kisses me, his huge dick poking me in the belly and leaving precum on my shirt.

I rush to undress when he starts to stroke himself in front of me. Oh fuck. I'm removing my clothes so fast I trip over my pants and stumble, but catch myself on the sink and flush. Parker grins wider.

"Don't hurt yourself," he says. "I'm not going anywhere."

When I'm finally naked he takes my hand and pulls me into the shower with him. I'm climbing him in an instant and my body is electrified at the sensations of his wet, warm skin against mine. He grips my thighs and picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as the water rains down over us and we make out, sucking on each other's tongues and moaning loudly.

"Oh fuck, little rabbit," he murmurs, pulling away. "You sound so hot when you make those noises." He presses me against the wall and I gasp as my back hits the cold tiles. Then he's kissing me again, his cock pressed against my ass crack, and mine hard against his stomach. God, his cock feels amazing just nestled between my cheeks and sliding along my taint.

"Oh, god," I gasp, bucking my hips, my dick rubbing up against his abs, providing the perfect amount of friction, and my asshole fluttering repeatedly at the sensation of his cock sliding over it.

"Shit, I love when you get so darn needy," he rasps, then sucks on my neck, making me moan even louder and rut against him even more. "Oh, god, your ass feels amazing, baby."

Oh fuck. He's never called me that before, and I shiver, my dick oozing precum at his words. "I…I…oh, fuck. I want…" I want everything. I want to keep doing what we're doing, but I want to blow him, too, and I want to frot, and I also have this sudden aching desire to be inside him. Like my dick just fucking needs it. Needs him. I've never felt that before but it sends a surge of pleasure racing through me and my cock spasms as I cry out, my release barreling through me like a fucking Mack truck, and I spray all over his abdomen. Seconds later I feel him tensing, and then a familiar warmth against my ass crack and sliding down my thighs.

He presses kisses to my neck and jaw and then lets me down. We're both breathing heavily as he takes me in his arms and presses another kiss to my head. "Sorry you didn't get to blow me," he says, and I grin, looking up at him.

"It was worth it." He glances down to see that I'm still hard. I flush and he grins.

"I was thinking," he says, his eyes darting to the floor and then back to me as his cheeks flush. "You can say no, of course, but how would you feel about fucking? I know you aren't a fan of bottoming because it hasn't been good in the past, but you know you don't have to be the bottom, right? I mean, I could, and I'd like to, actually, if you're okay with it."

My dick twitches. It's like he's read my mind. Up until now it honestly hadn't occurred to me that I didn't have to bottom because I always have in the past, and because I'm so much smaller than Parker I just assumed he wouldn't want to. The more I think about the idea of topping him, though, the harder I get. But even though I'm excited, I hesitate. "I'm not very big," I tell him. "It might not be very good."

He grins and reaches down, starting to stroke me. I hiss and then moan. "You know how I feel about your dick," he tells me. "I'm crazy about it. And I want it inside me. If you want that, too."

I nod and he beams. We wash off and then dry off, before we make our way to the bed. Parker is hard again and my dick is throbbing now at the idea of being inside him, having that big, beautiful ass surrounding me and making him come on my cock.

"I think it might work best if we try it lying on our sides," he tells me and I nod. "At least the first time."

"Have you ever bottomed before?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "No, but I'm ready to try it with you. I've used toys on myself a couple of times, but that's it."

I flush and my heart skips a beat. "Okay," I say, my voice soft. He grabs lube and a condom out of his nightstand and tosses them on the bed, then lies down facing away from me and I climb on behind him. "Do you want me to prep you, or do you want to do it?"

He looks over his shoulder at me. I'm shaking slightly, a mixture of anxiety and excitement at the idea of fucking him.

"I'm fine either way," he says. "Are you nervous?"

I nod. "A little, but I want to do this with you, too. I just don't want to hurt you. I've never topped before either. The only person I've ever prepped is myself."

He rolls onto his back so he's staring up at me, and squeezes my arm. "I trust you. And I'd like you to do it. But I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

I let out a breath. "Okay, I'll do it. But tell me if I'm hurting you."

He nods and slides his top leg out in front of him, jutting his ass out to grant me access to his hole. I squirt some lube on my finger, and kneel next to him. I groan, watching as he strokes himself. God, that's hot. His dick is so fucking beautiful. Long and thick, and oozing precum once again. I whimper, desperate to have it in my mouth.

He looks over at me and a smile crosses his face that I don't think I've ever seen before. There's mischief there and a tinge of wickedness.

"You're being mean," I pout. He chuckles and I point a finger at him. "I'm gonna fuck you and after I come you're gonna roll over and let me suck your cock."

His eyes widen and then a huge smile breaks out across his face. "Yes, sir," he says, then wiggles his ass at me. I can't help laughing, but I slap his ass at the same time and he yelps slightly. I slide my fingers between his cheeks and circle his hole slowly. He closes his eyes and moans instantly, and it spurs me on.

He whimpers as I slide my finger along his taint. His cock twitches and he pushes his ass back. "That's really good," he whines. "God, it never feels that good when I do it. Don't stop, little rabbit."

God, I'm on cloud nine knowing how good I'm making him feel with just my fingers. This is a fucking rush. My cock jerks and precum leaks out in droves. I slide my finger up his crack and press it against his hole and he spasms, his hole fluttering like crazy against my finger. Holy hell.

"Shit," I breathe. I move my finger away to gather more lube on it and he whimpers, jutting his ass out more.

"Rory." He says my name like he's desperate for me, and shit that does something for me. My cock jerks, and I have to squeeze it to keep from coming.

"Almost there." I slide my finger along his hole again, then press inside gently, and his whole body shudders. Fuck, he responds so well that I can't help wondering if maybe he was right about bottoming being amazing if you do it right.

I stretch him, slowly, moving my finger in and out. He jolts when I press against a soft rubbery spot. "Oh, fuck. Yeah, that's it. More, little rabbit. Please?" He strokes himself and I add a second finger, scissoring them. Then I'm adding more lube to my fingers again and a third slides in this time.

"Fuck," he whines. "I'm ready. I need you, freckles. Fuck me."

Oh, boy. I want this, and my cock really wants this. It's so hard it fucking hurts, but I'm still nervous about my ability to make it good for him. I slide my fingers out and tear open the condom wrapper, sliding it over my dick and then slicking it up with more lube. Then I lie on my side and position my dick at his entrance. Fuck, here goes nothing.

I push and the tip of my cock slowly enters him. Oh my god, I fucking shake at the sensation of his ass, hot and tight around me. Holy hell, I've never felt anything like this before. I breathe in and out as I reach around and rest my hand on his abdomen, as he strokes himself slowly. "Oh fuck," I gasp as I position my top leg over his and slide further inside him. "Fuck, this feels amazing. I don't think I'm gonna last long."

"That's okay," Parker breathes. I drink in his toasted marshmallow and vanilla scent and press kisses to his back.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He nods. "Yeah. Fuck, it feels good, little rabbit. Love your dick, just like I knew I would. So fucking cute and so amazing inside me. Get it in there all the way and fuck me."

I push again and slide all the way in, encased in his tight heat, my breath ragged. I press more kisses to his naked skin and rub circles on his belly. He's still stroking himself slowly.

"Fuck, yeah," he grunts. "Now move. Let me feel you, baby."

I slide out a little bit and then back in and he moans, his hole spasming around me. Oh fuck. I slide all the way out and then back in, and sweat breaks out across his back and neck. The feel of his hard, muscular body against mine is incredible as I move inside him. Every inch of my body is electrified and I am so damn hard.

"Fuck, little rabbit, don't stop. Want you to come inside me. You feel so fucking good. Your little cock is perfect for me."

My cock jerks at his words and I feel my balls drawing up. I thrust harder, gripping him and holding him to me. He stops stroking himself and laces his fingers with mine on his belly. "That's it," he says, "Yes, yes, oh fuck, Rory, yes. Come inside me."

"Oh, fuck!" I cry out and my cock sprays my release inside the condom as my body shakes. Holy hell. I wait about two seconds before I'm sliding out of him slowly.

His eyes are hooded and sweat is beaded on his forehead. His cock is leaking profusely, and I want it in my mouth right fucking now. "Roll over."

He does, and spreads his legs instantly. Damn, that's hot. I position myself between his thighs. Why does everything we're doing together feel so right? "You gonna suck me, little rabbit?" he asks, holding his dick out for me. I lean forward and let my lips slide against the head of his dick, his precum glossing them before I lick it off and then kiss the head of his beautiful cock. Then I lower my head, sliding my tongue along his balls and up his shaft slowly, before taking him in my mouth.

I hum as his taste explodes on my tongue and he groans. I open my eyes for an instant to see his head fallen back against the pillow and his eyes closed, his sexy af Adam's apple bobbing. Then I close my eyes again and take him deeper.

"Oh shit," he cries out, his hips bucking and his cock sliding even further down my throat. My eyes water and saliva and snot slide down my face but I don't ask him to stop. I love it. All of it. The weight of him in my mouth, his taste, the way his cock jerks inside me, the glide of it. It's euphoric. My own cock is half hard again and I reach down and stroke myself as I bob up and down on his dick and let him face fuck me. He grips my hair tight enough to hurt, but I don't let up.

"Oh, fuck, Rory," he moans. "Fuck, so good. I'm gonna come." He thrusts two more times and his grip on my hair tightens as his body spasms and his cock pulses in my mouth. I swallow everything before he releases my hair and I slide off of him with a pop, my saliva dripping onto his belly and dick.

"Fuck, did I hurt you?" he says, and I shake my head. He grabs a tissue and uses it to wipe my face. Then he's pulling me to him and we kiss languidly, me sprawled on top of him.

"That was amazing," I say, resting my head on his chest as his arms come around me.

"Fuck, yeah, it was," he agrees. "Told you I'd love your dick."

I grin, and he kisses the top of my head before playing with my curls.

A moment passes, my heart beating faster again as I trace his pec with my finger. "Are we exclusive?" I blurt. My face is warm and I think I might puke, but at least I fucking said it. I close my eyes and breathe in and out slowly. His fingers stop and my eyes open. I raise my head and meet his gaze. His hazel eyes are warm and soft.

"I don't want anyone else," he says. "I haven't wanted anyone else."

I swallow. "Me either." His grin is bright and he kisses me again.

PARKER

We're packed and on the road a couple of hours later. We're taking my car because Rory's is too small for me to manage such a long drive. I have the address for his parents' house plugged into the GPS on my phone, and Ed Sheeran is playing as we make our way through the winding roads, surrounded by snow capped mountains and greenery, with a light dusting of snow. We even see a beaver dam and some elk on our drive.

We stop about half way through and switch drivers. We talk about our families for a good portion of the drive and I love how his face lights up when he mentions his parents and sisters. I can tell he's eager to see them, and it makes me happy. His dad's name is Frank and he is an engineer, and his mom's name is Delilah and she is a music teacher, so she's home with his sisters while they are on break. I find out that they make turkey cookies every year, which I can't imagine taste good, until he clarifies that they are cookies shaped like turkeys, not turkey flavored cookies. He tells me they put their tree up the day after Thanksgiving every year so I'll be around for the festivities, and that they have a fire pit in their backyard where they roast smores on Thanksgiving evening after a late lunch.

When we arrive at his house it's evening. I take it in. Two stories, a three car garage, and a well landscaped but small front yard. It looks homey and well taken care of.

"Ready?" Rory says, and I nod. As soon as we step out of the car, the front door opens and a stout woman with dark hair comes racing down the steps and throws her arms around Rory. She hugs him so tight he lets out a pained squeak.

"For Christ's sake, Delilah," a voice that sounds very similar to Rory's says. I look up to see a man a few inches taller than Rory but still several inches shorter than me standing on the front porch in jeans and a flannel shirt, with a baseball cap on. "Let the boy breathe."

"Oh, hush, you," Rory's mom says, releasing Rory and waving off her husband. She grips Rory's cheeks in her hands. "My baby is home at last."

A second later, the front door opens again and two young girls squeal as they zip past their father and down the stairs, their brown hair a blur and wide smiles on their faces as they shout, "Rory!!!" Rory opens his arms and beams as they jump into them. His mom turns to me at the same time and I hold out my hand, but she wraps her arms around me instead, and I bend over to hug her. She smells like spiced apples and cinnamon.

"It's so good to meet you, Parker," she says. "I'm so glad you could join us." She grips my cheeks now. "So tall," she says, "and so handsome." I flush, and Rory groans as his sisters giggle.

"Thank you for inviting me. I really appreciate it, and so do my parents."

"Oh, it's no trouble at all," she assures me. "You're welcome any time."

"Hi, I'm Ava," one of his sisters says, stepping up to me and holding out her hand. I grin and shake it.

"Nice to meet you," I say.

"Chocolate or vanilla?"

"Um…what?" I ask.

"For when we make cupcakes for the tea party. Chocolate or vanilla?"

I grin. "Chocolate."

She beams. I look past her to her sister who is snug against Rory's side. "Hi," I say with a wave. "I'm Parker, Rory's roommate. You must be Addison. I like your dress."

She beams at me and I see Rory smiling widely, too. "Is Moana your favorite princess?" She nods. "She's pretty cool."

"All right, let's get your things and get inside," Delilah says, waving for Mr. C to come help with the luggage.

Ava takes my hand before I can help carry anything, and pulls me towards the house. I look back at Rory and he shrugs, grinning.

"Okay," Delilah says once we're all inside. "Supper's about ready so why don't you boys take your things up to Rory's room and then we'll eat. You don't mind sharing a room, do you?" she asks me. "We don't have a guest room but it's got an air mattress on the floor you can use."

"That's perfect," I say. I don't want to tell her I'll probably be climbing into bed with Rory, because I'm not sure what he's told them about us, and if she got out an air mattress then I'm guessing they don't know we're sleeping together.

There's a large living area off to the left with a comfortable looking sectional and a wide screen tv above a fireplace. Off to the right is a dining area and windows leading to a fenced in backyard, and the kitchen is just a few feet from the dining area with an island and modern appliances. Stairs off to the left and behind the living room lead up to the second floor and there's a small guest bath as well.

I grab my suitcase and Rory takes his, as we head up the stairs. I follow him and he leads me down the carpeted hallway, past an office, another bathroom, and a room with two single beds decorated in Hello Kitty, before stopping at the door at the end of the hall. The door is part way open already, and he shoves it with his shoulder as he enters. It's not a huge room, but it's decent sized. Big enough for his bed, which is also twin sized, and decorated in a black and gray comforter. There's a double inflatable mattress on the floor next to the bed, along with a dresser, closet and a desk.

I stop just inside the room and take it in. There's framed art work as well as several canvases decorating the walls. Beautiful watercolors and pen and ink sketches of flowers, animals, the mountains.

"Holy cinnamon rolls, freckles, you did all these?" I walk further into the room to get a closer look, admiring them.

"Yeah," Rory says, his cheeks pinkening as he shoves his hands in the pockets of his gray skinny jeans. He's paired them with a red dress shirt today and a polka dot bow tie with white suspenders. He looks scrumptious as always.

"They're amazing."

I look around at the rest of his room. Black curtains hang above his window that looks out over the back yard and there's a picture of his family sitting on his desk along with different art supplies.

"Your parents don't know about us, do they?" I ask, and his face pales. He shakes his head.

"Are you mad?"

"No," I tell him, taking his hand and squeezing it. "Honestly, my family doesn't know either. I didn't really know what to tell them."

"Yeah, I guess I didn't either, and I hadn't even told them about Zach and I breaking up until last week."

"We don't have to tell anyone anything until you're ready," I say, and he smiles at me. I want him to want to tell people, sure, because I am ready to tell people. Rory is amazing and I want my family and friends to know I'm with him, especially after our conversation this morning. But with everything that he's been through lately, I don't want to push him either, and he might be freaked out if I told him I'm pretty sure I'm falling for him.

"Thank you." He stands on his tiptoes and kisses my cheek. I hear a dog barking outside and look at him. "Oh, that's Oreo."

"Boys, dinner!" Delilah shouts up the stairs.

"You have a dog?" I ask.

"Yeah, she's super sweet. Come on. I'll introduce you."

We make our way downstairs and to the dining room and I spot Oreo right away. She's a black lab and her tail waves frantically, her feet clapping against the hardwood floor. There's a cool breeze and she smells like grass and dirt, telling me she just got let inside. She's whimpering excitedly when Rory approaches her, me behind him. He kneels and scratches behind her ears. She licks his face, making him scrunch his face up, and I get down on the floor next to him.

She steps right up to me and smells my face, then offers me a lick as well. "Oreo, no," Delilah scolds as she carries a dish to the table and sets it down. It smells amazing. Frank is filling the glasses with water and the girls are sitting at the table, watching the whole thing and giggling.

"It's okay Mrs. C, I don't mind," I tell her as Rory and I stand and I pet Oreo's head as she pants, her tail still going a mile a minute.

"Oh, none of that Mrs. C stuff. Just call me Delilah, sweetheart."

"Same goes for me," Frank says, patting me on the shoulder before he takes a seat at the table.

"Come on, now, sit down before the food gets cold," Delilah says. I take a seat next to Rory across from the twins and Delilah takes one end of the table while Frank takes the other.

They ask me about my major and how school is going while we eat. Delilah is delighted when I tell them I want to be a teacher or a coach, or both. Frank asks if I play any sports, and I shake my head.

"I played football in high school, for fun, but I'm not super competitive and I realized I liked the coaching side of things more and just working with kids."

I tell them about my family and our different traditions when they ask. How we all used to cram into the same room on Christmas Eve when we were kids and we'd stay up all night playing board games and video games, too excited to fall asleep. How Mom insisted on having a real tree even though she was allergic. How the angel tree topper we have has been missing a wing for ten years because my brothers were fighting over who got to put it on the tree and broke it, and Mom couldn't bring herself to get rid of it because after she scolded them it was a fond memory. How we go caroling every year even though none of us can sing except Hope, but we enjoy the time as a family.

I offer to help clean up dinner when we're finished eating but Delilah waves me away and tells me Frank will help and I'm a guest. I should make myself comfortable. Rory and I end up playing a game of Candy Land with Addison and Ava and then Slap Jack, which Addison is wicked good at, before we call it a night. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I'm determined to help some in the kitchen. I can't come eat all their good food and not help out.

I slide under the blankets of my air mattress that night as Rory lies in his bed next to me. The lights are off and the moon casts a glow over his freckled face as he looks at me. "I'm hoping this doesn't sound too selfish," he says, "and I'm not exactly glad you couldn't go home for break, but I'm really glad you're here."

I chuckle. "Me, too."

"Goodnight," he says.

"Night, freckles."