Chapter 15

FIFTEEN

PARKER

We're both incredibly busy over the next few weeks, finishing up papers and projects, and studying for final exams. Rory is spending a good chunk of his time in the art studio, working on his final project for the semester in one of his Illustration courses, and we haven't seen much of each other.

We've only had sex a handful of times since we returned from Thanksgiving break, and I'm missing him like crazy. Not just his cute little dick inside me making me blow my load, which we've done a few more times now, but everything about him. His smile, his laugh, his shyness outside the bedroom and his confidence in it. His humor, his tenderness, those adorable freckles, the way he scrunches up his nose. The way he smells and the feel of him in my arms. The way his curls tickle my chin when we're snuggling in bed or on the couch. And the thought of being away from him for two more weeks over Christmas break is making me so sad I'm baking up a storm in whatever spare time I have.

Rory has asked me if I'm okay, which is a fair question when he comes home and sees two dozen cupcakes and just as many cookies decorating the kitchen counters, along with banana bread and brownies. I tell him I'm just stressed about final exams because admitting how much I miss him and don't want to be away from him over break might scare him if he's not feeling the same.

He coaxes me into the bedroom after dinner two nights before break and my dick is hard in an instant when he starts to strip. His red suspenders fall off his shoulders and he shimmies out of his pants, then removes his bowtie and unbuttons his shirt, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widen. The panties I was expecting, but the rest of it is enough to make me almost come on the spot. He's standing in front of me in a lacy red thong, his cock hard and his face flushed. There's a wet spot forming on his panties already. But the thing that's new is the lacy red bra he's got on, and the sexy as hell red thigh high tights that have lace along the top. I'm actually speechless, but my dick is so fucking hard it hurts as he sashays towards me where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I've missed you," he says, and just the way he's looking at me has my cock throbbing in my jeans. "And I thought maybe I could give you an early Christmas present. Help you relax a little and give the oven a break."

I chuckle and flush, but he's smiling and presses a kiss to my lips that quickly becomes more heated as he climbs onto my lap and straddles me. I moan as he tilts my head back and slides his tongue down my throat, his fingers gripping my hair as I move my hands to his ass and grip his cheeks. He loves when I play with his ass.

Sure enough, he moans into my mouth and juts his ass out to fill my palms, kissing me harder.

I want to tell him so badly how I feel and it's on the tip of my tongue, but when I pull away from the kiss I say, "I need to get naked."

He nods and climbs off of me so I can strip, and then I'm taking him in my arms and lifting him, his legs wrapped around me. I remove his glasses and set them on the dresser before I carry him to the bed and lower him onto it, his legs still wrapped around me. I love the feel of his silky tights against my skin and I shiver.

"God, you're so fucking pretty," I say, staring into his vivid blue eyes as he gazes up at me, brown curls falling over his forehead. I kiss him again, and when I pull away, I reach for the lube and condoms in the nightstand. His hand grips my wrist and I meet his gaze again.

"I've been thinking," he says. "I think I want to try bottoming, with you."

I stare at him, my heart pounding and my dick leaking precum onto his belly. "Really?" I ask. "You know I'm perfectly happy with what we're doing."

"I know," he tells me. "But I want this. I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me."

"Oh fuck," I whisper. I kiss him languidly and when I pull away say, "I'll be gentle. I'll take care of you, little rabbit. I promise."

"I know you will," he says, and my heart flutters. I kneel, then reach up and grip the waistband of his thong, pulling it over his erection and down, sliding it off his legs and tossing it to the floor. My gaze tracks over him, the silky tights, that cute as fuck dick, the lacy bra, the adorable freckle scattered face, and my breath catches in my throat at how much he means to me. When I speak again, my voice is rough, and barely a whisper.

"I'll stretch you like this," I tell him, "but I think you should ride me, then you can control it more."

He nods, and I slide my hands along his thighs and his belly, drinking him in. I lean forward and press kisses to his abdomen, working my way down to his tummy, right above his dick. I slide my tongue inside his belly button and he sucks in a breath, his stomach sinking in and his body starting to tremble. I press kisses to his hips and thighs, feeling the silky material of his tights against my cheek. Then I move up again and press even more kisses to his cock, and it twitches each and every time as Rory gasps, my name spilling from his lips as his precum slicks up my lips. He tugs on my arms and whines, and when I see the look in his eyes, my breath catches.

He doesn't speak again, just tugs once more and I move up again and press my lips to his. He whimpers again as I slide my tongue in his mouth and his legs come around me again, his fingers tangling in my hair. I slide my hand up his stomach slowly, and then under the band of his bra. He gasps into my mouth as I play with his nipples.

"Parker," he whines, making my cock throb. "Please."

"Fuck, little rabbit. Can't get enough of you."

He whimpers again and bucks his hips up, his arms above his head. Fuck, he's gorgeous like this, and I'm overwhelmed that he is giving me control. I grip his chin and slant my lips over his again, kissing him hard as he rubs up against me, whimpering and moaning into my mouth. When I pull away, his lips are swollen and his eyes are lust blown.

"Need you," he says. "Fuck me."

"Jesus, freckles." I kiss him again before I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand and slick up my fingers. I don't say anything. He spreads his legs for me and a shiver races down my spine at the sight of his gorgeous little pucker fluttering in anticipation. I can't help it, I lower myself and slide my tongue along his taint, gripping his thighs and spreading his cheeks, the lube on my fingers getting on his tights.

"Oh, sorry," I murmur, and he almost snarls at me as he grips his legs and spreads them wider.

"Get back down there, goddamn it, and do that again."

I grin and return to my task, licking and sucking on his hole as he curses and repeats my name again and again. I slide my tongue inside and he mewls.

"Oh, god. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop. Stop." I pull out and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. He's breathing heavily and his eyes are lidded, his skin flushed. "Fuck, I almost came."

I grin again and kiss his cock. "I wouldn't have minded."

He shakes his head. "I want your cock. I don't want to come until it's buried inside me." He spreads his legs again and I add more lube to my fingers before sliding inside him slowly.

"Oh, god, yes." His head falls back, his neck muscles straining and his mouth parted in bliss. I slide my finger in and out before pegging his prostate and watching him shudder. "Oh, oh, fuck, oh fuck, that's so good. Oh fuck, Parker." I add a second finger and scissor them, and he whimpers.

"You okay?" I ask, and he nods. "You're sexy as fuck, little rabbit. Love your hole."

"It feels good," he rasps, looking at me as I continue to move my fingers inside him, slowly, gently. "I've….ngggg, I've never had it feel this good before." Tears fill his eyes and slide down his cheeks and his chest heaves.

"Oh, baby," I croon, my fingers stilling, my heart a mixture of pain that he never had a good experience bottoming before, and pride that I'm the one giving it to him now.

"I'm sorry," he says, wiping at his cheeks. "That's not very sexy."

"It's okay to cry," I tell him. "Crying during sex isn't uncommon. You've got lots of hormones doing crazy things and you're feeling a lot. I won't ever judge you for crying. You can feel however you need to feel with me."

He nods and gives me a small smile.

"Do we need to stop?"

He shakes his head, so I kiss him gently and then start moving again. A few more tears slip free as I stretch him, but we don't stop.

"You still good?" I ask when my fingers slide out.

"Yes," he says. "I don't want to ride you, though. I want to be under you."

I look into his eyes and nod. "Okay." I slick up my cock and position myself at his entrance. "It will hurt some, but I promise it will feel good, too. If it doesn't, if you don't like it for any reason, we'll stop. Just say the word. I'm trusting you to tell me if you want to stop."

He nods and I rest my hands on either side of him before I push in slowly. I did a good job stretching him and I slide past his tight ring with not much effort. He hisses and lets out a breath, and I lean over, kissing him, and sliding my free hand under his bra again, circling his hard nipple with my thumb. I slide in a little more as he grips my cheeks and kisses me back, whimpering softly into my mouth. I pull away from the kiss and rest my forehead against his, our breaths mingling between us as my thumb and forefinger continue to play with his nipple and he shivers.

"You're really big," he whispers.

I nod. "You feel amazing. I'm gonna come most of the way out and then slide back in."

He nods this time and I slide slowly out, before coating my cock in more lube and pressing back in. He gasps as I slide almost all the way in and my body shudders at how fucking incredible it feels to be inside him. To have his perfect little ass swallowing my cock. "Fuck, freckles, you feel good." I breathe in and out and so does he, and then I'm sliding all the way inside him, buried deep, my cock throbbing and my body shaking with the need to move, to fuck him.

More tears slide down his cheeks now and I press my forehead to his. "Please say those are good tears," I whisper, and he nods as even more tears fall, his body shaking.

"I can't believe you're inside me."

"Fuck, freckles, I'm gonna cry if you keep saying stuff like that."

He chuckles and lets out a breath. "It hurts, but it also feels really fucking amazing. Like a really pleasant burn." He wipes his tears and I kiss his nose.

"If I do my job right it should feel a whole lot better in a couple of seconds," I tell him. "I'm gonna move now. You feel so fucking good, and I don't think I'm gonna last long."

He nods and I slide out before pushing back in. He clings to me, arms and legs wrapped around me as I gradually increase the speed and severity of my thrusts, his breaths picking up and his cries of pleasure getting louder and louder as I fuck him. Holy shit, I am crying now. I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I'm in love with my little roomie.

I wrap my arms around him, holding his small body to me, and thrust again and again. His silky tights rub against my sides and his lacy bra brushes against my chest, sending even more shockwaves of pleasure through me as I fuck him.

"Parker," he cries, his grip on me tightening. "Fuck, don't stop. Love your cock." I thrust harder and nail his prostate again and again. "Oh, god. More. Please, Parker, more. I need you."

Shit, I can't control myself when he says things like that. I thrust hard and fast and he's sobbing underneath me as I press kisses to his neck and jaw.

"Come for me, little rabbit," I say. I thrust two more times and he explodes, his back arching as his hole clenches around me, his cock spurting his release between us. I'm so close it only takes two more thrusts before I'm joining him, my cum filling the condom buried inside him.

I don't collapse on him. I'm afraid I might hurt him if I do. Instead I pull out slowly, then keep him in my arms and roll onto my back, bringing him with me so he's lying on top of me now.

He doesn't speak for a while, just cries more, and I run my fingers through his hair as his body shakes.

"You okay, little rabbit?" I ask eventually. He lifts his head and his eyes meet mine. He still doesn't say anything, just kisses me.

"Come to my art show tomorrow night?" he says, and I blink. "Well, not my art show. The school's art show. They're showcasing all the final projects and I really want to show you mine."

"Of course," I tell him, and he kisses me again. He doesn't say anything after that and I slide out from under him to get a washcloth and clean us off. Then I climb back into bed naked and curl up against him as we fall asleep.

Rory has to leave early the following evening to be at the art show before it starts. I know Lucy and Jackson will be there too, and I'm way excited to see what he's done. I know it will be amazeballs.

Tomorrow night is our Christmas/yay we finished finals and didn't die, party at Lucy's place, and then the following morning Rory is dropping me off at the airport and then heading home for Christmas. I know I should be more excited about seeing my family, and I really do want to see them, but I'll hate being away from my little rabbit for two whole weeks.

"Oh, shit," I say, mouth gaping as Rory comes into the living room dressed in a tux. I've never seen him this dressed up before, and he's cute af. I take his hand in mine and press my lips to his fingers. He squirms and bites his lip.

"You look amazing," I tell him.

He flushes and presses up on his tiptoes to kiss me. "See you soon," he says, then grabs his coat and heads out the door.

I shower and dress, then text Jackson and Lucy to let them know I'm on my way. They say they'll meet me outside and we can go in together.

It's a short drive, and I'm there in less than five minutes. It's dark out since it's evening in December, and the pathway up to the front door of the art building is lined with snow, and lit up by street lights. I can see the crowd gathering through the large windows and the glass front doors, and more and more people are arriving every second and making their way inside.

Lucy and Jackson are just inside and I smile when I see them. Lucy hugs me and kisses my cheek. Jackson looks a little off, though, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair not styled to perfection as usual. He doesn't say anything, just stands with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slumped.

"You okay?" I ask.

He nods, and when his phone buzzes he takes it out of his pocket, looks at it, and then slides it away again without responding to whoever it was, but his cheeks are flushed and he looks even more upset now.

We make our way through the crowded hallway, filled with different pieces of art; drawings, paintings, photographs. They're all amazing, but I know before I see it that I will love Rory's the best.

We spot him, and Lucy and I weave our way through the crowd over to where he's standing next to his piece, Jackson trailing behind us, looking at his phone again. He's clearly bothered by something and doesn't want to tell us what, but this night is about Rory, so I turn my attention to him again, and the gorgeous watercolor he's painted that is displayed on the easel next to him. Underneath it is the title: "Parker."

My eyes widen and I look at him.

"Is that me?" I say, and he bites his lip, nodding. He's painted a picture of me lying in bed on my stomach with the sheet over my bottom half, my bare back on display and the sunlight spilling through the window, casting shadows over my face. It's incredible.

"It's amazing, Rory," Lucy says, and kisses his cheek.

"How did you do that without me noticing?" I ask, still in disbelief.

"I took a picture of you and then worked off of it. Are you mad?"

"What?" I say. "Mad? No, I'm honored. I can't believe you picked me for your final project. It's so good."

He beams and I kiss his cheek. When I turn, Lucy is having a hushed conversation with Jackson a few feet away.

"Is he okay?" Rory asks.

"I don't know," I tell him.

"He's been acting weird lately. Moody, and closed off, and I don't know what's going on. He won't talk to either me or Lucy about what's bugging him." He hesitates for a second before asking, "Is Preston okay?"

"I don't know," I say. "He's seemed okay in class, but I haven't really talked with him outside it in a while. Before break, though, he was acting kind of weird, blowing the guys and I off because he had ‘plans'." I put the word in finger quotes. "Why?"

"I heard them arguing at the party we had right before Thanksgiving and I think maybe they're fighting."

My eyes widen. "You think they're together?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Like I said, he won't tell us anything. But remember the Halloween party?"

"Oh, shit. Yeah, they were flirting weren't they?" He nods and then we see Jackson looking in our direction and Lucy whispering something to him. He makes his way over to us and gives Rory a hug.

"I'm sorry I'm being an asshole," he says.

"It's okay," Rory says.

"No, it's not. Things are fucked up right now but you're my best friend and tonight is your night. I'm really proud of you, babe."

"Thank you." Rory gives a small smile, but I can tell he's worried about his friend.

We leave shortly after that, and Rory stays behind as more people come through to view his work and congratulate him. It's late by the time he gets back to the apartment and toes off his dress shoes. He looks exhausted.

I pat my leg and he lies on the couch with his head in my lap while I massage his scalp. He's snoring only minutes later and I carry him to bed.

RORY

The following day we don't have classes. We're finished with finals and we leave tomorrow to go home for Christmas break. I'm beyond excited to see my family again and watch Ava and Addison get their green belts in martial arts, but I've also been pretty melancholy about the fact that I won't see Parker for two weeks. No kisses, no hand holding, no cuddles, no sex.

I've finally had to admit to myself that I'm head over heels for him, but I'm scared it's too soon and I don't want to say anything yet. I don't know what the right timing is for this stuff. I just know he's it for me.

We sleep in and then fuck in the shower. We pack and then fuck again. I feel like I can't get enough of him knowing I'll be dropping him off tomorrow and that he'll be all the way in California. Will he want me to call him? Or will he be too busy having fun with his family to talk to me?

We eat dinner early and then head over to Lucy's around eight. Parker is dressed in an ugly Christmas sweater and jeans and I'm wearing a red shirt with a green bow tie and black suspenders. I also have reindeer antlers on my head and of course, my earplugs.

Her apartment is about a ten minute drive and when we arrive we hear Christmas music playing from the other side of the door as we stand in the hallway. I knock and the door opens a moment later. It's one of Lucy's roommates and she smiles and ushers us inside. We join the rapidly growing crowd of people, chatting, laughing, and drinking. There's several new faces. Jackson is here, as well as some classmates of Lucy's and her roommate's friends. Chris, Blake and Preston are here too. And I can't help noticing how Preston and Jackson are staying on opposite ends of the room from each other, but glancing at the other constantly.

Parker and I head to the kitchen to grab a drink. We chat with Lucy for a minute before she gets whisked away by a girl with red hair and very ample breasts who's dressed in what can only be described as a Santa Claus jumpsuit, and a headband with blinking Christmas lights on it.

Preston stumbles into the kitchen a second later with a drink in his hand. His face is slack and his lips are pressed into a thin line as he puts his cup down and loads up a plate with snacks.

"Hey, you okay?" Parker asks.

"Yeah, sure." Preston's reply is clipped and he shoves a chip in his mouth, crunching down on it hard.

I exchange a look with Parker and he shrugs. "How were finals?" he tries again.

"Great," Preston says. "Amazing. Fucking fantastic."

I hear a laugh from the next room that I know is Jackson, and Preston's body tenses. He eats more. As I get a closer look at him I can see that he is definitely not okay. His eyes look red and bloodshot, like he hasn't been sleeping, and I've never seen him this worked up before. He's clearly pissed, and I have a feeling it's at my best friend. What is going on with those two?

"Listen, I know we haven't talked much lately," Parker says to his friend. "But you know you can talk to me. About anything."

Preston nods. He sounds more tired than upset when he says, "Yeah, thanks. I'm fine, though. Really."

Parker squeezes his shoulder, and we make our way into the living room. There's a makeshift dance area, and on the other side of the room there's a group of people playing some sort of drinking game having to do with Christmas songs.

Parker and I dance for a little bit before we head back into the kitchen for a snack. It's only a few seconds later that I hear Preston's voice coming from the living room, and then a collective gasp. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Preston, calm down." That's Jackson's voice. Parker and I hurry into the living room to see what's going on. We get there in time to see Preston shove another guy, someone I don't know but who was clearly getting friendly with Jackson.

"Get your fucking hands off him," Preston snarls.

"What the hell?" Jackson says. "Preston, lay off. It's none of your business."

Preston's face is filled with hurt. "Fuck you," he retorts, the entire room staring at the scene in front of us. "I can't do this anymore, Jackson. I'm fucking done. Have a nice life."

He turns to Lucy. "I'm sorry," he says, and he honestly looks like he might cry. Then he's turning and heading for the door.

I look at Parker as the party resumes and then across the room at Jackson, who seems to be torn between staying and leaving as the guy Preston shoved moves back into Jackson's space.

Jackson brushes him off and heads for the door, too. Jesus, what the hell? I look at Lucy and she shakes her head.

We don't stay much longer because I'm exhausted and can't handle the noise. But when we do get back to our apartment I text Jackson to ask if he's okay.

There's no reply.