22. Chapter 22

Icould've gone home to shower and change, but I can't get enough of Von's smell on me. It feels naughty to wear his clothes to work.

Now I've got a belly full of Von's cum and I'm wearing his clothes. A much, much better choice.

I've never had better sex in my life. Being inside Von is addicting, and I don't see a reason to stop. We're consenting adults in a short-term sexuation. Who wouldn't want to repeatedly fuck the hottest dude on the planet? And he did things with his mouth and fingers I'm desperate for again.

I assumed ass play was for the person doing the fucking, but Von mapped out all the carnal ways to fulfill my needs and make me come. It was the only thing he wanted to do, not caring if he got off.

I might not be boyfriend material, but I'm not an idiot. I'm fucking Von until it isn't fun anymore. I don't think my fingers or mouth will ever tire of exploring his uncut cock. It's delectable.

I make a few calls from the lounge area at Unframed Art while it's quiet and discuss the land I inherited with a lawyer. It turns out the land is commercially zoned, so that's one less hurdle to open a youth center.

There's more tolerance in the world but there's also more hate. I spent a large part of my childhood fearing who I am and terrified my parents would find out. If I'd had a safe place, it would've made a huge difference. I doubt I'd have poison tattooed across my chest.

Working with the kids at The Q, I can see the difference it makes. I'd love to be able to reach more kids, especially in my homophobic hometown. Last year, a teen committed suicide and everyone called him weird and antisocial. He was probably gay and petrified. If I can open a center that stops one kid from hurting themselves, it will be worth it.

I'll never move to my hometown and leave Unframed Art and my true family. It's a huge undertaking, but I know Joanne will help. It's an amazing opportunity to help kids who need it. And if it embarrasses my parents, even better.

On the way to my station, I wave to Shane and Cole in the office.

"Whoa, stop right there," Shane yells and runs his eyes up and down me when I backtrack into the doorway. "Why are you wearing Von's clothes?"

How the hell would Shane know that. "I'm not." My voice goes up at the end as if it's a question and not a statement. When did I become such a terrible liar?

Von and I never had a conversation discussing us or his sexuality. I know he's out in Sweden, but the article in Page Seven upset him and it's not my place to out him if he doesn't want to disclose his sexuality.

"So you just happen to be wearing a sweatshirt with a premier team logo that Von used to play for and pants that are a couple of inches too long. That's your new style? Gays everywhere are plotting to revoke your membership card," Shane deadpans.

"Pretty boy, you can't force him to talk about it." Cole kisses the side of his head and grins at me.

I can see the wheels turning, and Cole thinks this new information will get me to stop flirting with Shane. I live to keep this happy version of Cole rooted in reality. Otherwise, he might float away on Cupid's cloud.

"Von, huh?" Cole asks.

I shrug casually. "I mean we're not…he's not…"

"Holyfuckingshit. You like him." Cole's gleeful declaration startles Shane, whose hand flies to his chest, imitating calming his racing heart. Cole hugs him tight to his body, cackling maniacally.

"He's a good guy and a talented artist." I suddenly don't know what to do with my hands or my facial expressions.

"His work is brilliant," Shane agrees. "Did you see the necklace he made for Madyson? Gorgeous."

"He made a ton of custom-ordered jewelry this morning. Unique stuff," I say proudly, as if I had a part in his explosion of creative achievement. Which I sorta did.

"Interesting you know that." Cole can't keep the amusement out of his voice.

I leave Cole and Shane to whatever sex games they're going to play as I text Von. He's the first person I tell about the land, and it occurs to me that I didn't mention it to either Cole, my best friend, or Shane, the financial genius. It's unsettling and I refuse to examine why I need to tell Von.

It's something I'd do if we were in a relationship. Great sex isn't a relationship. But I don't let that fact stop me from asking for his advice. He congratulates me and we decide to meet at his place after work.