Chapter 8

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WHEN SOMEPLACE ELSE FEELS LIKE HOME

It’s not the cool wind that wakes me. Nor that I must have kicked off my blankets. Not even the fact I have to take such a big piss, my stomach aches. No, it’s bright and happy chirping right near my ear.

Peeking an eye open, I see her in all her glory. Dirty, but still yellow, cheerfully munching away on apple slices. Quietly, I slide off the bed with a giant smile tugging at my cheeks. I slowly shut the window behind her, and she hops back in her cage as if it’s where she wants to be.

“You came back! Welcome home.” I scoop up the rest of her treats and put them in her little dish before refilling her water. Her cage is still clean, and she follows me around the house. While I stand at the sink, she perches on my shoulder and pecks at my hair. Like… she missed me. My finger strokes her feathery back, and she takes a bath in the water dish before I can set it inside.

“Okay, use that, then. I’ll get you fresh stuff after you’re done.”

My heart warms until moisture heats my eyes. I missed her. All I can think is, I can’t wait to tell Briggs.

As soon as I get her settled back in her cage, making sure she’s not going to fly away again, I dress in a hurry and brush my teeth, then dart over to his place. When I reach the parking lot, I pause before getting out of the car.

Maybe it’s too early for him. Or, shit, what if he has a class? I should have texted or called.

Fuck it. I don’t care. I want to see him.

I consider going to get a haircut first as I brush my hair back from my face. My hoodie has mustard stains on it. And my sweatpants haven’t been washed in weeks. Sniffing my chest, I get a hint of body odor, but reach into the glove box and grab some old body spray and put that on first, then rush up to his door.

His hair is wet, and he wears a white towel around his waist when he throws open the door, but my favorite part of his outfit is the broad smile flashing some dimples when he sees me.

“Mason! Come in!” Stepping back, he lets me inside, and I half turn to apologize.

“Sorry, I should have texted or something…”

With a wave of his hand, he leads us to the sofa. “No, it’s good timing. I just got out of the shower.”

Oh… he thinks that is good timing? What does that mean?

“You have class today?” I ask.

“Yeah, just one, though, in about two hours. How about you?”

“Um, yeah. Later this afternoon.” Sitting back on the cushion, he plops next to me, and his big thighs part with his towel falling between them. His arm stretches across the back with the heat from his hand grazing the back of my neck. “I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened this morning. She came back! Sweetie came home! Thank you so much!”

The white teeth behind his lips shine as his smile grows broader. Dipping his arm around me, he pulls me in for a small half-hug and says, “That’s amazing, Mason! I’d like to meet her.”

My stomach does a flip as I lose my breath. “You would?”

A serious expression crosses his face, and he bites his bottom lip while staring at mine. Only two seconds of utter stillness fill the space between us until a volcano of passion erupts, and we’re on each other. I’m not sure who makes the first move, but my hands are in his hair and his around my neck and waist. Pulling me onto him, me tugging his face onto mine, then biting at each other’s lips until we forcefully combine.

When I slide onto his lap, my thighs surround his waist and his firm erection fits against mine. I whimper a moan as our tongues toy in one another’s mouths, battling some raging inferno of desire while writhing on him. I’ve never felt this way. There has never been a time that I had this much of a craving for someone.

And this is how I want all my kisses to be from now on.

Briggs kisses like he’s been holding something back and just released it. Or perhaps that’s how I’m doing it.

Maybe we both wanted each other.

His lips move from mine down to the front of my neck and suck on my Adam’s apple, then bite as my fingers dig into his rigid back muscles. “Oh, fuck.”

For a moment, he pauses. Those bright blue eyes dance up my face and settle a heated gaze there. “You’ll tell me red if I’m too rough, right?”

Nodding, I pant out the word, “Yes.”

Lifting his huge palms to my cheeks, he holds my head steady as he narrows his eyes. “Mason… I want you so fucking bad. My dick is throbbing to fuck your tight little hole. Wreck it. Destroy it for anyone else, and then fill it with my come.”

It feels as if my skin lights on fire at his words. Whimpering, I grip his hair tighter and say, “I want that, too.”

His tight shoulders relax as a half grin lifts the corner of his mouth. “Hell yeah. Be a good boy and get in my bed.”

As I slip off his lap, he smacks my ass hard, and I yelp.

I’m about to have gay sex. Like full on. It’s not as weird as I thought it would be. Because it’s Briggs, and I know what I want: for him to take me and make me his.

Some deep longing to learn everything about him, be near him, be like him has been in me since I first saw this god of a man. I thought it was jealousy, or intimidation, or irritation. No, I’ve got a huge crush on him. And him saying he wants me? That’s everything I need.

Someone wants me and he’s amazing.

In his room, I place my hands on my hips and stare at the bed. “How should I… Um, how…?”

He stands behind me, dropping his towel and tugging down my pants as I toss my hoodie in the corner. Firm biceps wrap around my waist as his mouth captures my neck until I arch my back into him. That huge thickness spreading my ass cheeks.

“Was it comfortable for you on your back the other day? With the dildo?”

Just thinking about the pleasure I had is enough to have my head nodding before my response comes out. “Oh yeah.”

Turning me by my shoulders, his brow furrows. “Then let’s try that. If it doesn’t work, or hurts, we’ll do something else. And Mason? I haven’t fucked without a condom until you and… Caitlyn.” He says the ‘C’ like it’s a cough. “So, I should probably use one, but I have been tested. Like, six weeks ago. I’m clean if you want to see the results.”

“I was, too. I mean, I was tested before Caitlyn and haven’t been with anyone else. I-I want you to fuck me without one.”

Taking in a huge inhale, his head falls back as he stares at the ceiling. I think he’s angry or something, but when he lowers his chin again, there’s a firestorm of fervor behind his eyes. It’s almost terrifying. “Then get on the bed, little boy, and let me fuck that ass rough and raw.”

I flop back onto the bed, and he follows on top of me with his arms swooping me into his embrace. His thick lips capture mine again as our hips meet, and every thrust pushes our solid erections together. Edging his hand between us, he gathers us in a firm grip. Our hot cocks rub against each other until my belly dips with anticipation of release.

“You’re gonna make me come, Briggs.”

A little chuckle escapes his mouth as he says, “What did you call me?” His fingers wrap tighter around my dick, squeezing it, which helps ease some of the urgency.

“Daddy… Daddy. Please.”

“Yes, little boy. What do you need?”

“I need you to fuck me, please.”

He smirks. “I thought you’d never ask.” Scooting off me, he grabs the lube from his bedside table, but continues down between my legs. His nose edges against my taint and my thighs quake at the sensation. When his wet tongue swirls my asshole, I grip the tip of my dick to keep from exploding.

“Fuck, daddy. Yes. Please.”

Stroking myself slowly, I observe with wonder as this broad man rims me with his tongue. And he doesn’t even look disgusted. A smile creeps over his mouth as his eyes crawl up to my face.

With a chuckle, he sits up, dumping some lube into his palm. “Mm, tasty.”

Just as he did the day before, his fingers hasten to swirl me before plunging in, his blue eyes monitoring my expression carefully. Lying back on his pillows, I let that pleasure take over my body.

“No, don’t close your eyes. Look at me, Mason. Watch me as I enter you.” Pulling his fingers out, the pressure is replaced by something more formidable. His thick cock head rests against me. As he lines up, his eyes lock onto mine. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Yes. Give it to me.” Holding my legs up higher, I grab onto the back of his neck, and he pushes in. At my wince, he stops.

“Give it a second. Hang on. You okay?”

I will myself to relax, swallowing. “Yeah. Keep going.” It would feel better if he were in more. As his hips thrust, I tense up again, and he pulls back. Dumping more lube on us, he continues this way, always checking with me.

“Mason, I’m inside you. I’m all the way in, baby. Look.”

My gaze trails down my abs, and I spot where we’re connected together, then lift my head to kiss him. Slowly, gently, he gives more of himself to me before dragging out. The ecstasy I felt the other day is nothing compared to this. “It feels so, so, so good.”

Leaning up on his arms, he hovers over me and smiles. “You want me to fuck you good?”

“Yes! Fuck me. Do it hard and fast. Use me.”

His fingers lace through my hair, and he unleashes. The breath gets knocked from my lungs with every rapid thrust of his hips inside me. Stretched to the max, my ass is completely filled with his thick dick. Every time he reaches deeper inside me, it strokes a spot that makes me leak onto my stomach. Way before it happens, I feel the orgasm rising within me, and then I explode. “Fuck me! Yes, daddy,” I think I say, but it’s hard to tell because my consciousness goes to another plane. I didn’t even think a body could feel this good.

“You like how daddy fucks you?” Briggs asks, even as cum shoots out of me, some landing in my open mouth. Before I can close it, his tongue is there, licking it off my tongue and lips. “Ugh, daddy loves fucking this tight hole, little boy. You’re such a good boy for letting daddy use you.” His hand smacks the side of my ass as he gives one last shove in and his hot cum expands me farther than I thought I could go. With a growl against my shoulder, he comes and his entire body twitches like he can’t contain himself inside his own skin any longer. My body absorbs his like it’s meant to be there.

Slipping out of me, the warm liquid oozes down to the bed, and he rolls to his side, facing me. His fingers slip through my hair, and for a long time, we just lie and look at each other. It feels safe and comfortable. He’s got a dark freckle on one temple and a little patch of white hair over one ear. His scent is all mine now. My sweat smells like his.

It’s crazy how some place other than your own can feel like home. I belong here.

“Hey. Are you okay? You want a shower, or…” The deep crackling bass of his voice interrupts our trance.

“You coming with me?”

That boyish smile lights up his face, but his alarm beeps on his phone. “Shit. I have class. You can stay. Do whatever you want. Make yourself at home. I got clothes in the dresser there, if you want, or…” When he sits up and heads to the bathroom, he pauses. “Are you gonna be here when I get back?”

“Do you want me to?”

His smile falters. “Either that, or I can meet you at your apartment after.”

I smile as I lean up on one elbow. “Yep. Meet me at my place.”

Raking his bottom lip under his front teeth, he tries to contain a smile. “Here, clean yourself up and I’ll meet you there in, like, two hours.” He tosses a towel at me, and I swipe up the leftovers of the best sex of my life. Maybe I should frame this cloth.

As we both dress, he says, “Um, when I come over, I want to talk about…Caitlyn.”

Oh, shit. I had basically forgotten her existence. A heaviness that had left me comes surging back. He probably wants her to be here next time. And now I feel like I have to keep her around just so I can be with Briggs.

As he walks me to the door, I consider my response carefully. “Okay, sure. Should she be here next time?” I ask it as a question, but I’m sure I know what he’s going to say.

“Well, I mean—” He pauses as he opens the door because the woman in question has her fist raised to knock on the other side. Briggs darts an expectant glance at me like I called her over.

“Briggs?!” She bursts into tears. Her little shoulders wave up and down as she lets out loud wails in between panting screams of sobs. “I’m pregnant.”