“Oh,” Rory said. “What is your preference?”
“My preference is whatever makes you happy.” Bernard kissed him again.
“Okay, that’s a cop-out. If it wasn’t me, what would be your preference?”
“Okay, I prefer to top, but I also enjoy bottoming. It depends on my mood.”
“So, I’ll have to learn to top and bottom?”
“You don’t have to learn to do anything. What we did tonight is enough for me. If we never do anal, I wouldn’t care.”
“You wouldn’t?”
“No, the most important thing is pleasing you. If you want to try to top or bottom one day, I’m happy to do it. It’s not required.”
Rory breathed a sigh of relief. Bernard didn’t put expectations on him, and that made him smile. He wasn’t experienced sexually, and Bernard was willing to compromise and be patient.
“Thank you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Rory couldn’t imagine this with anyone else. Bernard was the kind of person he’d hoped for his entire life. Someone who loved him for who he was and wouldn’t intentionally hurt him.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bernard
Saturday, October 31/Sunday, November 1
BERNARD FINISHED GETTINGready for Sarah and John’s annual Halloween party. He’d decided on something simple and dressed as Theodore Roosevelt. He’d even shaved his beard and kept the mustache to fit the costume.
He rubbed his hand over his smooth skin.
“I can’t believe I shaved,” he laughed. “Luckily, it’ll grow back in two weeks.”
He looked at his watch. It was four-thirty. He let Ginger out and headed to Sarah and John’s house.
The party was warming up when he arrived. Costumes galore. John and Sarah were dressed as Sonny and Cher. Mikey was a bunny.
“Come in,” Sarah said. “We have soda, snacks, andFriday the 13thplaying on the TV in the family room if you want to watch. I think it’s almost over. Not sure what’s on next. It’s a horror film marathon.”
“I could go for a scary movie,” Bernard said.
“Have at it. You know I hate horror movies. John loves them though.”
“I remember.”
“So, are you Taft?”
“No, I’m Theodore Roosevelt.”
“Ah, I see it now. The hat should’ve given it away.”
“And you’re Cher,” Bernard said.
“Yes.” She licked her lips and tossed her hair back.
They both laughed.
