She gives me a playful salute as I step back into the group. I linger for a few more minutes, making small talk, waiting for the right moment. When no one’s looking, I slip away. As I reach the exit, I glance over my shoulder; only Becky sees me leave, and she gives me a slight, knowing nod.
Once I’m outside, I text Nate: “Heading to the corner now.”
A few minutes later, we meet under a streetlight, our smiles instant. Without a word, we climb into the Uber he clearly called ahead of time.
As we settle into the back seat, I rest my hand on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin through the smooth fabric of his pants. “So…what do we do now?” I ask, my voice low. “It’s a pretty long ride.”
Nate rolls his eyes playfully. “Forty-five minutes isn’tthatlong. But it’s theperfectamount of time for two episodes ofSchitt’s Creek.”
His eyes light up as he pulls out his phone and opens the streaming app. He pops in one AirPod, hands me the other, and presses play. I keep tracing small circles on his leg while the first episode begins. I’ve seen these early episodes before, but watching them with Nate and seeing how much he loves this weird, wholesome little show, I start to get it.
And honestly, if he keeps readingHarry Potter,I’ll happily keep watching this.
After two full episodes, the Uber pulls up in front of Nate’s walk-up apartment. As we climb the stairs, I can’t help but laugh to myself. Good for him for doing this every day; meanwhile, I’m winded, which is ridiculous considering I basically do cardio for a living.
He unlocks the door and leads me into his place, clearly excited to show it off. It’s decently sized, with a small kitchen that has some seriously old appliances, but the charm is there. He walks me through it room by room, giving little explanations like he’s been waiting to have someone over.
The living room is clean; well, mostly. A couple of socks are on the floor, but that just adds to the lived-in feel. There’s a big TV mounted on the wall and a couch that looks worn out. He takes me to the bedroom, a tight space mostly because of the queen-sized bed that dominates it. There’s a makeshift closet rack in the corner and a single nightstand.
It’s already close to 11 p.m. when we look at each other and, in perfect sync, both say, “Shower?”
We laugh, already starting to strip down. I kick off my shoes and peel off my shirt, watching him do the same. When he turns to guide me to the bathroom, I nearly trip on myself, mainly because I’m too busy staring at his sculpted ass.
“Careful,” he chuckles, catching me with a hand on my shoulder.
We step into the shower, and he turns the knob all the way into extremely hot territory.
“Holy fuck,too hot!” I yelp, jumping back.
He laughs and gently guides me in front of him, under the stream, with a hand on my waist. I reach to turn the heat down, and as I do, I feel him kneel behind me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, surprised yet curious.
“Relax,” Nate murmurs.
His hands part me slightly, and what follows sends a shockwave through my entire body. I feel his warm tongue on the opening to my ass, which triggers an intense sensation that I've never felt before. He moves his tongue in a slow, circular motion around my hole while opening my cheeks a little wider.
I let out a loud, “This is fucking amazing!”
As he continues, I look down to my hard dick and start stroking. I brace myself against the wall, a low groan escaping my lips as I try to enjoy the new sensation. I can’t help stroking myself, feeling overwhelmed.
When I’m about to climax, Nate swats my hand away with a sly “Patience.”
Then he stands and pulls me into a kiss, and somehow, it doesn’t even gross me out.
We quickly wash each other's bodies, shampoo each other’s hair, and look at each other with extreme lust.
Once we’re clean and dry, we speed to the bedroom.
We get into his bedroom, and Nate gives me this flirtatious, hungry smile before asking, “Do you want to have sex?”
The question catches me off guard. I feel a flicker of nerves because I’ve never really had sex before. Not to completion. It’s always been rushed, awkward, over before it began because Icouldn’t stay hard. But this feels different. He feels different. With Nate, I’m still hard. Still excited. So, I nod.
I don’t know what position I’d prefer, but luckily, Nate’s clearly done this before. He takes control without hesitation, grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube from his nightstand. As he strokes himself to full hardness, he forcefully guides me onto my back.
My legs are suddenly over his shoulders, bent toward the headboard. I feel exposed but also aroused. Nate douses his fingers in lube, then presses one finger against my hole, massaging slowly before slipping it inside. It’s careful, and slowly, he starts motioning his finger in and out. Then comes a second finger, and still, no pain. Maybe it’s because he already warmed me up in the shower.
He locks eyes with me and asks, “You ready for me?”
