“I’m so happy for you, too,” Rose gushes. “You deserve love. Have you told him?”
I shake my head. “Not yet. Soon, though.”
“How does he feel?” Justin asks.
Before I can answer, our server stands at our table to take our order. I didn’t bother to look at the menu since I always get the same thing.
“I’ll have your tonkotsu ramen and your hamachi love roll with an unsweetened iced tea, please,” I order.
After everyone’s done and our server leaves, I say, “Jett hasn’t said anything about it. Yeah, we’ve talked about getting serious and shit, but…”
Rose reaches for my hand on the table and squeezes it. “But what?”
“I dunno… there’s so much I don’t know about him. It’s like… he gives me only glimpses of himself, you know? Sometimes he’s really open and sweet and sexy as fuck. I know he’s close to his sister, and he struggles with his dad, but… I don’t knowwhoJett is. I mean, it’s only been two months, but Ifeel like he still keeps his walls up around me.” I shrug and play with my chopsticks. “Maybe it’s just not my business.”
“Hey, man, I’m probably not the best person to be giving advice since I haven’t been in a relationship for a long time, but I’d say if you love him, and he loves you, that you two should be open with each other. Be honest. Hiding things from each other can only end badly,” Justin explains.
Rose nods vigorously. “Yes! Exactly this. David and I talk all the time about all kinds of shit. He knows everything about me, and I know everything about him. If we’re unhappy about something, we talk it out. In the end, if you don’t, it’s only going to cause a rift between you two.”
That’s what I’m afraid of. I’ve struggled to find someone to stick it out with, and now that I’ve found him, I’m afraid it’s not going to work out, but Ireallywant this one to. “I want Jett in my life. So fucking much,” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I was so upbeat about everything, but now I’m having doubts.”
Rose grips my hand again. “Don’t doubt.Talkto him. If there are things he struggles with, it’s going to take time, Wes. You don’t want to pressure him either.”
Justin grips my shoulder. “You’ve got this, man. You’re a fucking good person, Wes. I’m sure Jett is, too.”
I nod and breathe a little easier. They’re right. I need to talk it out.
My thoughts drift to Dennis when he was sexually molested by his professor and cheated on by his ex in the span of 24 hours. That was really traumatic. He kept that shit bottled up until he was finally ready to talk about it months later. If Jett had something traumatic happen to him, then maybe he struggles to face it, too. I need to remember that.
It’s the following weekend. Jett and I have plans. Steamy plans. My dick perks up just thinking about being in his ass, having him writhe underneath me. There’s nothing hotter than watching Jett get wrecked because of me.
While he’s prepping and showering, I’m naked in his bed, watching videos on how to properly fuck a guy. I want to make sure I hit that spot for him.
I’m strangely nervous, which isn’t like me at all. Maybe it’s because of how I feel about him. The stronger you feel, the more you worry about losing that person. I want this to succeed so much that my heart is heavily on the line, which is why I’m waiting to say anything until we can talk through some things first.
But that comes later. Maybe tomorrow. I need to be inside him more than I need to breathe.
Jett opens the bathroom door, bringing steam and his delicious scent with him. He’s dripping wet, looking like a fucking god who just emerged from the ocean. My dick thinks so, too, going to full mast, while my heart stops for a second.
“Why are you so fucking hot?” I rasp.
He chuckles and glances away shyly. Cute, too. I love how humble he is. There isn’t a shred of arrogance in him.
I set my phone down on the nightstand and lift my arms toward him. “Come here, babe.”
Jett falls in next to me. We slide down the bed until we’re lying down, facing each other. I rest my hand on his cheek and stare at him for a second, filled with deep feelings of love, but also of protectiveness. “I know I joke about sex and talk dirty a lot, but I hope you understand how serious this is to me. If you’dlike me to stop, please let me know, okay? No hard feelings. I care about you. A lot.”
He smiles gently and fingers my hair back. “I care about you, too. And I want to do this. I want you inside me.”
I smile like a fool. “Well, all right then! Because I’m looking forward as hell to fucking you.”
Jett rolls onto his back, and I sit up, straddling his body. “But first, I want a lot of kissing. You’re almost as good as I am at doing it.”
“Psh, almost?”
“Fine. I guess I can share the top spot.”
“Have I told you that you’re a dork?”
