“While I was in the city, I went to a club.” It took Orsen a few seconds to understand, then he jumped up and ran to the door. Santino followed, stopping him from leaving. “Nothing happened.”
Pushing him away, Orsen pulled his jacket off, throwing it to the floor. “Fuck off!” He grabbed the door again, but Santino spun him around and held him still. Orsen’s eyes widened, and he began to fight Santino, but Santino was broader, taller and stopped him.
“Stop it. Nothing happened.”
“But you went!” Orsen shouted. “Why would you go if you didn’t want something to happen? I came here and kissed you and… and other things. And you went to a club!”
“And I hated being there. All I could think about was you, so I left not long after entering. It confirmed to me that I want to be with you, even though I still have some reservations. This has shown me that maybe some of those reservations were justified.”
Orsen sagged against the door and wiped his face. “You said you went to a club before, and you did things with other men there.”
Santino closed his eyes. He had, so no wonder Orsen had reacted the way he did. Opening his eyes, he said, “You’re right. I did say that. I’m sorry. Nothing happened, Orsen.” Santino paused, then kissed Orsen. “I wanted you.”
“I want you too.” Orsen reached up and kissed him back. “I want more. Can we?”
“Shouldn’t we talk first?”
“In a minute. Please.”
Chuckling, Santino kissed Orsen, who held on to him as he let their tongues twined together. Orsen sighed into the kiss, and Santino pulled him closer, feeling how aroused Orsen was. “More.”
Santino smiled into their kiss. “So demanding.”
“Please. I want you.” Orsen ran a hand over Santino’s cock and Santino gasped, pushing into Orsen’s touch. “Please.” He tugged at the zipper and Santino grabbed his hand. Orsen carried on trying to touch him, ignoring Santino’s hold. “I want you.”
Santino pushed Orsen against the door. “You’re not ready.”
Orsen growled and pushed at Santino. “I’m not a child anymore.”
Narrowing his eyes, Santino nodded. “Fine.” He grabbed Orsen, twisting them around, dropping to his knees and taking Orsen with him. He pushed him to the floor, then tugged at the buttons of his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Orsen froze, whimpered, then grabbed Santino’s hand, pushing it away. “I thought you wanted more. I’m giving you what you want.”
Orsen shook his head. “No.”
Leaning over him, Santino stared into Orsen’s wide, wet eyes. “If you were with any other man, this wouldn’t have stopped here. Just because you’re eighteen now doesn’t mean you know how this works. If you did this in a club, I can guarantee you would be in trouble. When I say we’ll go slow, it’s so you know what’s coming and can handle it. What if I flipped you over, stripped you down and tongue fucked your ass? What if after that I shoved my dick in and fucked you hard? Are you ready for that?”
Orsen shook his head, tears spilling down his face. Santino carefully wiped them away and murmured, “Trust me in this. I want to do this right for you.”
Orsen took a few shaky breaths. “You scared me.”
“I know, and I didn’t want to, but I had to make you see why we’re not going to rush into anything. I like you, Orsen, and I don’t want to hurt you by doing things you’re not actually ready for. Let’s take our time.”
“I don’t like you.” Orsen pushed at Santino’s shoulders, and Santino eased up. Orsen rolled to the side and scrambled over to the sofa, then sat with his back against it.
“Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t want you to do that again.”
“One day, when you’re ready, you will.”
Orsen pulled his legs up and rested his chin on his knees. He stared at Santino, and Santino let him. He moved over and sat in a chair, waiting for Orsen. Orsen rubbed his tears away and broke eye contact. “I’ll listen to you.”
“I’m sorry I scared you.” Orsen shrugged but wouldn’t look at him. Sighing, Santino stood. “Let me take you home.”
“I don’t have a home. Just a place to sleep. I’ve never had a home.”
“You have one now.” Orsen snorted. “The ruins of that house. Tear it down and build something that is yours.” Orsen looked up at him. “You have two hundred thousand, though I think I might have found some more squirreled away.” Santino shrugged a shoulder. “I’m chasing it down. And you have land. Sell a couple of acres and use that money to build a place that’s yours. Like I said, it would be a huge ‘fuck you’ to Ambrose.”
“I could have a family. Make it happy and full of nice things.”
