“My brother once snuck into Crompton’s shed. He was sick for days but said it was the best home brew he’d ever had.” Matty grinned. “Mom lost her shit but said nothing to Crompton. Told my brother it was his own fault.”
“I think she was trying to avoid him after Crompton dropped your brother Mikey off and he threw up all over Crompton’s boots.” Orsen laughed with the rest of them when Devon mimed Mikey hurling. The others told Orsen about all the girls and the idiots in school, and Orsen found himself laughing along with them. It was nice listening to them and some of his fears eased as he did. Maybe he could do this after all.
Chapter Twelve
Putting the finishing touches on the meal he’d cooked for him and Orsen, Santino smiled. Having been in the city for the past few days, Santino was eager to spend time with Orsen. They’d kept in touch, but it wasn’t nearly enough, and Santino wanted to hold and kiss Orsen and maybe do a little more.
Work kept him busy, but he didn’t mind. He’d become accustomed to traveling, and he knew there would be more of it once he moved out of the city. The city was nice for short-term stays, but Santino knew he could never live there again. He preferred life here where people knew each other and life tended to run at a slower pace.
A knock on the door had a smile forming on Santino’s lips. Opening the front door, Santino beckoned Orsen inside. Once the door was shut, he pulled Orsen into his arms and kissed him. Orsen moaned and wrapped his arms around Santino’s neck, kissing him back, as his tongue slid along Santino’s.
Santino could feel Orsen’s erect cock through his jeans and he cupped it, rubbing it with the palm of his hand. Orsen jerked, pushed up into Santino’s touch, mumbling his name as they kissed. “Please.”
Santino opened Orsen’s jeans and pulled his dick out, stroking it and rubbing his thumb over the wet head. Orsen cried out, his hips punching up, and when Santino dropped to his knees, Orsen’s eyes grew wide.
The first taste of Orsen on his tongue had Santino groaning. The bitter, salty flavor made his own dick pulse with the need to be touched, but Santino ignored it. This was about Orsen and giving him pleasure. He licked the head, ran his tongue over and around it, then sucked it, feeling it twitch. A cry from Orsen, then a second later the first spurt of come hit his tongue. He swallowed everything, then licked the head again to make sure he hadn’t missed a drop.
Standing, he pulled Orsen close, kissing him, sharing Orsen’s taste. Orsen shuddered, then moved away, his head dropping. “Hey. Don’t do that.”
“I came so quickly. I’m sorry.”
Santino tilted Orsen’s head up, looked into his beautiful eyes. “That was your first blowjob, right?” Orsen nodded. “I think I came quicker than that my first time.”
“You did?”
“Yes. I mean, a hot guy with his mouth on my cock? The thought of it alone had me on the edge, so yeah. Don’t worry about it. Plus the night is still young. I’ve missed you, Orsen, and I plan on showing you how much after we’ve eaten.”
Closing his eyes, Orsen murmured, “I really liked it.”
“Me too. I love giving and receiving them. There is no better feeling than knowing you made your partner feel good. I take it as a compliment, so don’t worry.”
Sighing, Orsen nodded, then smiled. “Okay, and more later?”
“Absolutely.”
“Can I do the same to you? I want to touch you as well.”
Santino took Orsen’s hand and placed it on his hard cock. “See what you do to me? I can’t wait for you to touch me.”
Rubbing his cock, Orsen bit his lip. “You feel so big. How will it fit in?”
“You’re thinking about sex?” Santino arched an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah. Eighteen and horny.” Orsen shrugged. “I’m happy to wait, though.”
Chuckling, Santino moved Orsen’s hand away, ignoring his pout. “Later, and the longer you wait, the better the orgasm.”
“Really?” Orsen frowned. “How does that work?”
“Trust me. You’ll find out later.” Santino took Orsen’s hand in his and pulled him into the kitchen, smiling when Orsen gave Charlie a tickle. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving. After I did my work, I helped Crompton with the horses. I had to muck out the stalls. Once I’d done that, I sat on one of the horses.” Orsen grinned. “First time, too, and it was amazing. Crompton’s going to show me more on saddling and then sitting on a horse while it walks. Trots? I think that’s it, or a canter?” Orsen frowned, then shrugged. “I’ll learn it all in time.”
Santino pointed at the chair. “Take a seat. I made lasagne and a salad. Want a soda?”
“Please, and you made lasagne? It’s not one you’ve bought?”
“Nope. Homemade. It tastes much better when you’ve made it yourself, and if my mamma found out I bought it rather than made it, she’d be over here to tell me off.”
