Orsen kissed him again, then grinned and ran off to Crompton’s. Picking up the glass, Santino followed at a moreleisurely pace, hopping onto the porch as Crompton walked outside. “Thanks for the tea. I needed it.”
Crompton nodded. “You treat him right. He’s always happy after spending time with you. I’ll tell you this, though. You hurt that boy and there is no place you can hide that I won’t find you. He’s gone through enough.”
“Noted, but I have no intentions of hurting him. We might argue occasionally, but I’d never deliberately hurt him.”
Crompton stared at him through narrowed eyes, then nodded once. “Good. I’d hate to have to hurt you.”
“Ready?” Orsen burst through the door and then waved at Crompton. “I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Santino nodded to Crompton, then followed Orsen to his car, smiling when Orsen got inside. He climbed in, started the car, then drove home. “What have you been up to this week other than your school visit?”
“I tore the house down.”
Santino slowed in surprise. “You never said anything.”
“I know. I needed to do this myself. I hope you understand. I had them come out to demolish it , and I watched. It didn’t take long. I thought it would take days, but it didn’t. I stood in the spot where it had been and felt nothing. I thought I’d feel something, but there was nothing at all.” Orsen paused, tilted his head. “No, maybe a little sad, but I can build a home and make happy memories there.”
“You can. You have your whole future ahead of you.” Santino glanced at Orsen. “Do you have any idea what you want?”
“A two-story house like TJ’s and Cody’s, with a basement.” He shrugged, looked out of the window. “Not much.” He flashed Santino a grin. “And you.”
“I’m glad I’m part of the list.” He pulled into his driveway and sighed. “God, I’m tired.”
“It’s a shame you don’t have a bath. Oh, I called Cody and asked him to keep Charlie tonight. He laughed.”
“Thanks. I meant to call to ask him.” Grabbing his bags, he locked the car, then opened the front door, and as soon as he shut it, Orsen jumped him. “Missed you.” Orsen kissed him, his tongue in Santino’s mouth, his hands moving over Santino’s body. “Shower then sex. I want to touch you all over.”
“Calm down, horndog.”
Orsen blinked. “Horndog? I don’t think so. Well, only with you. I only want you.”
“That’s good because I only want you, too.” Taking Orsen’s hand, Santino walked into his bathroom, turned the shower on, then stripped. Orsen’s hands were all over his body, as were his lips and tongue, and Santino groaned, his dick hard and desperate for Orsen’s touch.
Maneuvering them under the water, Santino kissed Orsen, moaning, his hands pulling Orsen against his body, feeling Orsen’s hard cock. Stroking it, he swallowed Orsen’s gasp, then Orsen nipped at his lips before moving behind him.
“Hands on the wall, Santino. I want to lick you.”
“Let me clean first. I’m sweaty.”
“Hurry. I’ve been waiting all week.”
Santino cleaned up, feeling Orsen’s hot gaze on his body, his hands touching him, and when he muttered, “I’m clean,” he was facing the wall, groaning when Orsen’s fingers ran over his hole. “Fuck, Orsen.”
“Soon, but first…” Orsen’s tongue touched him, and Santino shuddered. Soft, tentative, barely there touches, but those touches knocked the breath from Santino’s lungs. After a minute or so, Orsen became braver, more certain, his tongue licking and flicking over his hole. Santino kept praising Orsen, telling him how good it felt, how hard he was.
When the tip of Orsen’s tongue slid in, Santino shook, groaning. “Fuck, Orsen.” More of Orsen’s tongue pushed inside, and it wasn’t long before Orsen was sliding in and out, making Santino moan and whimper. When he pulled back and rose to his feet, Santino turned. Orsen wrapped a hand around Santino’s cock and began stroking it. “I want to see you come.”
Santino shuddered, groaned, then arched back as he came. Orsen kept stroking until Santino gently moved his hand away. He caressed Orsen’s dick, his hand sliding over it before he pumped Orsen’s hard flesh. Orsen whimpered, rested his head on Santino’s shoulder, then he bit him, his body jerking as he came.
Santino released him, then pulled him close, sliding his hands over Orsen’s back, kissing the side of his face. Orsen lifted his head and smiled. “I love you.” Opening his mouth to respond, Orsen put his finger on his lips. “Don’t. I know how I feel. Just accept it.”
Arching an eyebrow, Santino kissed him. “That’s a huge statement, Orsen.”
“It is what it is.” Orsen kissed him, then got out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist. “Hungry?”
“I don’t have anything. I emptied the fridge.”
“I know. I have something in my bag.” Orsen smiled and then left the bathroom. Santino stared at the spot he’d been standing in and rubbed his chest. That little niggle at the back of his mind was becoming louder, but Santino ignored it. Orsen wasn’t like any of his previous partners. He wouldn’t say something like ‘I love you’ so he could use Santino. He couldn’t think of even one similarity to the ex-boyfriend who had said all the right things while trying to empty Santino’s bank account.
