“Who doesn’t at our age?” Devon stood and stretched. “We finished with the food, or should we take some up to my room?” Matty grunted, then piled his plate high with food. Devon stared at it, then at Matty. “Where the fuck do you put it all?”
Matty shrugged and shoved some cake in his mouth, eating it with his mouth open. “Eww, you dirty bastard.” Dale smacked Matty on the back of his head, causing Matty to choke, then kick out at Dale, who jumped out of the way. “Close your mouth. I don’t want to see all of that.”
“Boys,” Alice warned as she came into the kitchen. “Have you finished?”
“Can we take some upstairs? Promise we’ll bring it down.”
“Only for tonight, Devon. Do you want anything else? I have popcorn and chips?” Alice began to clear the table and Orsen stood to help. She smiled at him and shook her head. “You don’t need to help.”
Orsen pressed his lips together and then grabbed a plate and took it over to the side. “I don’t mind.”
“Dude, like if you do it, then we have to as well,” Devon whispered.
“Maybe you should. She’s your mom and didn’t have to do this. You should appreciate that.”
“Come on, Orsen—”
“Some days I had nothing to eat.” Orsen spoke quietly, watching Devon. Devon stared at him, blinked, then picked up a bowl and carried it over to Alice. Alice smiled and touched Devon’s shoulder, then moved back to the table to pick up more items. Devon looked at Orsen, pursed his lips, then nodded. “Thanks,” Orsen whispered.
“I forget, you know. I have this all the time, but then, well, yeah.” He grabbed another plate and shouted at Dale and Matty to help. It didn’t take long for them to help Alice clear up, then they ran up the stairs to Devon’s bedroom. Orsen stepped inside and stared. Devon pushed him inside, then shut the door. “Welcome.”
Orsen giggled and stared at Devon’s room. He had bunk beds made up, but there were plenty of cushions on the floor and blankets stacked in the corner. His game setup was awesome, with a huge monitor. Devon passed him a controller, then pushed him to one of the beanbags. “We’ll show you how to play, then we’ll have teams.”
“No offense, but I don’t want to be paired with Orsen. We’ll die.”
“Thanks.” Orsen sat and nudged Dale, who’d spoken. “Just for that, I hope I am on your team. How do you pick teams?”
“Rock, paper, scissors.” Matty grinned and held his fist out, then showed Orsen the rules, then they all played until the team were decided and yes, Orsen was with Dale, who rolled his eyes.
“Oh wait!” Orsen said as they were about to start. He crawled over to his bag and pulled out a bottle. “Only small amounts. It’s pretty strong.”
“You snuck this from Crompton’s?” Dale asked, wide-eyed. “I think I want to marry you.”
Giggling, Orsen opened it and took a tiny sip. As soon as it hit the back of his throat, he coughed. “Shit,” he coughed out. “Need something with it,” he choked.
“I have some soda somewhere.” Devon got on his hands and knees and looked under his bed. “Here.” He grabbed a couple of bottles and held them up. “Let’s have some fun!”
Orsen grinned. “Let’s!”
Chapter Twenty-Two
As soon as Santino opened the door, he had his arms full of Orsen. Laughing, he shut the front door, asking, “Is this going to become a thing?”
Grinning, Orsen kissed him. “Yep.”
“What do you want?” Santino slid his lips over Orsen’s jaw, nibbled his ear, hearing Orsen’s soft moan. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you to, you know, have sex with me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
Orsen trembled in his arms. “Yes. I want you inside me. I want to know what it feels like.”
“Pretty fucking good if you’re with the right person.” Santino walked over to the bedroom and shut the door before Charlie could get inside. He placed Orsen on the bed, then stood and watched Orsen pull his T-shirt off as he tried to kick his sneakers off his feet. Santino helped to strip Orsen, then lay on top of him fully clothed, and kissed him like he’d wanted to all week. Hisweek away in the city had dragged, and now he was home where he belonged.
Shimmying down Orsen’s body, he sucked his dick, bobbing his head, not stopping even as Orsen squirmed and gasped. He wanted to taste Orsen on his tongue and then he was going to play with his body until he came again. Orsen cried out, and Santino’s mouth flooded with come. He swallowed it all, then licked Orsen’s dick before moving up his body and taking Orsen’s lips in a deep kiss.
“Santino,” Orsen murmured.
