Lying over Orsen, Santino panted, then lifted his head and kissed Orsen’s plump lips. “Hey.”
Orsen smiled, then ran his fingers over Santino’s cheek. “I really liked that. Can we do it again?”
Santino chuckled, then winced as he slipped out of Orsen’s ass. Holding the condom at the base, Santino slipped out, removed it, wrapped it in tissue, and dropped it in the wastebasket. Once done, he lay on the bed and pulled Orsen closer, his hand sliding over Orsen’s arm as Orsen rested his head on Santino’s chest. “How do you feel?”
“I can feel my ass,” Orsen grumbled, “but it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“I’ll run us a bath in a few minutes. That will help soothe you.”
“Soothe my ass,” Orsen muttered. “When can I do that again? I think I prefer you having sex with me. I liked being inside you, but I think I like this more.”
“How about after the bath and after I’ve fed us, or after I’ve ordered takeout? Do you want pizza or something else?”
“Can we try something else? I liked the Mexican food we had the other week.”
“I can order that for you. We can have some dishes we both like and try a couple of new ones.”
“That sounds good. We should do that, and I won’t have a drink. I’ve given up drinking.”
Santino grinned, ignoring the fact Orsen wasn’t legally old enough to drink. “Was this after you had some of Crompton’s brew?”
Lifting his head, Orsen said, “I never knew it was that strong. I knew it was strong, but not that strong. My head hurt so much the next day and then Devon’s mom made us breakfast and I couldn’t eat it because my stomach was trying to find a new person to live in, but I couldn’t refuse so I forced myself to eat it and then Crompton came to pick me up and he knew.” Orsen’seyes widened. “He just knew, and he glared at me the entire ride home and I couldn’t say anything because I wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t, not in Crompton’s truck, and he knew that too. He knew!”
Santino tried to stop from laughing but couldn’t hold it back. Orsen glared at him, then pinched one of Santino’s nipples. “Hey!”
“How can you laugh? It took days to recover!”
“Because I did the same thing as a teenager too, and I also swore off alcohol. Didn’t work though. I’ve been hungover far too many times, and each time I swear I’m never having a drink again.” Santino pulled Orsen down and kissed him, then laughed when Orsen narrowed his eyes at him. “It’s called growing up.”
“You’re telling me I’ll do it again?”
“Yes, when you’re legal.” Santino yelped when Orsen pinched. “What was that for?”
“How old were you when you first got drunk? I bet you weren’t legal.”
“I was a teenager, so no, I wasn’t, and I was younger than you. My mamma went nuts, then all dramatic, then went nuts again. It did put me off drinking again for a few months. You’re a teenager and now you have friends, so go out and have fun.”
“Thank you for your permission.” Orsen arched an eyebrow at him. “And I am a teenager.”
“I am in my thirties and now I feel old.” Santino’s brow furrowed and once again he was aware of the difference in their age. “Orsen—”
“Nope. I won’t let you go there. I am younger than you, but that means you can show me the way. Warn me about mistakes and then hold my hand when I still do them.”
Snorting, Santino nodded. “That’s true. My pops would tell me not to do something and I’d still do it.” Kissing Orsen, Santino asked, “Bath?”
Smiling, Orsen kissed him again. “Please.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Santino held Orsen close, letting the warm water slide over them. Orsen sighed, snuggled closer, and Santino briefly squeezed him, then kissed his head. “How’s your week been, other than being hungover?”
Ugh! What a question. “I was ill on Monday and Crompton made me muck out the stalls as punishment for taking his booze.” Orsen twisted in the bath. “It was hell, and I am never drinking again.”
Santino sucked his lips in, coughed, then said, “I think you’ve said that. How long did it take for you to recover if you were still ill on Monday?”
“Days, and I had to go to school as well. At least I don’t have anyone bullying me now, but I had to sit through classes while my head pounded. Why does a hangover take days to recover from? And my stomach! Oh, my gosh, my stomach hurt, and I could barely eat for days, and I am never drinking again. Neverever! Don’t even offer me one when I hit twenty-one, because no. Nope. Never.”
Santino couldn’t hold back and started laughing. Orsen sat up and glared at him. Santino grinned and pulled Orsen down for a kiss. He resisted at first, then huffed before kissing him back. “Poor Orsen.”
