Page 60 of Freeze Frame

“And I can’t make myself younger.”

“I don’t want you younger.” Josh wrinkled his nose. “Have you seen my generation?”

I made a show of raking my stare over his body, letting him see me appreciate it. “I have, yes.”

“I don’t want you younger,” Josh said again. “And there will probably be other people who think the same way as my sister, and that’s okay. They can be wrong just like she was.”

At our feet, Nitro and Wally wrestled around and then Wally got up and headed for the back door. I got up and let them out and watched them through the window for a minute. Suddenly, there was a warm, familiar weight at my back. Josh wrapped his arms around me.

“Violet tries to protect me. She tries to put me into boxes she understands. She was the first one I told about me being trans and she didn’t understand much about it at first, but she was still in my corner. She educated herself, though. She read books and googled things and really made it her mission to try and understand. And when our parents—well, Violet was all I had for a long time.”

I felt Josh press his forehead against my back. “That doesn’t mean she’s right. About you. About us. About anything. She says she’s sorry, and I believe her, but I’m still so fucking mad at her. I wish she never would have said any of those things, and so does she. I won’t ask you to forgive her.”

I’d probably never unhear the things she said, but maybe I could forgive them. Knowing she came from a place of love and protection helped a little. It was nice to know she wasn’t mean for the sake of it or trying to control Josh for other reasons. Shewas just a concerned… well, a concerned parent. And I could relate to that. She might not have raised Josh from infancy, but she’d been there through the hardest parts.

“I think I should meet your sister. Properly this time. Scripted and scheduled and planned in advance so no one is taken off-guard and everyone is wearing the proper amount of clothing.”

I felt Josh’s shock radiate through his body. “You do?”

“I do. I want to start over with her. Maybe we’ll get off on the right foot.”

“When?”

“I’ll leave that part up to you. You know her best.”

“Well, it won’t be today, or soon, because I’m still pissed at her. But I’ll text her and set something up.”

I turned around so I could face Josh. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. We didn’t kiss, we didn’t try to make it sexual, though my dick wanted me to. It throbbed and thickened and urged me to press myself against Josh just a little harder. It was nice to stand there and just hold him. To let myself bask in the feeling of being in love. It had been a long time since I felt this way about another person. And what a pair we made.

Josh had his insecurities about his job, one that I’d never ask him to give up. If he chose to, I’d support his decision, but I’d never demand it of him. I had my hangups about my age. There was no avoiding the fact that I was older. Old enough to be his father. That thought wormed its way into the dark corners of my brain, and I found myself wondering something.

“You’re not attracted to me because you have some kind of daddy issues, are you? Because I don’t mind dirty talk, but I don’t think I’d like to be called daddy in a sexual way.”

Josh’s body shook with silent laughter. “You’re ridiculous.” He pulled back and looked up at me. “What goes on in your head?”

“Nothing good, apparently.”

“I don’t have the urge to call you daddy, nor am I into that. More power to those who are, but it’s not my kink.” Talking about kink made Josh get a mischievous look on his face.

“Whatisyour kink? Or should I be afraid to ask?” My cock wasn’t afraid to ask. Hell, it practically salivated. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been this aroused so often. All I had to do lately was think about Josh, and my dick wanted to get in on the action. And even though I had a long recovery time, he never seemed to be bothered by that. We found other ways to enjoy each other while my body recovered enough to go again.

“Are you sure you want to know?” The look in Josh’s eyes screamed danger. It screamed mischief and mayhem. His expression was nothing but trouble.

“I’m sure I need to know. If you don’t tell me, I’m going to wonder, and I’m going to invent things in my head. And I’ll probably end up scaring myself if I think about it too long.”

“Okay, but I warned you.” Josh lifted himself up on his toes and brushed a kiss against my mouth. “I really, really, really, want to get my hand inside you. All four fingers. And my thumb. I want to finger you until you come, and then I want to fist you until you cry.”

“Which—” I had to stop and clear my throat. “Which of those are your kinks? The fisting or the crying?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Not sure. Maybe both.”

“Well, I don’t know if you’re aware of this or not, but I think I’d let you do almost anything to me.”

“Almost?” Josh shook his head. “That’s kind of disappointing.”

“I might be open-minded, but even I have limits. So yes, almost anything. But if it makes you feel better, I’d definitely let you fist me until I cried.”

Josh let out a moan and shifted against me, brushing up against my cock. “We’ll need to work you up to it.” His voice was thick with lust, like it was strangled by it. “You’re too tight. It’ll take a bit to get you used to the stretch so I don’t hurt you. That’s not the way I want to make you cry.”