He wraps his arm around my waist. “Nah, I wouldn’t have done that. It was the first gift I remember getting. Besides the snow globe you gave me that saved my life.”
Dad told me that in order for Wes to get Perry off him, he clocked him in the head with a heavy snow globe. I’d never been so happy about choosing a gift as I was then.
I kiss him gently. “Love you.”
“Right back at you, baby,” he says, giving me one more kiss before pulling me out of the room.
The other two rooms are guest rooms, made up in gaudy, pretentious furnishings that has Wesley rolling his eyes when he shows them to me.
“I didnotdecorate them,” he insists.
“Sure you didn’t,” I joke, nudging him with my elbow. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
A growl bubbles up his throat, and I laugh as I take off running before he can grab me. We have more space than we did in the yurt, but it still doesn’t take Wesley long to clutch me around the waist when I get down to the living room and toss me on the couch. I laugh until he blankets my body with his and kisses me breathless.
“You don’t play fair,” I pant when he finally releases my lips.
Tilting his head to the side, he asks, “Why should I?”
We rest on the couch and make out like teenagers until my lips feel swollen and my dick is hard as iron.
But Wesley shakes his head. “None of that right now. Come on. Let me cook you dinner, and we can hang out.” I frown but allow him to pull me up so we can head to the kitchen.
It’s pretty nice, all-new appliances, a six-range stove, and one of those fancy touch screen refrigerators.
He pulls out some ingredients and gets started on dinner while we chat. Mostly he asks me about my life while I was in high school and college. He seems interested in hearing about my college days, since I tell him I had a party phase and almost failed out my freshman year.
Chuckling as he cuts tomatoes for a salad, he asks, “You seriously vomited in class?”
I groan, putting my head in my hand. “Don’t remindme. I didn’t live that down for at least another year until someone one-upped me by falling asleep and pissing their pants while hungover.”
He hums with a small grin on his face. “I can’t imagine you being hungover. Or drunk for that matter.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t my finest hour, that’s for sure.” Then I remember his worst moments, passing out in his vomit on the stage in front of thousands of people. “Shit, I’m sorry. It was only?—”
He shakes his head and flicks a piece of tomato at me. “It’s cool.” When the vegetable hits me in the forehead, he giggles. “I’m sorry. I have better aim than I thought.”
I scoop up the piece of tomato and throw it back at him, but he ducks, making me chuckle. I sober quickly. “I shouldn’t have brought up being drunk. Not after what you’ve been through. I know you said it’s cool, but I don’t like it.”
“Thank you. Being drunk and hungover were dark days for me, but I’m okay hearing about your experiences. You telling me you upchucked over your classmates doesn’t make me want to go out and get a bottle.” He shudders like it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever heard. “In fact, it has the opposite effect.” I glare at him, making him clutch his side as he cracks up.
“Asshole,” I whispers, though a slight smile appears on my lips.
Wes finishes dinner a few minutes later, and we sit at his kitchen island and eat. I ask about his high school days, and he tells me how he, Vic, Mitch, and Kas were considered the eccentric kids, even though they were pretty social.
“We had other acquaintances, but we mostly stuck together. If goth was a crowd at my school, that’s what we would have been, though we didn’t do the typical goththings, I guess. We did do stupid shit like draw on tattoos.” He lifts his shirt, showing off his amazing body and beautiful ink. “Guess we knew our future. Mitch is covered in them, and Kas has more than a few. Vic only had three or four before he died, but I’m sure if he survived, he would be a fucking canvas like us.”
I reach out and trace the tattoo on his right side, a dove with a music note clutched in its beak. “You look good. If I had imagined what you would look like as an adult, my imagination would have failed to capture everything. You’re fucking magnetic, Wesley.”
“Only drawn to you.” He kisses me quickly, then stuffs a forkful of food into his mouth. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I shove steak into my mouth, hiding a groan at how fucking delicious it is. “We had steak at our prom,” I say. “It was fucking terrible. They should have asked for this recipe. We would have wanted seconds and thirds.”
“Thanks. I didn’t go to prom.”
I look up at him quickly. “No? Why not?”
He shrugs. “Didn’t really want to. Kas and Mitch went with their girlfriends, but I wasn’t really into it. There would be people around that would bump me, and I wasn’t into losing my shit with bodies so close. And if I had a date, she would be expected to have her hands on me when we danced. I knew even then I didn’t like people touching me without my permission. So I didn’t want to go. Vic hung out with me since he wasn’t a big fan of people in general. We spent the night getting high off my dad’s old pills and writing songs we planned on adding to our first album when we got famous. It wasn’t a bad night.”
