My heart hurts for him. Not that he missed prom but the choice was taken from him because someone violatedhim. If Perry hadn’t touched him in an indecent way, he could have done something as innocent and common as enjoying his senior prom.
We finish dinner without much more conversation, and I help him rinse the dishes and place them in the dishwasher.
“Let’s hop in the shower and laze around for the rest of the evening,” he says, pulling at my hand and leading me to his large bathroom.
It’s gorgeous like the rest of his home, a huge garden tub next to the three-or-four person shower. The Jack and Jill sinks are a mess with all his stuff everywhere, but the whole thing is out of this world.
He strips me of my clothes and hurries out of his, and we climb under the shower spray. There, we kiss and touch each other, exchanging blow jobs until we shoot our loads over each other’s faces.
We clean up and climb out of the shower. Wesley gives me some of his clothes to wear, and he tries to pull me downstairs, but I stop him.
Gazing at me quizzically, he asks, “What are you doing?”
“Come on.” I lead him to his music room, where I sit him on the futon and head over to the large old-school stereo system he has set up. I smile as I push open the glass door and turn on the system. I find one of the tapes, slide it into the deck, and press play. The surround sound thrums around the room, “Diamonds and Pearls” by Prince playing.
“What are you doing?” he asks again, his smile wide.
“I’m bringing you prom.”
He peers at me dryly. “You realize we graduated way after Prince was hot, right?”
I snicker. “Doesn’t matter. Come here.”
Wesley heaves himself off the futon and saunters over to me, his swagger making my mouth water. Even though he just drained me dry, I want more of him.
I pull him into my arms and hold on tight, kissing him on his neck softly. We move together slowly, his head resting on top of mine. Then I step on his foot, making him hiss.
“Sorry,” I say, my tone full of apology.
“You’re not a very good dancer, are you?” he asks as I step on his foot again.
I laugh in embarrassment. “I’m hopeless.”
“It’s okay,” he says, hiding a wince as I tread on the same foot. “I love how you dance.”
I scowl at him but stop glaring when I almost stomp on his toes.
He maneuvers one of my hands from around his back and cups it in his, resting it on his chest. “Thank you for this. I’ve never met someone so thoughtful,” he murmurs.
“I’ll do anything for you, Wes. You know that.”
A contented sigh leaves his lips. “I do. And I love you for it.”
For the rest of the night, we dance and laugh, holding each other while we recreate his prom in his little music room. When more upbeat songs come on, we have an easier time dancing, as he doesn’t have to be so close, and his toes get a break from my lumbering feet.
When we’re winded and sweaty, we take another shower, then climb into bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.
TWENTY-SIX
WESLEY
Panic swells in my chest,seeping into my peaceful slumber. I can’t figure out why, and I try to bat it away so I can enjoy getting a full night’s sleep for once.
Then I feel it. The hard ridge of a cock pressed against me. Against my ass.
“No!” I shout, and I push myself off the bed, scrambling into a corner to hide myself. To conceal the most vulnerable part of me.
I glare up at Perry as he blinks sleepy eyes at me. He looks so confused. Why would he be confused? He came in here to hurt me, to take me against my will in a way that makes me unable to fuckingbreathe.
