“Yeah,” I breathed.Damned close to perfect. Now what?We’d had sex. That was what guys like Theo wanted from guys like me. He’d probably like his space back, till the next time.I hope there’s a next time.I tried to be practical. “You gonna give me a lift home?”
That was clearly the wrong thing to say, because Theo’s eyes dimmed. “Sure. Absolutely.” He pushed to his feet.
“You don’t have to. And we need to wash again first.”
For some reason, that brought back some of his smile. “Sure do. You got me good. Just like I asked.” He leaned toward me for a kiss.
I could’ve dodged, but I didn’t want to. I’d never done much kissing. Most times, fast fucks and blow jobs didn’t involve a kiss. This time, I wanted Theo’s mouth on mine. I was hungry for the taste of me on his tongue, like that would prove this was real. I slid my clean hand behind his head and held him, slanting my mouth over his. He kissed like we weren’t done, like we hadn’t just both come our balls out, like he still wanted more of me.
Theo wrapped an arm around me, and I found myself leaning on him. He was sturdy, for looking so slender, and there were muscles in those arms of his. He slowed our kiss, made it softer and less hungry. We wound down to brushes of lips on lips, then stopped, mouths an inch apart, breath mingling.
“Do you really have to go?” Theo murmured, pulling me closer against him.
“I guess not.” I didn’t want to, didn’t have anywhere to be. The book I was reading back at the wine place had stopped holding my attention. I’d have to find somewhere to trade it in soon. There was nothing wrong with an afternoon sitting in a patch of sun and reading about my favorite sorcerers, but it couldn’t hold a candle to being with Theo.
“Then stay, at least for a while. We can wash up and have something to drink and you can tell me about the Pullme-Pushyou.”
“Other way around. Push-Pull. Heathen.”
“Sorry.” Theo’s smile didn’t look sorry.
“Are you messing with me?”
“Not on purpose.” He kissed my jaw. I let him. “Well, maybe a little.” He tightened his arms around me, our loose embrace becoming a hug that for some reason made my eyes damp.
Wow, my emotions are all over the place.I licked the rim of his ear to turn my mind back to making out, then pushed at his hip. “Let’s start by getting clean. Don’t want to end up glued together.”
“We’re in a shower. I think we’re safe.” He let go of me, though, and stepped back. “I said I’d show you what this shower can do.”
I gestured at the water gently cascading over me from above. “This is good.”
“Would you tell a guy with a race car to only show you second gear? Just you wait.”
By the time he was done demonstrating, we were laughing and clean and my fingers had begun to prune. We’d used enough hot water even for me. Theo pointed at the last showerhead as it pulsed on my shoulders. “And that, ladies and gentlefolk,” he intoned in a salesman voice, “is the ultimate in shower massages, the best, firmest, rotationest, pummel-your-shouldersest of massaging heads.”
I leaned back toward the much-praised showerhead. “I might marry it.”
“Thrown over for a massage.” He pouted. “I thought you appreciated me. And the whole bathroom has a graywater reclamation system to the toilet and yard, which makes this less of an indulgence in California.”
Still probably too much water. I’d forgotten we were in drought country. I reached past him and turned off the tap. “We should get out.”
“Right.” He opened the door of the shower enclosure and stepped through. “Let me grab you a towel.”
The terrycloth he passed me could’ve served as a sheet for most of the beds I’d slept in and was almost soft enough too. I rubbed my face hard.Don’t get used to this.“This luxury toweling yours, or did it come with the ultimate massagingest shower?”
Theo chuckled. “I bought a few big towels when I got here. I hate having my ass hanging out while I dry my neck.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that.” I gave him a blatant up and down ogle, although his towel-tent hid most of the goods.
“How about this?” He dropped the towel and pulled on his underwear like a reverse strip-tease. Hell yeah, I took the time to watch without the distraction of falling water and my hard dick. Theo was almost too perfect, all smooth and toned, those curls already drying into a halo around his head. Too good for the likes of me, but I’d take every minute I got.
When he’d put his sweatshirt on, I turned away and got into my own things. I’d washed them clean for this little date, so other than some sand on the hems of my jeans, I was okay wearing the old clothes over my clean body. Not like I had others here, anyway.
“We should see whether Mimsy has killed any ceramic butterflies.” Theo restarted the overhead fan timer and opened the bathroom door.
I sure hoped not. I had a feeling those things that looked like my mom’s dollar-store finds were a good bit more expensive. I hurried after Theo.
Mimsy sat on a wide windowsill looking out at the shadows of clouds drifting by. She turned her head and gave me a cat smirk as we came in. I wasn’t sure if that was because she knew I’d been fucking around or whether I’d find some shattered glass. A quick scan of the hardwood floor didn’t show me any broken knickknacks.
