He throws his head back, grunting the word fuck as he pulls out and sprays cum all over me. I lick my lips as he watches me for a second before lying down to kiss me. “Don’t you taste so good,” I whisper as we kiss, both of us tasting his salty release. “So good.”
“God, Bishop, how did I fucking survive without you?”
I pull him close and we lie together, hot and sweaty, but spent and satisfied. After several minutes, he twists his face up to see me.
“Can I stay with you? I’ll deal with my dad tomorrow, but right now, I just want to pretend that this is where I live. With you.”
I stroke his cheek. “You can stay if you promise to tell me what the hell happened.”
“Yeah, of course.”
TEN
TRISTAN
Bishop sits up, pulling me up with him. “Let’s go shower.” We quickly shower and end up lying in bed. “Where’s Trinity?”
“School. She’s getting straight A’s.”
“You guys still friends?”
“Definitely. Without her, I would’ve quit a long time ago.”
“What happened to you?”
“I hate school, Bishop. I hate it. I’m just not good at following all these archaic rules and shit. No matter what I do, I can’t meet the professor’s expectations. So they flunked me.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah. I just want to start working, but my dad’s gonna flip. You know how important education is to him.”
“Yeah.”
“Advice?”
Bishop shakes his head. “I think all you can do is be honest and tell him what happened. You’re almost twenty-one now. This is a decision you can make, but just try to help him understand that you’re not him.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “Thank you for not sending me away. I was afraid you might.”
“Why?”
I shrug. “You always try.” I roll over on my stomach. “Do you want to know why I stopped calling and texting so much?”
“Yeah. I honestly thought maybe you met someone.”
I shake my head. “No way. It’s because I knew if I talked to you, I would quit and come home to be with you. There were so many nights I just wanted to see your face or hear your voice and gaze into your eyes. I wanted to feel your mouth on me.” My eyes tear up as Bishop cups my face. “I think about you all the time. It never stops. I don’t know how to deal with it except to be with you. Do you feel that way about me? Even a little bit? Is that why you don’t call or text?”
A tear streaks down my face, and Bishop brushes it away as his eyes soften. “Babe, Tristan, I don’t call or text so I don’t distract you. I don’t so I don’t have to lie to your father. I don’t because I shouldn’t.” I start to speak but he shakes his head no. “But I think about you every day. I wonder what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re happy. I lie in bed and remember it all… your taste, your kiss, what it feels like to sink inside you. I don’t know what to do about it either. I don’t know if…”
“What? Tell me, Bishop.”
“Sometimes I feel like I should be a man and face your father and just tell him.”
“Tell him what?”
“Tell him about us. Tell him…” He shakes his head. “Tell him even though I tried, I couldn’t let you go. Even though you tried, you couldn’t stay away.”
“Do you think we should? I hate hiding. I hate lying.”
