“Don’t call me that.”
“Okay. Bishop?”
“Yeah?”
Tristan leans in close enough that our feet touch in the water. “I want you to fuck me so bad I can’t think of anything else.”
I exhale slowly, running my fingers through my hair. “In your dad’s house? Huh? You want me to fuck you under his roof?”
“I don’t care where. I’ll come to your place. Whatever you want, Bishop. Just don’t let me go to college without feeling what sex is like with a real man.”
“Maybe it’s better if you don’t find out. You should be fucking around with guys your own age.”
“If I found one who looked like you with a dick like yours, I would.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “Flattery now, huh?”
“Worthy. The minute I saw you I wanted you. I think it was the same for you. I think if I wasn’t Rocco’s son, you wouldn’t give a fuck how old I am. You’d have me bent over in a snap. Am I right?”
“Does it matter?”
“It does. I just want to know.”
What harm could it do to admit it? To gaze into the blue of his eyes, linger on his full lips, soak in his scent. “Yeah, Tristan, you’re right. Age doesn’t fucking matter to me. Only attraction and unfortunately, honor. I already went too far, but I can’t. The guilt would fuck with both of us.”
Tristan nods as sadness flashes in his eyes. “You’re right. I just haven’t wanted someone like this before. It’s overwhelming.”
I can relate. I rub his shoulder. “Just have fun in college. Do everything you want to do.”
Tristan throws his arms around my neck. I pause for a moment before rubbing his back. His lips brush against my earlobe, my chin, my cheek, as he gazes into my eyes.
“Thanks for a really incredible few minutes. I won’t forget it.”
“Neither will I, Tristan.”
He smiles, releasing me. “Thanks for saying that.”
“It was hot.” I offer a smile. “You’re a great kisser.”
“You too, Bishop. Incredible actually.”
“Tristan!” We both look up as a friend calls his name. “Come here.”
Tristan glances back at me. “Guess I better go.”
“Yeah.”
“I know you won’t call me, but the offer stands. Even if it was just once, I swear I would keep it between us. Just to feel you inside me one time would be enough I think.”
His words stir something inside of me. The attraction to him is almost chemical, like we can’t separate from each other. I don’t say anything as he squeezes my hand before standing up and joining his friends.
A few minutes later, Rocco comes out of the house, followed by his ginger friend. Both look flushed and relaxed and I can only imagine what went down. Rocco grabs a beer from the ice chest and joins me beside the pool.
“Hey,” he says.
“Hey. Was it worth it?”
“Fuck yeah. He’s hung like a fucking bull.”
