“They’re going shortly,” I answered. “Don’t fret. They are helping with the dirty laundry.”
He shivered. “Good point.”
“All right, boys,” Angela called. “It’s time to go. Austin needs to shower and get ready for tonight.”
Grant, Taylor, and Luis all appeared in the kitchen a moment later, and Austin headed up there. I hung back a bit to let them bro-it-out. Angela hung back as the three of them walked out.
She looked at me, but spoke to Austin, “You let us know when you’re really ready for this, young man. I can already see you’re attached to Uriah. Go at your own pace. There’s no one way to come out.”
“There’s no one way to be gay,” I added, nodding at her.
She nodded. “Get him to the show on time?”
“You know it.” I smiled.
Giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, Angela hustled after the other three and shut the door behind herself.
Austin walked back to me. “I’m stupid.”
“You’re not, I promise.” I lifted his chin to look into his eyes. “What you are is discovering a part of you that you’ve never really known. And you like it.”
Letting out a breath I wasn’t sure he knew he was holding, he nodded. “You’re right. I’ve been acting indifferent so long I don’t know how to handle…feelings.”
I leaned in. “Emotions,” I whispered.
He shiver with an “ew,” and we both started laughing. He hesitated for just a moment, then grabbed my hand. “I need a shower. Wanna…”
I stepped closer. “Ask me, Austin.”
“Shower with me?”
Austin
God, I had no ideawhat I was doing.
How could I be twenty-seven and be this damn naïve, this terrified of finally getting the chance to really beme.
Uriah grasped the hand I’d offered him and led me down the hall to my own bedroom, and into the bathroom. He pushed the door closed and turned me to lean against the wall.
“We are going to do nothing you’re not completely ready for, Austin. I promise.” He lifted my shirt up over my head, off my body, dropping it on the floor. His hand trailed over my skin, my pecs, my stomach, teasing and touching everything he could.
It felt incredible.
Stepping into me, his lips found the junction of my neck and shoulder and started just nibbling and kissing. He wrapped his hands around me and slid them up my back, drawing his hands over the skin. His nails scraped lightly over me, and I gasped and arched into him.
My dick was instantly hard.
“Like that?” he whispered.
“Y-yes,” I managed.
“Good, I’ll make a list of things that make you breathless,” Uriah said.
I didn’t know what I was supposed to do at this point, so I slipped my hands around his waist and under his boxers. My hands got a good handful of his ass. I squeezed softly and I earned a moan out of him.
Holy shit that was nice. Both the ass and the moan. I pushed my wrists out and the boxers slipped down—and got caught on his cock, keeping them hanging on him.
“Go ahead, Austin. Slip them off me.”
