“Oh,” he says, visibly relaxing. “Why the cloak and dagger then?”
He puts the last piece of meat onto the grill and brushes it with sauce before closing the lid, meanwhile my heart thunders. A lie of omission is bad enough, but I can’t seem to make myself lie right to his face. Fuck, I really don’t want to lie right to his face. But Val…
“I’m gay,” I blurt.
Ollie’s eyebrows scrunch together for a fraction of a second as he processes my words, and then a grin spreads over his face.
“Are you serious?” he asks, and I nod. “Wait, why the big secret? You might not realize this, but we’re all gay.” He stage whispers the last part, and I chuckle, my whole body feeling exponentially lighter.
“I know, but I haven’t told Val yet. I’ve been working up the courage for about five years now,” I confess. “And it felt wrong to go around telling everyone except for her.”
“So, what, you’ve been dating men on the down low all this time and just never telling us?”
“No,” I answer quickly. “Watson is actually the first…”
Ollie’s eyes go wide. “Ever?”
I bob my head. “Pathetic, right?”
“No, I’m just…wow, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Could you do me a favor and not say anything?” I ask with an apologetic grimace. “I’m going to tell Val. I just need to figure out the right words.”
“I won’t say anything.”
“Thanks, man.” I clap him on the back, and we head inside where Stone and Cole are arguing over what is and isn’t safe to use as lube, which is a conversation I’m going to go ahead and steer clear of.
I feel downright giddy just knowing there’s one less person in the world I have to lie to. And if it can feel this good to tell one person, it’ll have to feel amazing to tell everyone. Once I figure out what to say to Val.
We hang out for most of the afternoon, watching the football game and having a few drinks. When I get home, I pull out my phone and try again to type out a text to Val.
Everett: I’m gay
I delete the text without sending it, sighing at myself. Obviously, I can’t come out to her via text, but I have to do something. I just have to tell her already.
Maybe tomorrow.
Chapter 15
Everett
After I tuck Livi in, I go to the kitchen to tidy up a bit, mainly waiting to see if she’s going to stay in bed or get up with a million excuses of being thirsty or not tired or whatever the complaint of the night might be.
By the time I’ve done all the dishes and wiped down the counters and the table, I’m feeling sure enough that she’s out for the night that I head down the hallway to my own bedroom, closing the door behind me carefully and stripping down to my boxers.
Pulling back the covers, I eye my big bed and wonder what it would be like to have Watson stay the night and share my bed. Obviously, it would have to be during a week when Val has Livi, and probably not until after I manage to work up the courage to come out already, but the idea of having him in my bed is nice. Not just for sex either, although fuck, I hope there’s sex. I reach under the covers and palm my half-hard cock.
I reach for my phone on my nightstand and type out a quick message to Watson.
Everett: Five days until our date. Yes, I’m counting.
I glance at the time after I hit send. It’s just after ten. I wonder if he’s in bed right now too. Does he sleep naked? I close my eyes and picture him completely bare, a thin sheet covering him but not doing a good job of hiding anything as it clings to the outline of his cock and shows every contour of his body underneath.
I slip a hand into my boxers and wrap my fingers around the base of my erection and give myself a slow stroke. My phone vibrates in my other hand, a text from Watson coming through.
Watson: Glad to know I’m not the only one ;)
Watson: Can I call you? I know it’s late and all, but I can’t stop thinking about you…
I groan at the implication, my cock jerking in my hand at the thought of Watson in the exact same position right now, touching himself and thinking about me.
Everett: Yes. Call me
It only takes thirty seconds before my phone starts to vibrate with a call. I swipe to answer it, keeping my voice low so there’s no risk of waking Livi.
“Hey.”
“Hi,” he whispers, his voice deep and husky, and just breathless enough to make me think he’s probably as hard as I am.
“You were thinking about me?” I flirt, dragging my fingers along the length of my cock and running them through the sticky precum pooling along my slit.
“You have no fucking idea,” he says with a groan. “I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you for weeks, if I’m being honest.”
My body warms, and I smile, glad he can’t see the mushy look on my face right now. “What kind of things have you been thinking?” I ask, feeling bold as I cup my balls and then fist my cock to stroke myself again.
Watson chuckles, the sound almost a purr as it’s so deep and rumbly. “You want to know what I’ve been thinking?”
I close my eyes and pretend his voice next to my ear isn’t coming through the phone. I try to imagine the hot puff of his breath against my skin as he whispers to me. I pump my hand up and down my shaft.
“Yes,” I answer his question breathlessly.
“I’ve spent a lot of time daydreaming about your cock in my mouth.”
I picture Watson on his knees, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock to wrap his lips around it. As appealing as the image is, I make a displeased sound in my throat, teasing my calloused fingers against the head of my cock. “I’ve had blowjobs. What I haven’t done is give a blowjob, and I haven’t been able to stop wondering what the thick, hot weight of your cock will feel like against my tongue.”
“Fuck,” he gasps.
Bolstered by his desperate sound, I keep going. “I can’t stop wondering what your cum tastes like, and what it will feel like to have you spill into my mouth.” My cock jerks in my hand as I paint the picture with my words, my mouth watering at the vivid fantasy. “I want to feel your body against mine, big and rugged and covered in hair. I want to grind my cock against yours while I shove my face into your armpit to smell your sweat and feel the hair against my face. I want a mouthful of your balls.” Every new want—no need—that I voice makes my balls tighten and my breaths come faster.
“Jesus, you’re good at dirty talk,” Watson moans.
I grip my phone tighter, jerking myself faster. My toes curl against the bed, my muscles tensing and my skin heating. “I want you inside me, stretching me, filling me, fucking me. And after you finish and your cum is dripping out of my ass, I want to flip you over and sink inside you.” I can’t hold back, my hips jackknife as I fuck into my fist, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning out loud as my cock starts to pulse. Hot, sticky cum spurts against my stomach and trickles over my knuckles. I quietly gasp and whimper as my body twitches with the aftershocks of the orgasm that seem to go on and on.
Watson moans on the other end of the phone, his heavy, panting breaths and sounds of pleasure sending a shiver of arousal through me even as my cock starts to soften post-orgasm.