Hell, I honestly wasn't sure if I could sleep without him cuddled up next to me on the bed, and I wasn't inclined to find out either.
"Yeah, but I'll be in your house when you're not there."
I frowned, narrowing my eyes on him as he gave me that worried look chewing on his poor bottom lip again. "Are you going to steal Cat?"
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I can't steal something from you if you don't actually own it."
"What about my dead bodies?"
"No thanks," he said, with a shrug. "I have my own."
I smiled, tightening my hold on him and leaning in to press my forehead against his. "In that case, you can stay with me for as long as you want."
He hummed, wrapping his arms around my neck, and pressing a loud smack of a kiss against my cheek. "Be careful. I might not leave."
"That would be okay too," I confessed quietly, making him gasp and blink up at me hopefully.
"Oh. Really?" His eyes widened, and he shook his head with a laugh. "Don't answer that. You were just being nice, and I got serious. I mean, three weeks of dating is hardly time for love confessions, right?"
"Is it?" I asked, truly not entirely sure what was too soon, considering the family I was from.
I, myself, was more than ready for love confessions, since I was absolutely crazy about him, but I'd been unsure how to even start that particular conversation.
"Wait! Do you love me?" Bates asked, making me laugh before he once again widened his eyes and shook his head, hard. "Don't answer that either. You tell me when you're ready, not when I blurt out a question like that. Not that I'm saying you love me. I'm sure you're not. It's only been three weeks!"
He yelled that last part, making me jump slightly, and I smiled slowly, watching him carefully.
"Oh. Three weeks is too soon?"
He snorted a laugh, rolling his eyes. "No. I'm already…" Trailing off, he cleared his throat, looking away. "No."
"Did you just almost confess that you love me?"
Groaning, he closed his eyes, once again biting that poor bottom lip. "Let's forget this conversation."
"No way," I said, chuckling. "So, how long do you think I should wait to admit that I'm in love with you?"
He gasped again, his eyes going bright with excitement. "Are you?"
"Yes. Absolutely. And now you're moving in with me."
"What? No I'm not."
I pursed my lips, pouting as hard as I could manage. "Why not?"
"Three weeks is definitely too early for that."
"Fine," I sighed. "But, you are staying here for a couple of days, right?" At his nod, I leaned forward, pecking him on the mouth. "And maybe a couple more after that?"
***
I groaned, grabbing his shoulders and giving them a little shake. "We have been over this at least seven times, because that is how many sessions you've had since we started dating, and I still don't have a problem with this, Bates. If it ever starts to bother me, I'll let you know, okay?"
"Okay," he said, but I could tell by the way he opened his mouth and then shut it, and then opened it again while wiggling around on the edge of his bed that I'd far from alleviated his worry.
"What?" I asked patiently, kneeling in front of him on the floor.
"Nothing."
Now, I definitely knew it was something, because his beautiful bottom lip was being gnawed to death by his pretty teeth.
"I'm serious, baby. It doesn’t bother me that you do this, and I'm going to be right here watching and enjoying."
I wasn't sure why he'd allowed me to continue to watch after that disastrous first time, when I'd lost control of my damn self, and jizzed all over him, inserting myself in his scene like a fucking dumbass, but he'd practically insisted on it, and I absolutely loved to watch him touching himself while looking at me, like he was picturing me doing all those things he was doing to himself. I just had to force myself to be coherent enough not to climb up on that bed with him and take his gorgeous dick in my mouth, or even flip him onto his stomach, bend him over the side of the bed and press inside him, all while the camera was still rolling.
There had definitely been a few close calls.
"How would you feel about touching me?" he asked finally, on a whisper.
I frowned, sliding my hands up his legs and back down. "You know I love to touch you. I'm touching you right now."
He licked his lips, swallowing hard. "I mean during the scene."
I froze, blinking up at him, and his hands came down on top of mine. "You want me in the scene?"
"There have been requests," he whispered, going after that lip with his teeth again.
"Oh really." I peeled the poor thing out, soothing it gently with my thumb. "What kind of requests?"
"They want your hands on me."
"Oh damn," I groaned, really, really liking the idea of helping him get off for his viewers. "That's… That could be fun."
"Mmhmm."
"And you don't think my ugly mug is going to–– Ow!" I said, cutting myself off when he smacked his palm against my bare shoulder. "What was that for?"
"You know what it was for," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at me.
I sighed, rolling my eyes, which might have been the wrong move, considering how much harder he glared when I did that. "I just mean, they sign up for your scenes to see you. You are absolutely stunning to look at, and you can't deny it. You have a large fan base because of it." I leaned back to look him over, dragging my hand down from his face to his chest, running my hand over a smooth pec. "Do you really think people who sign up to see all this smooth beauty getting off will want to see a hairy beast with his paws all over you?"
He let his eyes close with a groan, pressing harder into my hand. "There were a lot of requests for it."
I paused the touching, and he lifted his head to look at me. "How much is a lot?"
"One of the members did a poll, and over seventy percent of the voters wanted you on there and twenty-five percent said they'd take me however they could get me. The other five were split between some random acts that a few members put up before the guy who made the poll turned off the little feature that let them add suggestions."
I tilted my head to the side, watching him closely. "And you're sure you're okay with this? This is your career. I don't want to mess it up."
"I would love for you to join me. Even if I lost some viewers, I would still have plenty, and I would still be making more than enough, but I really don't think I'll lose hardly anyone."
Nodding, I climbed up on the bed against the headboard, giving him a smile as he turned his shocked expression on me. "You're going to do it?"
"Are you kidding? A chance to touch my favorite camboy while everyone watches? I'm not passing that opportunity up."
He blinked for several seconds before excitedly jumping up on the bed and moving toward me.
"Don't forget to start the stream, baby."
"Shit." He scrambled back off the bed and over to his setup, smiling and waving at the camera when everything was up and going, and then he turned to me, his eyes still bright and excited as he took a deep breath, clearly trying to compose himself, before climbing up on the bed and into the space between my legs, pressing his back to my chest.