Page 66 of Sass in the Grass

“Wasn’t supposed to be.”

Jovian did move, finally, onto his side as he laid a hand over Dixon’s rapidly thrumming heart. “Did…did you…like, you know, enjoy it?”

Dixon caressed his cheek sweetly. “You really are an insecure little thing. Of course, I enjoyed it. You were wonderful. You milked my cock so good with your ass.”

“Ahh! Enough! I don’t want to get started again yet.”

“No, not yet. I’m not nineteen anymore. I will make us some more tea, though, and maybe a snack?”

“Snack! Ok, yeah, definitely.”

When Dixon got off the bed and walked across the room…so beautifully naked, Jovian watched as his mouth filled with saliva.

The man was so hot, and his booty…pure fire. Muscled like the rest of him, round, like a peach. The emoji was made just for Dixon’s ass.

He finally scooted up when Dixon came back with a tray in his hands. “I figured water for now and I’d make tea later.”

“Water’s good. Water is life.”

“Lord.”

Jovian downed one glass and eyed Dixon’s. Dixon handed it over and Jovian slammed that too, then started in on the cookies that were sitting so prettily on a thick stoneware plate on the wooden tray.

They tasted nothing like any cookie he’d ever had. They were delicious, but nothing like he remembered eating. “What is this?”

“Stone cut oatmeal soaked in orange juice and honey, then baked with acorns and sunflower seeds.”

“No chocolate chips? Why do I taste chocolate?”

“Good pallet. The oats, when soaked and baked, and with a little orange rind added for the bitterness, taste a lot like chocolate.”

“So, this is like totally healthy?”

“Yes, it surely is totally healthy,” Dixon said while grabbing one cookie for himself.

Jovian leaned over on him while he chewed, and that was the moment Dixon chose to ask, “That…that was just fuck-talk, or did you mean it?”

“What?”

He wasn’t playing. He truly didn’t remember what he’d said.

“Me being yours, you being mine.”

Jovian swallowed the bite of cookie before he choked on it, and said, “Oh. That. I mean…yeah, I meant it, but…did…did you?”

“Yeah. Jovian, you’ll need to know one thing about me. I don’t lie. I don’t play around, especially with things like that.”

Just like his friends had said. “No games. Like that?”

“Exactly like that. If you want someone to play games with, then I’ll bid you farewell and you can go.”

“I don’t. I mean, I don’t, now, but I don’t know about real relationships, you know, without the games.”

“I see. Well, are you willing to learn?”

Jovian smiled suddenly, before he knew he would. “Hell, yes! With you, yes.”

“Good.”

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