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I press my lips together and dig into the arch of his foot. He almost kicks at me reflexively, and I grip his ankle tight in response.
“I want to make a stretching joke, but you’re already looking pretty flushed, Lee.”
“What? Something like ‘you stretch me, and I’ll stretch you’?”
“Mhm. Are you good at stretching, Lee?”
His brows furrow. “Are we talking about dance stretches or is this a sex question?”
“Neither. I was teasing you.”
We sit in silence for a moment, my fingers finding a rhythm on his calf that makes him exhale a shaky breath.
“Can I ask you questions about your transition?”
I tilt my head, resting an elbow on the back of the couch and pressing my temple to my fist. “Absolutely.”
“You’ve had top surgery, obviously. What about …?” His eyes drift to my crotch, and I choose this moment to be bold, to shift forward and open my thighs, and press his heel to the front of my boxers.
His toes flex, and I trap the moan that rises up with a bite to my tongue. There's bottom growth but nothing significant that would come with a surgery.
“Oh.” His face is practically a dark maroon, and I have to hold myself back from pushing further.
“I’m perfectly happy with what I’m packing downstairs,” I say, placing his foot back on top of my thigh. “The hormones are enough for me in that department.”
Elias gulps, and my eyes trail the lump in his throat as it travels down. “What words do you use? I mean, I read that everyone is different, so I was just curious. You know, in case it ever comes up …”
My face stretches into a wide grin. “You plan on talking about my dick?”
This time, he kicks me lightly in the thigh, and I tighten my grip on his ankle. “I have a dick and a hole and an asshole. All three are fair game during sex. Or foreplay.”
That’s what this feels like: an excruciatingly slow foreplay of introducing our bodies to each other.
I slide my hand up to his knee, kneading the sensitive muscle on the underside. He visibly tenses and then relaxes, letting his head hang back over the edge of the arm rest.
“I’m an idiot. Please ask me something. Anything to distract me and prevent me from getting a hard on.”
I’m tempted to tell him that it doesn’t bother me if he gets a little excited, but if he wants the subject changed, I can give him that small mercy.
“Well. I’ve always been kind of curious how you wound up a single dad.” I say the words as gently and nonchalant as possible, so that way if it isn’t something he wants to talk about, he has an easy out.
His fingers start a drum pattern on his stomach, toes curling and uncurling in my lap.
“It’s not a super interesting story honestly. I was in a band in college. Bass. We got wasted after playing at a bar, and I’d had the most ridiculous crush on our vocalist. She wasnotinto me. At all. But she told me later that turning me down felt like kicking a puppy, so she offered me a kiss. I guess I did a good job because we woke up the next morning with clear evidence that we’d been in each other’s pants. Multiple times.”
His shoulders shake with laughter. “But she got pregnant. Long story short, the plan was to put the baby up for adoption. She had no support from her family, so I was there through the whole journey. Along the way … I fell in love with Cal. So I told her what I wanted. That me and my family would be happy to raise him, and if she ever wanted to be a part of his life, that’d be available to her. So far, she hasn’t, and that’s okay.”
If there’s one thing I’ve grown sure of over the last couple weeks, it’s that Elias is an amazing father. It hits me in the chest that much harder that he genuinelylovesbeing a dad.
“Would you ever want another child?”
He lifts his head, something deeper than the question at hand swirling in his dark eyes.
“I don't know. I think it'd depend on where Cal and I are in life when it comes up. And what my partner wants, you know?”
“I kind of wish I got to see you with a baby.”
We both smile at each other, the absolute preciousness at the thought so strong it's palpable.
