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He turns his head to look at me. “I’m just so fucking done with that man.” He sounds defeated, and my heart hurts for him. “He knows I’m gay. Even though he hates me for it. Yet, here he is still acting like I’m the son he wishes I was. Planning my future without my permission. Telling people I’m straight, trying to setme up on some weird fucked up arranged marriage situation,” he sighs heavily. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter.” He gets out of the car and goes to the trunk to grab the stuff we bought.
I’m quick to follow. “It does matter,” I tell him, grabbing the rest of the stuff and closing the trunk before following him inside. “Your feelings matter. What your dad is doing to you is fucked up.”
“It’s what he’s always done,” Austin says, getting into the elevator. I follow him and press the number for our floor. “He’s never cared about me or what I want. About my feelings. Nothing. I’m his only child. His only son. And I didn’t end up how he wanted me to, so he acts like I did. It’s fucked up. It’s sad, really.” He shakes his head. The elevator stops and the door opens.
We get out, heading to our apartment door. Once we’re in, Austin closes the door and puts everything on the table.
The mood is heavy and somber as I go grab Peanut and take him outside to use the bathroom. While I’m gone, Austin sets up some things for the dog, like a bed, food, and a water bowl.
For a small moment, Austin seems like he might be okay. He smiles while Peanut gets comfortable on his new bed and laughs when Snicklefritz sits on the coffee table and just watches him from afar.
“I think they will become best friends,” Austin says, before turning to me.
“Me too.” I smile.
Austin stares at me for a moment, and I can feel the mood shift again. “It’s why I spent so much time at your place growing up.” He says, as if continuing the conversation from before. “My dad, I mean. With how he was. It’s why I was at your place so much. There, I could be me, you know? I could be myself and not feel judged. I could laugh loudly and not feel like I’m being too much. I could eat what I wanted and not get fat comments or becalled a slob. I could play the game I loved with my best friend and not come home to being told it’s some stupid game and I need to spend my time on something better.” he shakes his head and continues to crumble.
“He might have been too stupid to see the amazing man you were, and the one you’ve become, but trust me, we aren’t. My parents aren’t. They love you like you're one of their own. You are perfect, Austin, even the parts you believe aren't. Because it’s what makes you you. Every fault and flaw. If you didn’t have them, you wouldn’t be your true self. And I can say, I think you're pretty fucking amazing.”
Austin’s gaze flicks between mine, emotion brimming in his deep blue eyes.
He steps towards me, chest heaving. His large hands cup my face. “I need you.” He whispers, this pleading look in his eyes. “I need you so fucking bad right now, Levi. Please.”
My heart starts to thunder in my chest, my stomach twisting with nerves. Swallowing hard, I nod. “You have me, Austin. You're not alone.”
“Fuck.” He croaks, then his lips are crashing down onto mine.
I moan as he works his lips against mine, the kiss growing more desperate and hungry.
It’s like everything inside me comes alive. My cock thickens, pressing against my jeans. Austin grabs my ass and rolls his hips, pressing his erection against mine. My eyes roll back from the pressure, and my hips jerk forward, searching for more.
“Levi.” Austin pants against my lips.
“Yes?” I breathe, blinking up at him. His eyes are wild as he stares down at me.
“Can I...” he swallows hard. “Can we?”
A smile slips onto my lips. “Come with me.” I grab his hand and tug him towards his bedroom.
When we get into the room, I bring him to the bed and gently push him to sit down on the edge of the bed.
Austin watches me with nervous but eager eyes.
“Before we do this. I think I need to be honest.” If he tells me right now he doesn’t want to have sex with me, or that this was all a lie, I think I might die.
“Okay.” I blink, trying not to let my mind run wild.
“I’ve never had sex before.”
Well. That was not at all what I thought he was going to say.
“Like never, never?” I ask in disbelief.
“No.” He rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks going an adorable pink. “It’s partly why I haven’t pushed for sex with this whole friends with benefits thing. I didn’t want to be bad at it, and you change your mind about wanting to mess around with me.”
I can’t help but smile. “Trust me, Austin, that wouldn’t have been enough to scare me away.” I laugh softly. There's this sense of joy and excitement at the fact that he’s never been like this with another person. I know he’s mentioned being with people before, and that man sure knows how to use his hands and mouth, but I guess it stopped before it went too far.
And then it hits me. I get to be the one to take Austin’s virginity. I get to be this unbelievably sexy, sweet, kind man’s first.
