Page 52 of Stupid Dirty

I need to touch him. I need him to touch me.

Reaching down, I take hold of him, something I didn’t get the chance to do last night. He’s thick and heavy in my hand, just like I expected. As soon as I slide my hand down his length, Silas makes a strangled noise and drops his forehead against mine.

He takes me in hand as well, and it doesn’t take long before we’re both panting into each other’s mouths. I come first, groaning his name as I spray cum between us, but he’s quick to follow.

Neither of us pulls away this time. Our bodies are still pressed together as I hold Silas’ eye, studying him. His expression is as serious as always, and I wish I could figure out what he was thinking.

It catches me by surprise when he reaches between us and swipes his fingers through the mess, then brings his fingers up and smears the still-warm cum across my lips.

I flick my tongue out to taste it, salty and bitter, while Silas watches me with more intensity than I knew was possible.

When he kisses me, it’s deep and claiming. Our cum is pushed into both our mouths and it feels like the single most intimate experience of my life. Even after we break apart to catch our breath, it’s a long time before I break the silence.

“I guess it’s safe to say that last night wasn’t a one-time thing.”

Silas is making that face he makes when he can’t find his words. Sometimes it’s fun to tease him, but not today. I put him out of his misery. I kiss him one more time before pulling him with me as I get out of bed.

“Come on, let’s brush our teeth and get some coffee before anything else earth-shattering happens and one of us ends up pregnant.”

We both pull on sweats and shirts, because it’s cold outside the fuck-cave that is my bedroom, and head to the kitchen. It’s quiet as we putter around making coffee. Normally I hate the quiet, but this feels peaceful.

I know there are still a lot of unanswered questions, but for whatever reason, I’m not worried about the answers.

There’s a hitch in my step that Silas notices. It’s obvious he wants to say something, but isn’t sure if he can.

“I’m fine, Silas. I’ll admit, I may have gotten a little caught up in the horniness of it all and gone too hard for my virgin asshole. I’m pretty sore. But that’s on me. I fucking begged you. All you did was dick me down better than I knew was possible.” He blushes, so I keep talking to take the focus off him. “I mean, how have I gone twenty-two years without realizing I had a magic orgasm button inside me?”

Silas snorts. “You know, I always wondered if that was something that you were into or not. It seemed like the kind of thing you might do. Even if it was just on your own.”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “You sat around wondering about whether I was into prostate play, but that didn’t clue you in that there was some sexual tension between us? Wow, we’re even stupider than I thought.”

Silas shakes his head and shrugs like it’s nothing, but his blush deepens and he focuses very hard on the coffeepot in front of him.

Interesting. Maybe he wasn’t as clueless as I was.

When the heat finally fades from his cheeks, he looks at me again, his serious mask back in place.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’ll be fine. I just need an extremely thorough shower. And possibly to sit on an ice pack.” I laugh, mostly joking, but kind of tempted. “I’m just sorry you lost your gay virginity in my shitty bedroom in my shitty trailer.”

Silas frowns. “Does that matter?”

“I mean, no, but isn’t your first time supposed to be all hearts and flowers with an R&B mix playing or something? Not whatever stupid dirty fuckhot shit we did last night.”

He peers at me like he can’t figure out if that was an insult, so I take the very gay bull by the even gayer horns and grab his hips, stepping up behind him to press a kiss into the back of his neck.

The scent of him is tangy and masculine, and it’s kind of weird that he’s as tall as me. But he shivers under my touch, and that feels fucking incredible.

I lean my forehead against his temple and close my eyes. I’m determined to let this wash over me and go with the flow.

“‘Stupid dirty fuckhot’ was a compliment, just fyi,” I mumble into his warm skin.

“Noted.” He takes a sip of coffee and looks out of the window for long enough I think the conversation might be dropped. “Was that what your first time was like? With a girl, I mean. Hearts and flowers and shit?”

“Mm, not so much.” Silas turns around to face me, which gives me the perfect opportunity to loop my arms around his neck and kiss him. He’s a little stiff, just like when I started hugging him way back when. But just like then, it only takes him a second to sink into the contact like he’s dying for it. “I lost my virginity when I was fourteen, in the back of Leilani Dominguez’s dad’s Bronco, over in Mishicot, which has a population of 196, almost all of whom are on meth. We were both drunk, we didn’t use a condom, and it wasn’t even dark out. It was a real trailer park fairy tale.”

Silas looks at me with exactly the expression that story deserves.

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