Falling for the Geek

by R. Cayden

  Without another word, I grabbed his cheeks, spread them wide, and blew hot breath along his crease. Shawn shivered, just like I knew he would. He palmed my cock as I went to kissing him, licking his rim and the soft fuzz around it. Gasping, Shawn pushed his ass back, bouncing his hips as he offered himself to me.

  Fuck, I wanted to be inside him. The suction of his lips as he dragged them up and down my shaft teased how hot and tight his hole would feel. His muscles tightened and tugged the tip of my tongue, and the circuitry of our bodies sparked. I dragged my hand down his thigh, then pushed it up to explore his balls, hot between my fingers.

  There were so many ways to touch him. I thought I’d know how he would react because of my own body, but Shawn was always surprising me, just like I was surprised to learn how much fun it was to hold his sack in my hand and coax his balls. I could practically feel them filling with cum, and I growled happily when they tightened up to his body.

  Shawn pushed his fingers behind my balls and rubbed at my taint. I growled even louder as I jerked my hips and plowed my cock into the back of his throat.

  Fuck. Everything about him felt so fucking good.

  I pulled my lips back from his rim, a string of saliva dangling in the air. “You feel good, babe?” I checked in.

  He pulled his lips off my cock with a pop. “So good.”

  Sitting up, I grabbed Shawn from behind and pulled him close. We fell back together, rolling on the cushy pad as our bodies aligned. “Did you always know?” I whispered in his ear.

  His feet tangled with mine as his hand landed on my hip. “Did I always know what?”

  “That you were in love with me.”

  My cock throbbed against his body as fireflies flickered in the trees. “Not at first.” His cock twitched, making my whole body lurch closer to him, humming with the pleasure of his sweet voice. “I thought it was just a crush.”

  “Yeah?” Fuck, I wanted him so bad.

  He shuddered in my arms. “Yeah. I fell in love with you when I got to know the real you.” He arched his back, rubbing his cheeks against my cock. “You fall in love with someone real.”

  I grabbed his hip and trailed my fingers over the curve of it. “I love being real with you,” I whispered in his ear.

  Shawn spun around and pushed me back, surprising me. I chuckled as he crawled on top, straddling my hips again. He reached back and took my cock in his hand, squeezing it softly while he stared at me.

  Fuck, did I love watching him get more confident like that. As much fun as it was to tease him out of his shell when he was nervous, I felt like this was my real reward.

  He pressed my cock between his cheeks and bounced softly. “We’ll go slow at first,” he said, holding me against the heat of his hole.

  “However you want it, babe.”

  Shawn leaned forward, one hand on my chest, then rubbed my tip along his rim. I was slick with precum, and my tender crown sparked. “Like this,” he whimpered, still bouncing his fist on my shaft. “I want you to come inside of me.”

  I couldn’t take it anymore. Just looking at his needy eyes was enough to make my cock pulse and throb. Desire burned through every part of me as his fingers played across my nipple, teasing and tweaking.

  No more drifting on my own, I realized. No more time waiting for the people I cared about to leave me and go on to a happier life. It was like Shawn said. The love between us was real, and under the stars, I knew that we had always been headed for this night together.

  And for all the nights that would follow, too.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Shawn

  I fell forward, my hands on Cass’s chest. The head of his cock throbbed as my rim puckered and tightened around him.

  Fuck, I couldn’t have been happier that I was sharing my first time with Cass. He’d spent the summer connecting with me, and my confidence had grown enough that I could be comfortable through something like this, fully present with every breath.

  When I jerked off, I usually teased my hole and ran my fingers around my rim. It wasn’t very often, though, that I lubed my fingers up and shoved them inside. I knew my body was going to take some coaxing from Cass, but after the amazing rimjob he’d given me, I at least had a head start.

  I rode my hips back, pushing down on his crown. “Let me,” I said. “Okay?”

  Cass grabbed my hip, steadying me. “You’re so beautiful, babe. Whatever feels good to you is perfect for me.”

  I whimpered as he stuck his arm out, rummaging around until he came back with a tube of lube. He took his hand off my hip long enough to squirt some in his palm, then grabbed me again as he lubed us both up.

  “Uhh,” I grunted as his fingers stroked up my hole.

  “I love when you tremble,” he said, both of his hands on my hips again. “It’s like I can feel you all over my body.”

  A spasm shot down my legs, and then another shook my whole body. I gasped as I pushed my hips back again, stretching my rim over Cass’s slick crown.

  “I love your hands,” I said. Pushing back harder, I slapped my hand over his, guiding him to rock me. His cock throbbed, stretching me enough to slip in, and I gasped at how full I felt from just an inch of him. “I love when you touch me.”

  Cass started to grab at me, squeezing my thighs and rubbing his palm up my side. Whimpering with every breath, I rode the waves that rocked my body. Slowly, I loosened enough to take Cass in a little more and then a little more.

  The pleasure burned, but I needed more of it. I arched my back, riding down onto him. For just a second, I turned my eyes up to the stars, and the brilliant sky lit above me. My breath caught in my throat, I grabbed Cass’s hand again and slapped it to my hip, moaning his name as I rode him.

  He’d planned this whole night for me, all to tell me that he loved me. I saw it as clearly as I had ever seen anything. As beautiful as his face, aching with desire as he fucked me.

  Cass pushed, stretching me all the way. His hips up, he held me still, my whole body tingling and twitching for him while precum leaked out my slit.

  “Babe,” I gasped. “I’m so full.”

  “Fuck yeah,” Cass growled. My hole clenched down, an orgasm burning like coals at the base of me. “Do you know where your prostate is?”

  I slapped his chest, barely holding myself together. “I don’t know,” I gasped.

  Cass pulled himself up, still holding me on his hip. “I want to find it.”

  I gasped again as Cass lifted me with an embrace. Slowly, he pulled me up his cock, sensations I’d never had before heating me from deep inside. He held me like that, straight up in the air, as he rolled his hips and stroked me from inside.

  “There!” I gasped, fireworks everywhere. I’d never felt anything like it before, but Cass had found the spot that shot through the rest of my body.

  He pulled me tighter, then laid me on my back, spreading me out on the pad. “How’s this feel?” he asked, rocking his hips slowly and dragging his cock up and down my hole.

  “Don’t stop,” I moaned, my orgasm crashing to the surface. “Cass, I’m so close.”

  Cass let out a deep growl. He grabbed my face and rubbed his fingers across my cheek, holding me in his dark eyes. I reached out and did the same, running my fingers over his stubble, his lips, his bared teeth.

  He hit my spot, then again. I threw my head back as the world spun. The sensation burning at my base exploded, and when a wet jet of cum landed on my chest, I realized I had hit my climax.

  “Oh fuck!” Cass yelled. His cock stretched me wider as he pumped into me. I could feel his cum, wet and warm in my hole, and I shot another jet as my boyfriend hollered my name.

  We both groaned and moaned, our voices writing their own song. Cass held my hips carefully as he laid me down and slid out. Immediately, he was up close, holding me in his arms and covering my face and neck with kisses, each one igniting another tremble.

  I put my lips up to his ear. “Thank you,” I whispered.


  He kissed me again. “I really like anal sex, turns out.”

  I blurted a laugh and kissed him back. “Me too.”

  Cass rolled to the side and returned with a towel, then cleaned us both up. The night was warm, and we just tugged on our underwear before returning to the pad. For the rest of the evening, we laid around, kissing and drinking wine and listening to nature. And when we were finally exhausted, we headed upstairs to my bed.

  Just like boyfriends, I thought as I fell asleep, his body warm against mine.

  Like two guys in love.

  The next afternoon, I was reading on the couch in the living room after a long morning in bed with Cass when my phone buzzed with Dr. Freeman’s number. Surprised, I sat straight up and answered.

  “Shawn, are you busy?”

  “Not at all. What can I help you with?”

  “I sent those chapters you gave me on to a friend who works in publishing. She has a popular science specialty but has been struggling to find new writers she likes.”

  I stood. “Oh?”

  “After you turned down the job, I realized you were serious about this project, and the connection came to mind. I’m going to send an email to introduce you to each other. She’s interested in offering you a contract, so make sure you think about what you want for an advance.”

  “Wow. Dr. Freeman, I don’t know what to say.” I felt effervescent, bubbles of joy popping as I took the news in. “Thank you so much.”

  We talked for a minute more before she let me go, off to another meeting. I stood there, the phone hanging limply in my hand as I took the information in.

  My book would be out in the world, and an advance meant I would be able to finish it without needing to get a job. My thoughts flashed back to the offer Cass had made. I hated the idea of him disappearing, even if it was just for a couple of months, and more than that, I hated the idea of him doing something he didn’t actually want to do. No matter how good it felt that he wanted to support me, I wanted to do the same for him.

  I shook my head. Those weren’t the kinds of thoughts I needed to have on my own anymore. Instead, I tossed my phone on the coffee table and ran straight back to the studio.

  “Babe!” I yelled, then jumped up onto the porch. Cass was standing at the end, a drill hanging from his hand and the sun shining right on him. “I’m going to get a contract!”

  He set the drill down. “Excuse me?”

  “Dr. Freeman showed the chapters to a friend in publishing! I don’t know the details yet, but she wants to publish it!”

  Cass grabbed me around the shoulders and spun me. “That’s amazing! I knew your book was good.” He kissed me, supporting me by the small of my back. “I’m so proud of you, Shawn.”

  I stepped back and met his eye. “That means I don’t have to move somewhere for a job, Cass. I can come back to Nashville with you.”

  Cass chuckled. “Babe, I don’t need to go back to Nashville. There’s nothing good waiting for me there. The way I see it, I could live just about anywhere.”

  “Oh.” I took his hand and swung it in mine, waving it back and forth between us. “Well, you should live somewhere with a good music scene, right?”

  Cass squeezed my hand back. “I told you. I’ll be happy as long as you’re happy.”

  I stopped swinging. “I know. But I’m taken care of. I have you, Cass, and I’m going to get paid to write my book, and all because you encouraged me.” I leaned forward and kissed him. “Dr. Freeman said she thought of the connection to her publisher when I turned down the job.”

  A goofy smile grew on Cass’s face. “Oh, dope.”

  “So we’ll go wherever a guy like you goes to play music,” I said. “I’m up for the adventure. Leo might get jealous if we move too far, but he’ll learn to adjust.”

  “Leo!”

  I paused, then blurted out a laugh. “Oh my god. He’s going to lose his mind when we tell him we’re boyfriends.”

  Cass laughed loudly. “Fuck yeah he is. Can’t wait for that. But I meant, what about Pittsburgh?”

  “Pittsburgh?” I stopped, thinking about it. I’d visited Leo there a couple of times and really loved the city, and they definitely had an active scientific community. “Is that a good city for rock music?”

  “It’s just about perfect for me. There’s not really big money or flashy labels, but the local scenes are thriving. Plus, you’d have your brother, and I’d have my old best friend.”

  “Huh,” I said. “Pittsburgh.”

  Cass pulled me into another kiss, and for a few minutes, I lost myself in his arms. The sun was hot on my skin, and the scent of his musky sweat filled my nose. I was going to get to come home to him, I realized, like how he would come home to me. And slowly, a picture of our future began to form, clarifying in my mind.

  “Pittsburgh,” I said. “With Leo.”

  “I was dreaming big with that touring job. Thought I would buy you a house and everything. I could still do it, get us some money to start our life?”

  I pulled him closer. “You’re staying right here. Whatever my advance is, we’ll be able to figure it out together.” I smiled. “And I think Pittsburgh sounds perfect.”

  Cass stretched an arm out behind me, then grabbed his phone from the bench. He hit a couple of buttons, and I heard a ringing sound.

  “What are you doing?” I laughed.

  He pulled me in front of him, his arms wrapped around my chest. “Sharing the good news,” he answered, then angled the phone to face us.

  Leo’s face popped. He squinted into the phone, staring. “What?” he said, apparently too confused by what he was seeing for a proper greeting.

  I snorted a laugh. This was going to be very satisfying.

  “Guess who’s moving to Pittsburgh?” Cass said, his voice tickling my ear as a grin filled my face.

  Leo kept staring, his eyes practically bulging out. “What?” he finally yelped.

  I rose up on my toes, smiling into the phone, then leaned my head back to kiss Cass, softly, on the lips. “Me and my boyfriend are!”

  “What!”

  Epilogue

  Shawn

  Autumn, one year later…

  Curled up on Cass’s old leather couch in the living room of our brick townhouse, I was pulled from my book by a ding on my phone. Yawning, I glanced at the screen, then stood straight up, my heart jumping. “Cass!” I yelled out. “Cass, it’s here!”

  We’d had only signed on the house a couple of months earlier, and there were plenty of obstacles to dodge as I searched for my boyfriend. I jumped over a footstool that still hadn’t found the right home, then rounded a corner into the kitchen, where I’d seen him last. The kitchen cupboards had become that week’s project, and all the doors had been removed and piled near the rear door, but there was no sign of Cass.

  I grabbed my laptop from the dining table, then ran up to the second floor, the framed records hanging in the hallway rattling from my pounding feet. “Cass!” I hollered and stuck my head in our bedroom and then my writing nook. I sighed, ready to sprint to the basement and find him with his drum set, but Buddy’s bark from the backyard caught my attention first.

  “Cass!” I hollered, grinning, as I emerged onto the back porch. In the little square yard, Cass was tossing a tennis ball with our dog, a big black-and-white mutt we’d picked up from the local rescue. Buddy jumped in the air when he saw me, his heavy cheeks flying back and forth and his nub of a tail wagging. I held the laptop up. “It’s here!”

  “Fuck yeah!” Cass met me with a kiss at the top of the stairs. His hair was hanging loosely down to his shoulders, and the sleeves of his blue checkered flannel were rolled up to his biceps. “I had a feeling it would come today.”

  I took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly as we stepped inside. I dropped my laptop on the counter and opened up my email, then clicked the attachment from my publisher. Cass held me from behind, peering over my shoulder as the cover of my book popped onto the
screen for the first time.

  The title of You and Your Universe was big and splashy over a gorgeous image of the Carina Nebula, an interstellar cloud of swirling purples and reds that was bursting with newly born stars. My eyes danced across the beautiful scene as Cass squeezed me tight from behind.

  “Shawn Bergson,” Cass said, tracing his finger across my name. “You wrote a book.”

  I felt dizzy looking at it. Seeing my name in big letters like that made me nervous in a way I didn’t expect, and I leaned back into Cass’s arm, eager for the comfort. “There’s still a lot more to do,” I pointed out. “A couple more chapters and loads of edits…”

  Cass kissed my cheek. “You wrote a book,” he said again.

  I laughed and nodded, my eyes locked into the cover. “Yeah. I really did, didn’t I?”

  Buddy came running in from the back, breathing heavily as he circled our feet. I closed the laptop and turned to Cass, tracing my thumb over the stubble on his chin as I kissed him.

  Our move to Pittsburgh had been quick and easy. Leo hooked us up with a good rental to try the city out, and Cass found his way quickly to steady work and his new band, Jolt. And when one of my new friends from the Allegheny Observatory told me about the house on Mount Washington, it was easy for us to put together our savings and some of my advance to make the dream real.

  Quick and easy, but it still would have been impossible to write my first draft of the book and move to a new city without Cass’s support. He made everything possible for me in ways that I still didn’t quite understand.

  I kissed him and pushed him against the wall, dragging my lips down to his neck and sucking on my favorite spot. Cass groaned as he grabbed my ass, squeezing tonight. “I’m never going to get these cupboards done if we keep fucking all afternoon on my days off.”

  I pushed my hands down to his jeans and palmed his bulge. “Didn’t I earn it?” I pouted.

  Cass’s hips bucked as he let out a sharp laugh. “Babe, you earned whatever the hell you want.”