“So nice,” Chris murmurs dreamily, a slow smile pouring across his face as I lazily pump my hips back and forth, feeding the mounting friction between us.
“Where are your parents now?” I ask.
Chris reaches for his phone. I lean down to kiss both of his amazing pecs. I tease one nipple with my tongue and then the other. I nuzzle his chest and inhale deeply. If I could replicate his scent, I would pour it all over everything I own.
“Still at work.” He grabs my face in both hands and brings my mouth to his, kisses me deeply.
I sit back and unbutton his shorts, yank them and his underwear all the way off so he’s completely naked. “I like the sound of this,” he says and props himself up a little on his pillows. I grab hold of his already hard penis and stroke him a few times, admiring the tightness of his cock and balls. With my fingertip I trace the tan line across his lower abdomen, below which the sun never touches. Mine, I feel like growling. Chris groans and raises his hips off the bed, responsive to my touch. I scoot down so I’m kneeling between his legs, bow down, and gobble up his cock, relaxing my throat so I can take him in deep.
“Aren’t we supposed to use condoms for this?” he asks.
I recall his mom’s five-paragraph essay on safe sex. Dave and I used condoms in the beginning, but we got a little lazy about it toward the end. There’s really no risk for Chris, but if he wants to return the favor, then I should probably wear a condom. Until I get tested, it’s better safe than sorry.
“Where do you keep them?” I ask.
“Treasure chest, Goldfish bag.”
I find his stash, rip open the condom, and unroll it over his thick erection. “This must be where you keep all those biscuits, Gordito,” I tease him.
“Yeah, and you look hungry,” Chris says with a smile.
I resume my role with plenty of slobber and enthusiasm, which I’ve discovered is the key to a good blowjob. Chris writhes and bucks beneath me, and I have to steady him with my hand on his chest in order to keep up a successful rhythm.
“Ohmygodwhatareyoudoing, yes, Theo, yes,” he exclaims as he rises off the bed and jams his junk so far down my throat I gag a little. He pumps his hips a few more times and then floods the condom. I latch on until the last little jog.
“Sorry about that,” he says afterward with a huge grin that reminds me of the look he used to get after he smoked weed.
“Feel good?” I ask as I slide off the condom.
“Felt fucking amazing. You learn that from Asshole Dave?”
“Yeah.”
Chris shakes his head. “Well, at least he was good for something.” Chris is completely blissed out, so I wrap the condom in a tissue a few times and deposit it in the bathroom trash. “Don’t forget to take out the trash so Paloma doesn’t find this.”
“She won’t dig that deep.”
I come out of the bathroom to give him a look, “Chris, come on, don’t be lazy.”
He’s still smiling. I don’t think there’s anything I could say to wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face.
“Come back. I’m lonely,” he whines. Back in his bed, he drapes his thigh over my hip and asks me, “You think you could show me how to do that?”
I give him a doubtful look. “Maybe, but it’s going to take a lot of practice if you hope to get as good at it as me.” He shoves a pillow at me and I shove it back, which turns into a wrestling match. Chris pins me to his mattress with all his weight on top of me. I stop squirming and stare at him with abject adoration because I want to be conquered by him every which way.
“I love you, Theodore Wooten the Third,” he says and rubs his naked groin against my full-bodied and clothed erection. He leans down and licks my cheek like a dog. Strangely enough, he’s done that a few times, before we were even together.
“I love you too, Christian Mitcham the First.”
“Muy, muy?” he asks with the bright-eyed confidence of someone who already knows the answer.
I laugh and free my arms to grapple him into a big bear hug. “Sí, Gordito, muy, muy.”
Acknowledgments
FIRST LOVE can be both tender and terrifying. With Theo and Chris, I wanted to capture that fledgling, hopeful feeling of falling in love and discovering your best friend is the person you’ve been looking for all along. I also wanted to be true to the awkwardness most new relationships endure, whether you’ve been friends for life or have only just met.
Thank you to Ashley Pope for helping me find a bittersweet ending for Theo that honors his struggle, and that of so many LGBTQIA youth in coming out to their loved ones. Sometimes we must create support networks outside our families to find the love and acceptance we need to grow and thrive.
Thank you to Anne Regan, Lynn West, and the astute editors at Dreamspinner Press for making the journey of publishing an enjoyable one and for helping to build my career and readership.
Thank you to AngstyG for her brilliant work on the cover. She’s able to translate an entire story and mood into just one illustration. No matter what I throw at her, she exceeds my expectations every time.
Thank you to Heather Whitaker and Angele McQuade for their unwavering support in this creative endeavor and Dr. J for generously providing her lake house for so many productive writerly retreats.
Thank you to the readers, the new-to-me ones and those who keep coming back for more. Your support means everything to me!
And lastly, thank you to my darling husband, brilliant daughter, and delightful son who make me laugh and bring me joy almost every day.
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LAURA LASCARSO wants you to stay up way past your bedtime reading her stories. She aims to inspire more questions than answers in her fiction and believes in the power of storytelling to heal and transform a society. When not writing, Laura can be found screaming “finish” on the soccer fields, rewatching Veronica Mars, and trying to convince politicians that climate change is real. She lives in North Florida with her darling husband and two kids. She loves hearing from readers, and she’d be delighted to hear from you.
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By Laura Lascarso
Andre in Flight
The Bravest Thing
One Pulse (Dreamspinner Anthology)
When Everything Is Blue
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When Everything Is Blue
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Digital published March 2018
v. 1.0
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