I shake my head, laughing even harder. “It’s not.”
“Mom made it for me after I came out as bi.” He pauses. “She, uhm… she knitted her and Dad matching rainbow sweaters too.” He blushes like someone put a match to his cheeks.
“No fucking way!”
“Yes way. Proud queer mom all the way. Yay!” He pumps his fist. “Go, Mom.”
“Go Mom, indeed,” I agree, then walk toward him, linking my arms around his neck. “I love that for you. I love that for any queer kid.”
“Like you.” He presses his lips against mine.
“Yes, like me too.”
His arms snake around my back, his hands sliding down to my ass, squeezing it roughly, just the way I like it.
“Fuuuck, I love this ass. It’s so meaty and bouncy and just…”
“What?” I pant, and now I’m the one with flaming cheeks.
“Just every goddamn dream come true.”
Caleb thinks my ass is a dream come true, when really, he’s like all my dreams wrapped into one gorgeously sexy package.
“It’s from all the gym time.” It’s true. I spend a lot of time at the gym, which reminds me that I need to find a local place.
“Well, whatever it is, it looks like you could bounce a fucking quarter off it.”
“Yours isn’t that bad either, old man.” I wink, and he pinches my butt, making me squeal.
“Brutal,” he murmurs against my lips. “You owe me a kiss now.”
“Just one?”
“As a start.” His tongue sweeps along my bottom lip, and I open for him, welcoming him back inside my mouth. He hums around my tongue, sucking on it like it’s his favorite treat. His large hands knead my ass, and again, that overwhelming feeling of belonging and safety overwhelms me. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a guy. I just never thoughtit could be Caleb.For now, a small voice whispers in my head.For now, not for good. Caleb doesn’t do long-term; I have to remind myself of that, but I’m going to take what I can get.
He walks me back toward his bed, and when my legs hit it, he pushes me back carefully, his heated gaze coasting up and down my body.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice is filled with appraisal, and my chest expands with happiness. “So damn beautiful.” He rubs his hand along the front of his jeans, the button still open from earlier. “You make me so fucking hard, baby.”
I reach for him, but he shakes his head. “Not yet. I want to see you.” His voice is strained, his eyes impossibly dark, but everything about it just makes my own desire grow and grow. “Can I see you, K? All of you?”
I swallow, my heart racing in my chest. No one has ever seen me naked before. My scars. My body. Everything. Still, I find myself nodding, because I trust him. I trust him with everything that I am.
Caleb stays where he is, at the end of the bed, his eyes not leaving my body for one second. Sitting up, I start unbuttoning my shirt. Each button feels like another monumental step on the way to becoming what I was always meant to be: a man desired by another man. Caleb continues to rub his palm against the front of his pants, the outline of his hard length straining against the denim. He breathes heavily, his eyes locked onto my chest, which I’m slowly revealing to him, one button at a time. I hesitate for a second, then wrap my fingers around my open shirt and slide it off my shoulders and down my arms. Caleb groans, his gaze lowering to my chest. I know the second he sees my scars because his eyes grow all soft, pooling with emotion. My scars are still pink and slightly raised from my skin, stretched across my middle like a line. Like a before and after, bearing witness to my transition.
Caleb moves toward me, his eyes pinned to my chest. He rests his knee on the bed, then leans over me. He straddles my lap, one thigh on each side of mine. His breath hits my chin, and heat emanates from his body, his male scent engulfing me. Reaching for the neck of his T-shirt, he pulls it over his head in one movement, revealing inches upon inches of mouthwateringly golden skin. His pecs are solid, a generous layer of dark hair splattered across them, his pink, pointed nipples peeking through. His bulky chest heaves with anticipation, and briefly, a spell of dysphoria hits me as I take in Caleb’s masculine, unscarred chest. My gaze flickers, and I’m falling until Caleb’s deep voice wraps around me, pulling me back, “Stay with me, K. You’re good. Eyes on me.”
I breathed through my nose, focusing on Caleb’s kind eyes.
“You’re beautiful. Truly. Can I…” He nods at my chest. “Can Itouch you?”
“Yes.”
“Will it… will it hurt if I touch your scars?”
I shake my head. They haven’t hurt in a while. “No.”
“Will it be uncomfortable if I do? Will it be triggering?”