I gagged again and kept trying.
“’S’okay,” Charlie slurred. His hands were gentle on the side of my face. “Slow down, baby, it’s okay.”
The endearment made my insides cramp. Tears were already dripping from the corners of my eyes from the gagging, but I wanted so much to please him.
I kept going, sucking and licking and jacking as best I could until he couldn’t help but rock his cock in and out of my mouth with his hips.
“Gonna come,” he gasped.
I pulled off and jacked him while tonguing his tight sac. Gagging and spitting out his come wouldn’t have been very elegant, so I knew better than to try and swallow on my first attempt.
He came with a cry and a clutch of his fingers in my hair. White ribbons shot across his flawless skin, and I scrambled up to taste them. I wanted every single bit of him I could get.
“Jesus fuck, Hudson.” His voice was gritty and hoarse. “What the hell?”
After one last pass of my tongue along his skin, I moved up next to him on the bed and collapsed.
“God, you’re sexy when you come.” I lay on my side and ran my hand down his chest until it rested on his opposite hip. “Will you let me do that again in a little while?”
He stared at me. “In what scenario would I say no to that question?”
I grinned and nestled closer to his side, inhaling the masculine scent from his armpit. “You smell delicious. Not like week-old cheese. And this red armpit hair is just about adorable.”
“You just called my pit stink adorable.”
“No. I called it delicious. I called the baby ginger fuzz adorable. Like a kitten.”
He snorted and smacked my shoulder. “Fuck off.”
I sniffed again. “Man stink. I think I like it. Is that weird? I liked how your balls smelled too. Am I a freak?”
Charlie rolled onto his side until he was facing me. He ran his hand up and down my arm. “No. That’s all very common, I promise. I may have enjoyed getting a whiff or two of you as well. Surely, though, this isn’t the first you’ve realized you like those things?”
I thought about it. “I keep racking my brain to come up with any signs I might have missed that I found another man attractive, but I just… I can’t think of anything. And it makes absolutely no sense. My brothers are gay. Do you have any idea how many gay bars and clubs I’ve been to? I’ve dirty danced with men, had them hit on me and grind against me on the dance floor. I’ve seen my brothers’ boyfriends shirtless on the tennis court and at the swimming pool. I’ve been in locker rooms with half-naked men. Not once did I feel that pull I feel with you. Not once.”
“I still can’t believe you have five gay brothers. You must be taking the piss.”
“I’m not… taking the piss. Whatever that means. If you don’t believe me, I’ll get them on the phone right now,” I said. “Make them… I don’t know…”
“Pull out their gay licenses?” he teased. “Drop trou and wank each other?”
I pretended to gag. “Stop. Please. We’re talking about my brothers.”
His face creased with confusion. “All jokes aside. How the hell do you have five gay brothers? And if your brothers are all gay, how did you not know you were too?”
“I’m not gay,” I said without thinking. It was a habit, I guessed, after years of people assuming I was gay because everyone else in my family seemed to be.
Big mistake.
Charlie’s eyes lost their twinkle, and his mouth closed. He rolled back over until he was looking at the ceiling. “Right. Not gay. My mistake.”
Fuck.
I laid my hand on his shoulder and tried to ignore his slight flinch. “No. That’s not what I meant.”
He turned his head back to lock eyes with me. “But it’s true, Hudson. Both of us know this was just a onetime experiment for you. It’s fine. It’s honestly not really my business. You wanted to see what it was like with a man and you did. I was up for a nice orgasm. No harm done. One night is all we have anyway, yeah?”
I’d lost him. The easy intimacy we’d shared that evening evaporated the minute I reminded him I was straight. The loss of it gutted me more than I would have expected.
I moved my hand up to brush through his messy waves. “I’m sorry,” I whispered before dropping a light kiss on his shoulder where my hand had been. “Please be patient with me. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m trying to be honest with you, and until I met you, Charlie, I wasn’t gay. And now… and now I don’t know what I am other than very fucking happy to be naked in this bed with you right now.”