Dex nodded with a serious expression. “Don’t feel obligated to anything. Just do what you like.”
“I don’t feel obligated. I’m just explaining this to you, because it helpsmeto understand what I think. Usually I just do things without endlessly trying to pull them apart,” he said with a shrug and tasted the cake. It was moist and soft, with a mild cinnamon flavor.
"I like it when youdothings." Dex gave him a dreamy smile. "I just want to make sure you don't end up missing what women have between their legs, or tits. I don't know how that works for you.”
Hammer ate more of the cake and tentatively put his arm on the backrest, behind Dex’s shoulders. He had a little look around, but the diner wasn’t packed, and the screens ensured an adequate level of privacy, so after a tense second, he exhaled and met the warm brown eyes watching him as if he were a god among men. “I… I know I love tits. I suppose I feel about all genitals pretty much the same way. As in, I like how a pussy feels on my cock, but when I touch it, it’s mostly because I like what it does to the other person, you know? I’m still gonna look at women, maybe watch porn or something, but I am getting what I need from you... right?” he asked, baffled that he’d just declared that he was going to only sleep with Dex. A man. While letting him fuck other guys as long as it was in his presence. Was he really okay with that?
But when Dex grinned at him, all excited, and no doubt still sore after their quickie in the bathroom, his own smile grew. Yes. That was exactly what he wanted. The guys who’d fucked Dex at the party were just tools anyway, forboththeir pleasure.
“Right. Exactly. Like, when I’m with a guy who is really good at topping but doesn’t want to bottom, I don't exactly miss it myself. I think about it still being something I like, but I don't need to do that to be happy. Does that make sense?”
Hammer froze. He’d just started getting used to the idea of being monogamous with a male partner whenthisbomb dropped, and he realized he hadn’t even taken into account that Dex might want to stick his dick in something too. He was, after all, a man, regardless of the way he liked to have sex most of the time.
“Yeah… that…” Did Dex see him that way too? As someone he might come inside?
“I know you don’t like pizza analogies, but stay with me for a minute. Whether you like pizza, or a hot dog, and the hot dog is not a stand in for dick, by the way, it can be whatever, it doesn’t mean you’re not full at the end of the day. And a hot dog could come with pizza spices, and a pizza can have hot dog and mustardonit. I actually did that once. I ordered a plain margarita, but then cut up some hot dogs to sprinkle on top, and it was delicious.”
Hammer was glad about this convoluted chatter, because it offered him more time to think. And thinking about Dex climbing on top of him made him hot under the collar. Would their sexual dynamics remain the same but flipped? He liked being a force to be reckoned with, and Dex had clearly shown himself to be eager for submission.
Could Hammer remain in control while accepting another man’s cock inside him? Did it really hurt at the beginning? Even if it did, he’d have to go through with it once he committed. He supposed he could ride Dex, if he wanted to try bottoming sometime, but at the moment, he remained full of doubt.
“I have no idea what you’re trying to say,” he choked out in the end, embarrassed by the dull sound of his voice.
Dex took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts into something more coherent. “That… it doesn’t have to be so clear-cut. It’s not my thing, but if you wanted me to, I could wear like, lacy panties sometimes. And I don’t need totop-top, but I’d like to,” he lowered his voice more, “rim you. Just a thought.”
“I’m not into lace,” Hammer said, latching on to the safest topic first, because the perspective of that pretty face diving between his buttocks was—It was somehow both arousing and scary. He was not used to feeling vulnerable and out of control, and while he knew well that many Dominants had their submissives serve them like this, he wasn’t sure just how far out of his comfort zone that activity was. “And… as for the rest, we’ll see. I’m sure you could top someone we invite to play with us.”
Dex, who had already finished his own cake, dug his fork into Hammer’s piece and put the morsel into his mouth. “Just saying there’s options. I’m far too focused on you now to think about other guys we could include. I’m glad about the lace though. Then again, I’d try anything once. And this cake? Wow. So good.”
How was Dex so casual about it all? Hammer had no idea, but Dex’s attitude put him at ease.
“I’m glad I triedyou, because I’m really liking the flavor,” he said and, after glancing around once more, touched Dex’s shoulder.
“Did you just never meet a guy you liked this way, or have you never tried before because no one’s hit on you? If it’s the second one, I can assure you it’s because they were scared, not because they didn’t like what they saw.” Dex wiggled his eyebrows and licked the fork with the tongue that had worked Hammer’s dick so well less than an hour prior.
Hammer shook his head. “I’m well aware I’m attractive. But… yeah, I think it’s the former,” he said in a voice so soft Dex couldn’t hear him over the music, which forced Hammer to repeat himself.
Dex gave a deep sigh. “This just… I dunno. It just makes me so happy.”
Hammer rubbed his injured shoulder and helped himself to more cake, increasingly at ease with the public closeness. “You were the first one to pique my interest and make me wonder how it would feel to touch another man, but I think that I— I don’t think this is exactlyneweither. I just didn’t know what I wanted, and by the time I was at the age when people experiment and start exploring sex, I landed in juvie.”
Dex poked the cake, as if asking if he could have more. “Wouldn’t that be the prime place for gay sex?”
Hammer stalled. “Well… maybe. I know it was happening, but not always with everyone’s consent. Didn’t want to attract the attention of the older boys, because at the time I wasn’t as strong or capable as I am now,” he said with a shrug.
“Oh…” Dex frowned and lowered his fork. “I see. Tough. I got this bad reputation at school that I’d suck anyone’s dick, but at least that didn’t feel dangerous. Humiliating though. I was just horny and gave BJs to a couple of guys I found hot, but some of them had to make a big deal out of it instead of keeping it under wraps and enjoying the free head. Kinda stupid of them, if you ask me.”
Hammer leaned in, pulling Dex closer as his chest tightened. For a moment, a part of the joyful flicker so ubiquitous in Dex’s gaze had dimmed, and he hated seeing it happen. “I’m sorry. Do you want to… talk about it?”
“Not really, but… I want to tell you something I could never tell anyone.” Dex took a deep breath, glancing up. “The guy that started running his mouth about me, he was the first guy I ever topped. I think he freaked out and wanted to show off how not-gay he was by putting all the negative attention on me. I took it in stride, because why would I deny that I love dick? But people don’t act like they do in teen movies, all accepting and shit. No one wanted to be friends with me. Even this one obviously gay drama class kid told me I was giving the ‘LGBT community’ a bad name. What the fuck, you know? People like that always try to suck up to the straights and don’t see it will eventually bite their asses. Go and marry, have kids, and do the picket fence shit, but let me be me!
“Anyway, so that summer, when the guy who told everyone I offered to suck his cock, and lied that he refused, went on vacation with his family, I set their house on fire.”
Dex sported a proud little smirk when he looked past Hammer, remembering. “Never got caught.”
Hammer had expected this to be a real sob story, but now that he’d heard it to the end, laughter rose in his chest, and he rubbed Dex’s chin with fondness. “Good boy! The fucker deserved it.”
Dex helped himself to more of Hammer’s cake, arching into his touch like an eager puppy. “It’s nice to share things with you. I could always sense that for other people it would be a step too far.”