“I have no idea,” Abe said with a laugh. “All I know is she wants a ring and she doesn’t have one yet, so I get a great deal on rent because I pay for a bedroom and get a furnished apartment.”
“I’m not sure the furnished part is all that great a deal,” Jason said as he looked around again.
“It’s fine.” Abe shrugged. “I make $33,000 a year. This place is way better than anything else I could afford on my own.”
“You spend all day with teenagers and that’s all they pay you?” Jason asked incredulously. “Are you kidding me?”
“I’m a high school teacher,” Abe reminded him. “Not a doctor.” He paused. “By the way, Dr. Garcia, I don’t think you ever told me exactly what you do.”
“Surgery. Cardiothoracic surgery.”
“Wow.” Abe wasn’t surprised. Jason was smart and aggressive, so it was easy to imagine him as a surgeon. “I’m impressed.” He pressed his lips together to hold in his smile and tried to sound serious when he said, “That means you make way more than $33,000 a year, right?”
Jason scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Cool.” Abe climbed off Jason’s lap and waggled his eyebrows playfully. “I’m dating a rich guy. You can buy me stuff,” he joked.
“Dating?”
His heart stopping, Abe looked at Jason and swallowed hard. “Aren’t we?” He licked his lips. “Dating, I mean?”
Jason stood and pulled up his pants. “Not so far, no.” He looked into Abe’s eyes and brushed a wayward lock of hair off his forehead. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“I don’t know. Nothing right now.”
Jason leaned down and bussed his lips over Abe’s cheek. “Good. I’m taking you out to a fancy dinner.”
“You are?” Abe asked in surprise.
“Yeah. If I’m supposed to be some kind of sugar daddy, I’ve really got to up my game. I’m pretty sure I haven’t spent a dime on you so far.”
“Excellent point.” Abe let Jason take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. “What do you say you splurge and treat us to a movie too?”
“Dinner and a movie?” Jason said, his expression wistful.
“With popcorn,” Abe added.
Jason nodded. “With popcorn.”
“And Milk Duds mixed in it.”
“Milk Duds mixed with the popcorn?”
“Yup.” Abe nodded. “They get all melty. It’s good.”
“Got it. Dinner. Movie. Popcorn. Milk Duds.” Jason smiled softly. “It’s a date.”
Chapter 7
JASON WOKE up on Saturday morning to the feeling of Abe’s warm body cuddled in his arms. His chest was pressed to Abe’s back, his arm was snaked around Abe’s waist, and his thigh was pressed between Abe’s knees. He tightened his hold and shifted closer, smiling when his erection settled easily in the cleft of Abe’s ass.
Though he made a muffled sound, Abe didn’t wake up. Jason decided he could take care of that problem. He rocked his hips back and forth as he gnawed his way across Abe’s neck and shoulders and caressed Abe’s chest.
“I’m trying to sleep,” Abe mumbled.
“I’m trying to wake you up.” Jason swirled his tongue around Abe’s earlobe and then suckled it.
“I’m sleeping.”
“I’m horny.”
Abe pushed his ass against Jason, moaned, and said, “Do you have another condom?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Jason said as he gripped Abe’s hip and began rocking them together.
“’Kay. Get it and fuck me. Then we’re going back to sleep.”
“Look at you making demands. Aren’t you supposed to be the sweet, restrained one?” Jason said with a chuckle.
“Uh-huh. I was a good boy before I met you and you turned me into a trollop. Go get the rubber. I’m horny too.”
“I like that about you,” Jason said.
“That I’m horny?”
Jason licked a swath up Abe’s neck. “That you’re sweet and good and restrained and horny as fuck.” He dropped his palm to Abe’s balls and fondled them.
“It’s your fault.”
Smiling, Jason kissed Abe’s neck and then began sucking on it while he squeezed his nuts.
“You’re going to leave a mark.”
Jason’s cock got harder at that idea.
“What if I do it below your shirt line?” He had no idea why he was pressing the issue, or even suggesting it to begin with. He wasn’t into hickeys or marks.
“’Kay,” Abe said, his voice husky. “Then nobody else will see it.”
Groaning, Jason scooted down and bit Abe’s back. Nobody else. He licked his way to Abe’s side and began sucking. Only me. Not being the possessive type, he wasn’t sure why the idea of Abe not being with anyone else turned him on, but the wetness forming at the tip of his cock and his tightly drawn balls wouldn’t let him deny it.
“Slick yourself up,” he said, his voice rough with arousal. He pushed himself up and bit Abe’s ass. “I need to fuck you now.” He slid off the bed, found his pants, and got another condom out of his wallet—he’d need to restock when he got home or buy a box for Abe’s apartment. He fumbled with the condom, eventually getting the packet open and the damn thing rolled on. “Are you rea—” Jason turned back around and groaned at the sight that greeted him. Abe was lying on his back, his legs spread and raised, two fingers up his own ass. “Fuck, that’s hot.” Jason leaped onto the bed, pulled Abe’s hand away, and with no hesitation plunged into tight heat. “Yes,” he hissed.