Way Off Plan (Firsts and Forever 1)

I held my hands out to my sides, palms up in a here-you-go gesture, and spun around for him. I knew my body was presentable, tanned and toned from surfing. And I wasn’t particularly bashful, so I didn’t have a problem with him taking a good, long look.

When my back was to him, he made a sound that was somewhere between a purr and a growl, and in the next moment his arms were circling my waist. “This was such a bad idea,” he murmured as he rested his head on my shoulder and rubbed his cock lightly against my ass.

“What makes you say that?”

“The fact that I want to throw you on the ground and fuck you senseless.”

My voice sounded a little rough when I whispered, “So, go ahead.”

Dmitri let go of me and stepped back. He took a deep, ragged breath and then said, his voice as husky as mine had been, “You’re not ready for me to do that, Jamie. You said so yourself earlier tonight.”

I turned to face him. “Well, yes, I said that. I wasn’t ready to have sex with you in the back of a Hyundai within minutes of meeting you. But now–”

“It’s still too soon. If we fucked now, you’d regret it,” he said gently.

“Look, it’s not like I’ve been saving myself or anything. I just spent eight years with a guy that wasn’t willing to have sex with me, that’s all.”

He looked shocked. “Eight years? So, you got together with him when you were–”

“Fifteen.”

“Christ. And when did you break up?”

“Five months ago,” I said.

“How many men have you been with since then?”

“One. And a half.”

“Are you counting me in that total?”

“Of course. You’re the one. Not the half. That was some guy that felt me up in a restroom last month, when I tried my hand at the wonderfully aggressive San Francisco gay bar scene.”

He looked totally stunned. “That’s it? That’s the sum total of your sexual experience?”

I sighed and pulled the sweat pants on quickly, then turned to him and said, “Look, if you could please stop acting like I just fell off a turnip truck, I’d really appreciate it.” I sat on the bench and crossed my arms defensively over my chest.

Dmitri came and knelt at my feet, still naked. And he said softly, “I’m sorry to act so surprised. It’s just – it’s such a rarity, meeting someone so pure, so innocent. It’s actually incredibly wonderful.”

“I’m not like this by choice. At no point was the plan to be twenty three and totally inexperienced. That’s just what happens when you waste eight years of your life with someone who can’t make himself have sex with you.” My voice broke at that last part and Dmitri started to reach for me, but I held my hand up to stop him. “Don’t. If you hug me right now, I’m going to start crying. And then I’m going to feel like a total idiot.”

“Ok.” He stood and quickly pulled on a t-shirt and sweats, then held his hand out to me. “Come on. I know just what you need.”

“To get laid?” I joked as he pulled me to my feet.

“Nope. But almost as good.” He led me back downstairs to the kitchen, where he pulled something out of the enormous Subzero refrigerator, then turned to me with a hopeful expression. “Please tell me you like cheesecake.”

I laughed at that. “You’re distracting me with dessert? That’s something Jess would do.”

“I want to meet Jess,” he told me with a smile, setting the cheesecake on the counter. “She sounds terrific.”

“She is. Usually. When she’s not trying to set me up with every single guy in North America, or forcing me to buy slutty clothes. And to answer your question, I love cheesecake.”

“Excellent. Me too. If you’d said you didn’t like it, I’d have thought there was something wrong with you,” he joked.

“Well, I’m glad I passed the dessert test.”

“You haven’t passed it yet. The real test is whether or not you realize how far superior this cheesecake is to all others on the planet. And after that, there’s a far more important test still to come,” he told me with mock seriousness as he cut a couple slices of cheesecake and plated them up.

“Oh?”

“It’s not enough that you like cheesecake and acknowledge the sublime perfection of this one in particular. You also have to pass the movie test. Any man of mine has to have great taste in movies and must enjoy watching them until all hours of the night. Otherwise, it’s a deal breaker.” He tried to look stern, but blew it when a little lopsided grin brought out one of his dimples.

“My but you’re demanding, Mr. Teplov.”

“Yes, I know. Now come on, grab the plates and follow me.” He took a bottle of clear liquid from the freezer and headed for the stairs, and I did as I was told.