He laughed as we took a seat at the kitchen table. My dad came strolling in a moment later, stopping dead when he saw Kian seated at the table with me.
“Kian Courtland, I presume?”
Kian flew out of his seat, spinning to face my dad. “Uh, yes, sir.”
My dad laughed, clasping his hand briefly. “No need to be so formal. Call me Mr. M.” He grinned at Kian. “I think it may seem a little weird for you to call me Preston, hmm?”
“Dad, please,” I groaned. “It’s not like he’s going to get us mixed up.”
Taking a seat across from us, he shot me a wink, before turning back to Kian. “It’s good to meet you, son. Preston won’t stop talking about you.”
“That’s what I told him,” my mom shouted from the stove, and I buried my face in my hands.
“Can you two please stop embarrassing me?”
Kian joined in the laughter, and I raised my head to find his green eyes sparkling with amusement as he looked at me. I shrugged off my embarrassment. If he was happy, then that was all that mattered to me.
After that, it was easy. My dad got Kian talking about soccer, and we fell into a light-hearted discussion about the US international team’s performance in a recent friendly game. As we ate, my mom peppered Kian with anecdotes about my time growing up, and he drank all the information in with a permanent grin on his face.
Once dinner was over and my mom and dad were settled in front of the TV, we finally escaped to my room. My parents were cool with me having my boyfriend in my bedroom, although I wouldn’t put it past my mom to drop in unannounced.
Kian threw himself onto my bed, and I lay next to him, content to have him here. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I trailed my fingers up his arm.
“Your parents are great.” A wistful look came into his eyes, and I knew he was thinking about his own parents.
“You’re great. They loved you.” Leaning forwards, I nipped at his jaw.
“You’re lucky to have them.” His voice was quiet, and he rolled over, burying his face in the crook of his elbow.
“Kian…” I ran my hand over his back, his body tense underneath my palm.
“Why don’t they want to know me?”
The pain in his voice cut me deep. “Come here.” He shifted so he was lying half across me, half on the bed, his leg draped over mine and his face buried in the crook of my neck. “Listen to me, right now.” When he raised his head, shifting so we were level, I reached up and grasped his chin, running my thumb over his light stubble. “You’re awesome. You make me…” Unable to articulate exactly how he made me feel, I simply said, “They’re idiots.”
“Yeah.” He sighed, then lowered his head to mine. “Thanks.”
Before he could kiss me, I slid out from under him and headed over to my door, flipping the lock. Kian rolled onto his back, staring at me, his eyes darkening as I rejoined him, crawling up his body. “Remember what I said earlier?” I grasped the hem of his shirt, pushing it up to reveal the ridges of his abs.
“That you wanted to get me naked?” He raised a brow, smirking, but his voice was hoarse as he stared down at me.
“Yeah.” I flicked open the button of his jeans. “We’ll have to be careful, and I can’t get you naked like I want, but…” My hand lowered. “Think you can keep quiet when I do this?” Easing his jeans and boxers down, I grasped his thick, hard length in my hand, running my thumb over the precum at the tip. His hips bowed off the bed, and he threw his hand over his mouth, muffling his groan. Leaning back, I undid my own jeans, freeing my cock and running my hand up and down the length.
“Get over here.” Lifting his hand, he reached for me.
“Mmm. I like your thinking.” As I lined my body up with his, I claimed his mouth in a deep kiss, rolling my hips to create more friction between us.
With a gasp, he arched up off the bed, gripping my ass and moving his hips against mine, swallowing my moans with his mouth. “Preston.” His gaze was heavy lidded, his lips swollen from our kisses. “This feels so good.”
I tugged his lower lip between my teeth, before releasing it and moving my mouth to his ear. “You—”
“Preston! Cake?”
“Fuck!” Kian bucked me off, frantically pulling up his jeans as my mom’s voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs. I couldn’t help laughing at his panicked expression even as I raced to pull up my own jeans.
“Cockblocked by your parents.” Slightly calmer now we were both clothed, Kian sat up on my bed, shaking his head at me.
Leaning forwards, I ran a hand through his dishevelled hair and placed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m happy that I got to introduce you to them at last, but there are definitely some disadvantages.”