“Yeah, me too. I’ll have to see if we can go next weekend.” Steve nodded as if he was thinking.
Apparently, he wasn’t going to say anything. That didn’t really bother me, but I wanted to spare Simon the worry. If Connor already knew everything, we might as well tell Steve and get it over with. Even if we were doing everything ass backwards and telling everyone before we’d had a chance to actually talk about it.
“Hey,” I said, looking at Steve over Simon’s arm. “So, um, I just wanted to tell you that Simon and I, we’re, um, we’re dating?” I said, looking at Simon to double-check it was okay I’d shared and relaxing as he smiled, tilting his head in a tiny nod.
“Oh, it’s okay. I already knew,” Steve said. “I just didn’t say anything ’cos I didn’t think you guys were making a big deal out of it.”
“You knew?”
Steve shrugged. “It was kinda obvious. You’re always cuddled up on the sofa and in each other’s rooms. And you’re not really as quiet as you think you are.”
“Right?” Connor chimed in. “They’re really not!”
“Has everyone heard us having sex?” Simon whispered. He sounded absolutely mortified, and his face was an interesting shade of cherry-red.
“Apparently,” I said, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. At least we didn’t get caught having sex on the sofa.” I looked at Steve with a raised eyebrow and he laughed, holding his hands up.
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He paused, squinting at us, and I could see his brain whirring. “What do you mean caught?”
“Well,” said Connor, interrupting at the most perfect time possible. “Since you’ve effectively been cockblocked for the next couple of hours, can I have some breakfast?”
“Ugh, fine, fine. I’ll feed you. Fucking leech,” I said. In truth, I’d give him whatever he wanted to get out of lying to Steve about the time Simon and I had fucked on the sofa. I wasn’t convinced Simon’s face wouldn’t give us away.
“I’m a very loveable leech,” Connor said. “And if there’s going to be breakfast, I’m going to grab a shower first.” He began rummaging through his stuff, pulling out a giant bag of toiletries. One person did not need that many products, I was sure of it.
“Be nice,” Simon said, kissing the side of my head as I made vague grumbling noises. “Get dressed, then you can give me a hand. I’ll make pancakes. Do you want some, Steve?”
“Sure. Just let me grab a hoodie,” he said, shuffling back into his room.
“You’re so sweet,” I said, twisting my head and finding Simon’s lips for a deep kiss. “I’m definitely going to show you how sweet you are as soon as these idiots leave.”
“I heard that!” Connor said.
“You were meant to!”
Several hours later, after many chocolate chip pancakes, Connor and Steve both left for their respective Saturday plans, finally giving Simon and I the privacy I’d desperately wanted since I’d accidentally spilled my heart out.
I’d been worried this would suddenly change everything between us. That now I’d said the words, Simon would want nothing to do with me. But as soon as the front door closed behind Steve, Simon held out his hand and pulled me towards his room. He shut the door behind us before drawing me in for a kiss.
“Thank you,” he said quietly between kisses.
“What for?”
“For saying it first. I was so sure you’d never want me the way I wanted you.”
“I’m sorry.” I stroked his jaw with one hand, a little ache in my chest. “I’m sorry I was too scared to realise it sooner. Or to talk to you about how I felt.”
“If you’re sorry about that, then I should be too,” he said. Then he chuckled. “We’re kinda stupid, aren’t we? We’ve basically been dating without the “date” part, haven’t we?”
“Yeah. A little bit. Don’t worry. We can remedy the date part.” I snorted and shook my head. “I’m glad we got here though.”
“Me too.”
I kissed him again, slow and deep, letting my tongue caress his lips. Simon groaned, his hands tightening around my waist, fingers caressing the bottom of my back. I pulled him closer to me, a rumble escaping my chest as his cock brushed up against mine through the thin material of his pyjamas.
“I love you,” I said. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too. Will you… will you make love to me?”
I smiled, heat flaring in my gut. It was such a simple request, and yet it was so different than anything we’d ever done before. We’d fucked more times than I could count, but we’d never done anything as romantic as making love. That would have been too much for my poor emotions to handle. But now? Now it was what I wanted more than anything else.
“Of course,” I said, giving him one final kiss before stepping back. “Strip for me, baby. I want to see your gorgeous body.”
Simon smirked before pulling his t-shirt off and sliding his pyjama bottoms over his thighs. I sighed happily. “Fuck, you’re sexy. I know I say it a lot, but seriously you’re the hottest guy on the planet.”
“Thanks,” he said, his cheeks flushing. “Your turn, or I’ll start without you.”
“Don’t get bossy with me.” I grinned, stripping off my own clothes. “Just because we’re in love now doesn’t mean I won’t spank that perfect ass of yours.” Simon whimpered, his cock thickening. I loved that he couldn’t hide his reactions, and I loved how responsive he was to my words. “Or maybe I just won’t let you come. I’ll just leave you begging and desperate, plugged full of my cum so I can keep you slick and open for me.”
“Please,” Simon said. Then he paused, chewing his lip. “Do you want to get tested?”
“So I can fill you up?” I teased. Simon flushed, but then he nodded. I groaned. “I’d love to. We can make some
