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“Then you shouldn’t be carrying me up the stairs.” My teacher’s voice comes out and he actually chuckles. He looks as surprised by it as I am.
“We’ll take the elevator, Sunny.” He says it placatingly, but I don’t mind because his smile is easy. He said everything’s okay and I believe him, and I got what I wanted, so I snuggle up to his shoulder and keep holding him with all the strength I’ve got.
I’m not surprised or opposed to the fact that he takes me to his bedroom and not mine. I like his bedroom, all dark burgundy and light gray, though his thick curtains are plaid and that gave me pause the first time. They fit him so well and make the room feel more like him and less like a fancy hotel room.
He’s got his quirks, and I love to discover them.
Like right now, instead of putting me back on my feet, he keeps carrying me straight into his en-suite bathroom and sets me on the edge of the counter. He only steps back to grab a new toothbrush from the cupboards by my feet but then he’s plastered to me again.
So maybe he’s clingy when he’s had an emotional day—I can see that, looking back—or when he’s tired.
He’s adorable, and I—
“I-I love you,” I stutter, but I get it out.
Finally.
Though it hasn’t been that long since I’ve known, it feels like I’ve been waiting forever to blurt it out.
My eyes have to be wide and wild, brimming with desperation and relief, but I can’t hold back anymore. Not after tonight. Not after the way he trusted me. I need to—I do—trust him too.
“I tried not to, dammit. I tried so hard, but you’re too wonderful, too patient, too good. And you’re too handsome, your arms scramble my brain, and I know you know it.”
He doesn’t seem to mind that my declaration of love has turned accusatory. His smile is too real as he frames my face with his hands, and his eyes shine with emotion so deep it takes my breath away.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to being someone who expects to be looked at in wonder, but right now it seems impossible even while it’s happening.
Instead of joy, that look makes me feel so deeply sad, so disappointed in myself.
Did he think I wouldn’t fall for him?
“I don’t think anyone in the world could know you and not love you, Tucker. It’s unfair, really. But I guess that’s why you keep that careless mask on, huh? So you won’t have to bat people away with a stick?”
I love, love possibly more than anything else in the world, the way he blushes. I’m going to make it my mission to have him blushing twenty-four seven.
“You’re wonderful,” he argues, like it’s a competition or something, but who cares when he kisses my lips soft as a feather? “And smart.” Then one cheek. “And beautiful.” The other side. “Inside and out.” The tip of my nose again. “I promise I won’t waste it, Sunny. I will keep your love safe.”
“That is way too romantic,” I complain as a sob wants to escape. How did he find a string of words that, put together, are better than any I love you could ever be?
“You deserve it,” he whispers, and kisses me again. Then, right against my lips so I can taste every letter, “I love you, Sunny.” He pulls back so I can see it in his eyes, so I can watch desire take over his eyes. “And I really love it when you call me baby. I love being your baby.”
“Mine,” I agree, and this time I don’t let him keep the kiss short. He’s already said too many things that I’ll dream about. It’s time to get him naked and show him.
But he only lets me lick into his mouth for a minute before he pushes me gently back.
I whine, shamelessly.
“We’ll get back to that,” he promises. “But I need to shower off that clusterfuck.”
I sigh. I can understand that. “Then you’ll just have to shower with me plastered to you.”
His devilish smirk is really unfair, but I’m sitting, so at least I don’t dissolve into the tiled floor.
The shower takes longer than it should because I really can’t go too long without touching him, but he’s just as bad.
By the time we’re both clean, my dick is as hard as the tile and I need relief. Now. Tucker isn’t better off, his cock standing up hard and ready, his tip an eager red I won’t ignore.
I take us both in my hand and stroke us fast with one hand and lock the other to the back of his head so I can pull him down and fuse our mouths together.
