Wesley (17 page)

The kids didn’t even wait to do so. When Armando entered the room, Wes slowly dropped his arm to his side. Then it was like what Armando remembered of high school, with kids whistling and teasing, except he didn’t feel like the butt of any joke.

He felt happy, and like he’d finally found a home with people he fitted with, even if some of them were kind of annoying. Well, Alisa was annoying. The kids were great, even Sue, who, despite being upset, managed to crack a painful-looking smile or two.

Later, Armando got her alone in the hallway for a few minutes. After she’d reassured him half a dozen times that no, she wasn’t going to die of a black eye and split lip, he felt some of his worry lessen. Armando promised to find a way to help her and Dyan, because he cared about both girls. Getting attached to the kids was probably not the best thing to do, but Armando had never been able not to. The kids needed love and affection, and now he knew he needed to give it
and
receive it, too.

“Give me tonight, okay?” he asked, holding Sue’s shoulder. “Just let me have twenty-four hours to do some research and see what we can do. I’ll help you, I just want us to be smart about it. Besides, you’re really not in the best shape right now.”

Sue chewed on her thumbnail as she considered his offer. She pulled the hangnail off short enough that her thumb began to bleed, but Sue didn’t even flinch. “Yeah, okay. But I’m packing my backpack tonight, and, with or without you, tomorrow evening I’m breaking into that damned camp and getting Dyan out of there.”

“I don’t doubt that you will.” Armando willed the headache he felt starting up to go the fuck away. “Okay. You have my cell number. Don’t do anything stupid, okay? Just trust me.”

“I do, or else I’d leave tonight.” Sue swiped at tears that spilled down her cheeks. “It’s so fucked up. Dyan will be eighteen in thirty-seven days, yet until then she’s considered incapable of making decisions for herself. Her parents threw her out, they didn’t want her, and now…this.” She flung a hand out. “It’s bullshit, and I wish we lived in California. Didn’t they make these camps illegal?”

“They banned gay conversion therapy for minors, so yeah.” Texas wasn’t that progressive, and probably wouldn’t be for decades, but Armando still loved the damned place. “Now go on and hang with your friends for a while. I’m going to go home and do some Googling, and we’ll talk in the morning.”

Sue winked at him. “You’re going to be ogling your new boyfriend more than using Google I bet.”

Armando told himself he wasn’t going to blush, but he did. “That’s not pertinent. I’ll still make sure to have a plan in place tomorrow.”

“I know you will, and I am going to tease you because you’re my friend.” Then Sue surprised him with a sudden, tight hug. “And I know you care about us. We’re not just a job to you.”

“Not at all,” Armando admitted as he patted her back. “Everyone here is like…like my family.”

“We
are
your family, just like you’re ours. Now.” Sue let go of him but gripped his forearms. “You better go because your handsome boyfriend is watching us suspiciously.”

“He is not!” Armando spun on his heels and, sure enough, Wes
was
only a few feet away, but he was smiling and not looking suspicious at all.

“Gotcha.” Armando heard Sue’s footsteps as she took off running for the living room.

Armando couldn’t look away from Wes as the man’s expression shifted, desire becoming evident in the way he stared back at him.

Wes bent and whispered, “Are you coming to my place for that meal I promised you?”

Everything in Armando tightened with a need he hadn’t felt in a long, long time, possibly ever. He craved Wes with every cell of his being.

Which left only one answer. “Yes.” He swallowed and looked Wes in the eyes. “But please, be patient with me.”

Chapter Eleven

Wes saw someone peeking out from the blinds at Sully and Bobby’s as he parked his car. Armando pulled in right behind him, and Wes hoped to high heaven that his brother and Bobby stayed in their house. If they scared Armando off, he was going to beat them both.

Fuck me, I see two pairs of eyes spying on us!
Wes unbuckled and got out in a hurry. He rushed to Armando’s car door after giving a hard glare in his nosy neighbours’ direction. Armando shut off his car and unbuckled. Wes couldn’t help but notice that his hands were shaking as he did so.

Wes opened the door and Armando smiled nervously. “I feel like a virgin. Stupid, huh? You said Sully told you about my past.”

Wes took one of Armando’s shaking hands in his steadier one and tugged, encouraging him to get out. “I also said that your past doesn’t matter to me except for how it’s made you the man you are now. I mean, I’m sorry for the bad things that happened, and hope someday you’ll feel comfortable enough to share them with me so I can maybe help you heal, but nothing that happened before now would make me not want you.”

Armando got out and surprised Wes by stepping right into his arms. He looked up at Wes and licked his lips. “Don’t you think I should trust you before we have sex?”

Shit.
Wes knew the right answer, but he wanted Armando more than he’d ever wanted anything, including any of his stupid games. “I—”

“I already sucked your dick,” Armando said, whispering the words. “I trust you on some level, I think, so take me in and—” Armando groaned and buried his face against Wes’ chest. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, because I’ve never been a romantic, but take me in and make love to me, please.”

Those words, muffled by Wes’ shirt and body, were still the sweetest, sexiest words ever spoken. There was just one problem. “I don’t know how. Virgin here, remember?”

Armando’s laughter was rich and beautiful, and it wrapped around Wes’ cock and made it fully erect. Wes and his dick knew the power of Armando’s mouth, and his laughter was just as amazing.

“We’re quite a pair,” Armando said, tipping his head up to gaze at Wes. Wes brushed a chunk of hair out of Armando’s eyes and was delighted by how happy the man looked. “But I’m sure we can manage.”

Wes hesitated as he tucked the hair behind Armando’s ear. “Yes, but… I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe you should top.”

Armando shook his head. “No, no I don’t— Can we go inside? I feel like someone’s watching us.”

“Someone probably is,” Wes grumbled, turning them and keeping Armando tucked to his side away from Sully and Bobby’s house. “At the risk of killing the mood, I live in the garage apartment of Bobby and Sully’s place.” Armando stiffened but kept walking beside him and Wes counted himself lucky for that. “I don’t think they’ll come over or anything, but I bet they want to. Nosy shits.”

Armando huffed and finally chuckled. “Well, if anyone knocks, we just won’t answer, okay?”

“Deal.” Wes hoped to hell that Bobby or Sully didn’t have a key, but since it was their place, they probably did. Hopefully they’d respect his privacy like they’d been doing, and trust him not to let himself be taken advantage of. He knew Sully worried Armando was out to fuck as a kind of payback, but that wasn’t the case, and Wes would set Sully straight soon. In fact, he’d send him a text with three words in it the first chance he got.

“You head up the stairs first,” he told Armando when they reached them.

Armando waggled his eyebrows. “You just want to check out my ass.”

Wes raised an eyebrow right back. “Can’t see it under that big, baggy sweatshirt.”

Armando stole his breath then by whipping the battered-looking grey shirt off over his head. “Catch!” He tossed it at Wes, and whether Armando meant the shirt or him, Wes didn’t know. But after taking a second to appreciate the full, sweet, bouncing butt in front of him, he managed to stop drooling and take off up the stairs after Armando.

And it wasn’t like Armando could get away. Wes had the key to his front door. Wes almost tripped over more than one step as he kept his gaze glued on Armando’s ass. Even under the too-big jeans, that ass swayed tantalizingly. Wes couldn’t wait to feel it in his hands, and to do all of the dirty, raunchy things he’d seen done in the pornos he’d watched. He wanted to try everything, then do it all over again, then let Armando do it all to him. Hell, he was a healthy, horny twenty-year-old man who was finally going to get laid. Wes might never stop touching Armando once they got inside.

Armando stopped at the door and turned to lean against it as he watched Wes. He was a little nervous, or maybe a lot, depending on what he thought about them doing together. While virgins had never been his thing, Wes was his mate, and Armando wanted him. Topping had never been something he’d wanted to do when he was younger either—bottoming felt so amazing, when it was done right, that he couldn’t imagine topping being better. But the thought of sliding his dick into Wes’ virgin ass just about made his mind boil from thinking of it. He was nervous about doing it, but thought there was a better chance of him being able to top than there was of him bottoming without freaking out.

And so he put on his best seductive smile and trailed a hand down his chest, grateful he’d worn a tank top beneath the sweatshirt he’d tossed at Wes. It was a long tank, and he’d tucked it in as extra assurance that he wouldn’t be flashing any butt crack. Sometimes his belt didn’t hold up his baggier pants so well.

When he touched his softly padded stomach, Armando didn’t feel any self-consciousness. So he wasn’t a toothpick, but he also wasn’t huge, and he still had Wes Ward panting for him. Armando caught some of the ribbed material with his fingers and began pulling it up. Wes stopped almost toe to toe with him, staring down at what Armando was doing.

Armando cocked one hip, jutting his groin forward as the end of the shirt cleared his jeans.

“Yeah,” Wes muttered, sliding his hands under the hem. “This okay?” he asked as he glanced up.

Armando made a sound that Wes thankfully must have taken for yes. The truth was, the feel of Wes’ big, warm hands on his skin zapped Armando’s ability to think, much less speak. But he could feel and hear, just fine.

“Oh, man, your skin is so fucking soft.” Wes exhaled shakily, rubbing his palms in tiny circles right by Armando’s navel. He moved his hands in bigger circles and spread his fingers apart. “God, I want to touch all of you, Armando. The things I want to do to you would get me sent to prison for life in some places.”

Armando wanted those things too—whatever they were Wes wanted. It was all fine with him. He tipped his head aside as Wes bent, his breath moist and hot on Armando’s skin. Wes licked beneath his ear and Armando shivered. He reached for Wes, wrapping his hands as far around Wes’ biceps as he could.

“Wes, inside,” Armando gasped, and even he wasn’t sure if he meant inside the apartment or for Wes to get his cock inside him.

“Yeah, soon,” Wes rumbled. He nipped the same spot he’d licked while thumbing over Armando’s hip bones. “Soon, I swear.” Then he sucked the dampened spot and Armando’s eyes rolled back as his cock leaked pre-cum. “God, you smell so good,” Wes said before returning to marking his skin.

Armando was going to end up coming right there against the door. And there was nothing he could or would do to stop it.

Wes pushed his hands down farther, and though his belt went taut across his lower back, Armando barely noticed it because Wes had got past his boxers, too, and now his hands were tangling in Armando’s pubes.

Please, please, please touch me
, Armando thought. He made a sound that was too close to a whimper for his liking, but before he could cringe, one hot, strong hand was wrapping around his dick.

Armando started to babble, to beg and spout gibberish that made no sense to him as Wes sucked on his neck and jerked him off. At some point his belt must have been unfastened because Armando felt the cool evening air on his cock and ass. When Wes palmed his balls with the other hand, Armando arched from heels to head, bowing as pleasure zinged across his nerve endings. His climax slammed into him so fiercely that the first jet of cum would have knocked him to his knees if Wes hadn’t leaned into him, pressing Armando against the door.

All Armando could do was hold on as he writhed, his balls emptying as he spurted and spurted. There was a buzzing in his head as heat washed over him, then he shivered, cold and weak as his climax finally ebbed. His neck ached, and Armando wrenched it away from Wes’ ardent attentions. “Ow.”

Wes looked at him dazedly. “Sorry.” Wes’ lips were fat and wet, and Armando thought he saw a hint of fang behind them but he didn’t want to look too closely. Wes looked down and inhaled sharply. “Armando, you’re so sexy. This,” he tugged the barest bit on Armando’s dick, “is the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen, and I’ve watched a lot of porn.”