Moving Forward

Chapter 10: Harry Johnson

I still don't understand why Chris felt it was okay to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre while he ate. He was chomping down on the shrimp and pasta as I expected he would. I remember him saying he liked my lasagna and I wanted to make him something he'd enjoyed. It was still the afternoon and I wasn't going to eat until later.

He looked at the screen while trying to stuff his mouth. He would slightly miss and get a little of the sauce on his lips. I slightly smiled looking at him being hyper focus sitting crisscross on the couch. I was just hoping he didn't get any food on the floor.

He finished it in record time leaving the room to probably go get a third or wash off the plate. It gave me small time to think about how I reacted towards him in the kitchen. When he asked me all those questions they just took me back to what I did. It's something that sticks with me forever and probably the main reason why I can't let anyone in. However, I knew he just wanted to know and he didn't deserve my coldness.

He answered all my questions even when I knew he didn't want to. I smiled thinking about how he wanted kids. I wanted one too but I was still on the fence about who he wanted to have them with. I know me being a gay man I should understand but I still had questions. I won't ask them until he gives me a reason to be concerned but they will still be lingering. He walked back in with no plate so I guess he was done eating. He had also cleaned his face up but he sat down on the floor.

I was confused because we were just sitting on the couch together. I just brushed it off and moved myself to the ground. The movie begins to play the fast tempo scary score which meant someone was about to get killed. Chris was back to his hyper focus state now but looked back to smile at me. I moved closer to him and asked, "How was the food?"

"Oh my God," He said rolling his eyes back then turning to me, "It was better than sex."

"Oh, that good?" I asked surprised placing my hand on his thigh. He bit his lip leaning back on his hands and said, "Well maybe not as good."

I leaned forward but he leaned back leaving me confused. He awkwardly said, "I just ate shrimp and pasta which means that I may need a few hours to really digest the food. Unless..."

I wasn't understanding what he was trying to get at but I let him finish, "You want to be the bottom."

My eyes became wide hearing what he was asking me. I let go of the breath I was holding and just laughed. Chris stared at me as I tried to get a hold of myself.

"You could have just said no," He stated but I shook my head to say, "No. You just looked so cute trying to ask me to bottom."

His stare changed into a smile as he leaned in and kissed me. I could taste a hint of the food on his lips as he climbed over me. Wasting no time, I begin to remove his shirt. His chest was on full display and I could see every detail in his tattoos. He smelled like he lathered in honey suckle and soap.

"You smell so good," I complimented, "Smells like you just took a shower."

I raised my arms up as he removed my shirt. He smiled before kissing me again. My back hit the floor as he climbed on top of me, getting in between my legs. I locked them around him so that way we could be closer. Throughout the day I could feel a small bit of tension and I didn't want that with him. Even though my inner insecurities were trying to come through, looking at him always made me feel better.

I could now feel his tongue swirling around on my neck, hitting the sensitive pulse point that caused me to rise. I moaned trying to remember the last time I was a bottom. I liked giving pleasure but it was nice to not have to do much of anything for a change. Chris was making me feel like I was in high school again but he seemed like he knew what he was doing.