Socks for an Otter

by Posy Roberts

Louis chuckled as they both dried off. “And now you know. So good I had to buy two. What did you think?”

  “Brilliant.” He hung up his towel and Louis did the same.

  “I know. That’s been my sex life for the last three years.”

  “Not a bad sex life, then.” Bash winked as he crawled back under the covers.

  As Louis scooted across the mattress so they could cuddle, he whispered, “Nothing compares to what happened in this bed a moment ago.”

  “Nothing?”

  He shook his head. “Not one thing.”

  “Well, maybe we can see if anything else can top it.”

  “Oh?”

  Bash propped himself up on an elbow and toyed with Louis’s nipple. “Wake me up by kissing me or sucking my cock tomorrow. Something like that.”

  “You sure? You won’t freak out and think you’re being—”

  “It’s always been a fantasy of mine, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough.” He bit his lip.

  “And you trust me enough?”

  Bash gave a shy nod. “I trusted you enough to sleep here two nights in a row.”

  “What if you freak out and give me a black eye?” Louis was serious. He didn’t want to get kneed in the face or punched.

  “I won’t. Just call me what you did earlier, and I’ll know exactly where I am and who I’m with.”

  Louis traced Bash’s brow, his cheekbone, his lips. “What did I call you?”

  “You called me your desperate otter. Call me your otter and I’ll know.” Bash blushed.

  “You like that. That name. I didn’t even realize I said that out loud.” Louis sat up and moved in close to speak against his lips. “You’re my desperate otter, and that was the fucking sexiest ride anyone has ever taken on my cock, and I wasn’t even inside you.”

  Bash licked his lips and beamed. “Yeah, keep calling me that. And tomorrow, please wake me up with your mouth.”

  “That was always one of my fantasies.”

  Bash got comfortable on Louis’s chest. “Tell me about it.”

  “It wouldn’t interest you considering it was initially a fantasy about a woman.”

  “And how you’d wake her up?”

  Louis nodded.

  “I want to hear. Tell me how you wish you could’ve woken up your wife.”

  Louis was taken aback that Bash was that perceptive, but he shouldn’t have been. If anything, Bash was an observer.

  “Come on. I won’t get jealous over Mati.”

  “We’re already to jealousy?” Louis teased like Bash had teased him before.

  “Maybe, but not over someone you loved and lost. Tell me now. How did you want to wake her?”

  Louis let out a sigh and closed his eyes, picturing their old place, the floral bedspread, the breezy drapes, the light colors that announced the start of the day so much earlier than the muted tones in his bedroom now.

  “I wanted to do it slowly. Super slow so she wouldn’t know if it were a dream or reality. I wanted the two to mix, so it had to start when she was in deep sleep. I’d start by going down on her, just teasing little strokes . . . there.”

  “On her pussy. Her clit. You can say it, Louis.”

  “Her lips but mostly her clit. Enough to make her wet. And I’d keep that up until she stirred. Then I’d suck. If she spread her legs, I’d finger her, but only one finger. I’d ease in slow, in and out as I sucked her, licked her. And the moment she reached for me, wrapped her legs around me, aware of what was going on, I’d massage her G-spot and suck so hard she’d come within seconds. I knew her body so well, I could do that.”

  “Sounds like the fucking perfect start to a day.”

  Louis chuckled. “Yeah. Not sure everyone would agree. And Mati happened to be one of those. She didn’t like it when my libido ruled over my good sense. She would’ve kneed me before she started kicking.”

  “Damn. Feisty one.”

  Louis faced Bash and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I like ’em feisty.”

  “Yeah, you’re a wolf. Definitely a wolf.”

  “What? Where did that come from?”

  “You’re sexually aggressive, or you want to be, at least. But you’re too reserved. Too proper. Hell, you can’t even say hole and cunt. You started that story telling me you want to go down on her and touch her there. If I didn’t know we were talking about sex, I would’ve been lost.”

  “Yeah . . .”

  “Tomorrow, I want you to use the filthiest words to think about what you want to do to me. You might not be able to say them out loud yet, but think ’em. And then do it. Use me in the morning. I’ll be your hole. All the holes you want to use. Hell, throw me around like a rag doll if you want. I’ll make you come. I owe you one.”

  “I want more than your hole, Bash. I want to know the parts you’re still keeping hidden. I want to be worthy of your trust, so I won’t be using you like a rag doll, and I don’t expect you to return anything. That’s all.” He yawned and disrupted Bash’s comfy spot as he reached to turn off the light above the bed. “Now get some sleep. You can read all day tomorrow, okay?”

  Bash curled up on Louis’s chest again as if he were made to sleep there.

  Louis tried to work out what Bash had truly said just then. He thought he deserved to be treated as nothing more than a glorified . . . glory hole. He mentally scoffed. He had to find better ways to phrase things, but Bash was right. Even when thinking, he censored himself. No, he could do this.

  Bash didn’t think he deserved to be treated as more than a glorified fuck hole, a cum dumpster, a piece of trash.

  Louis pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “I think you’re an amazing person, Bash. And I like you. I like so many things about you.”

  “I like you too, Louis.”

  And I think I could love you if given enough time. I never felt this way this fast with Mati or anyone else. This is special. This is bigger than I’ve let myself believe.

  “It’s Sebastian.”

  Louis trailed his fingers up and down Bash’s . . . Sebastian’s back. “Sebastian. I had to try that out in my mouth.”

  “How did it feel?”

  “Weird.”

  He chuckled. “Well, if it’s any consolation, few people call me Sebastian. Friends back home called me Ash. I was Seb or Sebby growing up, which I ditched once I got kicked out. New life, new name, so I went by Bastian or Baz until Bash took over.”

  “What would you like me to call you?”

  Bash was quietly considering as he played with the V-line on Louis’s side.

  “I can keep calling you Bash if you want.”

  “It’s not that. I’m not sure anyone’s really asked me that before.”

  “Well, I’m asking, and I’ll use whatever name you’d prefer.”

  “Can I tell you in the morning?”

  “Sure, my feisty little otter. Now sleep.”

  Bash pressed one last kiss to Louis’s lips, a slow and soft one, the kind Louis never wanted to end.

  17

  Surpassed

  Sebastian woke to Louis tonguing over his hole, just like he’d hoped. But he didn’t want Louis to stop, so he faked like he was still sound asleep. This was Louis’s fantasy, dreamed of for ages. Sebastian wasn’t about to get in the way or ruin that.

  It felt so good. The last time someone had rimmed him had been . . . ages ago. Up in the penthouse. Some guy he didn’t remember. Not just his name, but his face.

  That’s all it had been back then. Faceless fucks.

  Not like this. He could imagine the look on Louis’s face, totally into it, getting lost in the feel of skin against his mouth.

  He was a sensual guy. He liked touch and scent and taste.

  Louis moaned.

  Yeah, he clearly liked how Sebastian tasted.

  Sebastian arched his back, stirring, and hoped Louis would slip a finger inside him.

  Ah. There it is.

  Just the tip as he tongued al
l around, but then deeper.

  Louis licked Sebastian’s taint as he put pressure on his prostate, massaging him from both sides. Fuck, yesterday may have been Louis’s first time sucking cock, but he sure knew his way around a prostate.

  Sebastian panted into his pillow, still pretending but doing a piss-poor job of it. He rocked against Louis’s fingers and moaned.

  “There you go, my little otter. Show me how desperate you are for me.”

  Sebastian pushed to all fours and thrust back, just taking. Louis seemed to get off on that, watching him let go.

  Louis tugged Sebastian’s cock between his legs and sucked on the head, licked his taint, circled his hole. Fuck, it was sensation overload. But he didn’t want to come this way, not again. He wanted to be a willful participant this time. He wanted to shoot when he was ready. He wanted to shoot staring into Louis’s eyes.

  What the hell? I’m talking like I’m in love.

  Sebastian pulled away and rolled to his back, opening his thighs so Louis could get fingers back in his ass and kiss him at the same time. That’s what Sebastian wanted.

  Louis looked down at him as if he were a gift from God, as if he were glowing and golden and perfect. Sebastian thumbed over his brows, ran the back of a finger down his perfect nose, and skimmed the slight cleft in his chin.

  He smiled as Louis’s fingers in his ass—two now—took up a steady rhythm, each time stroking over Sebastian’s prostate.

  “Hey,” Sebastian whispered, not willing to break the mood but needing to get this out in the open. “I’m in like with you.”

  Louis chuckled and came in for a tame kiss. “In like? Is that a thing?”

  Sebastian palmed Louis’s hard dick and aligned it with his own, then thrust as he stroked them together. “Yeah. I like you a lot. Like, a lot, a lot.”

  “I like you too, feisty otter.” Louis pressed a kiss to his neck, his chest. He sucked on nipples that were still sensitive from last night. Not nearly as much, but geez, he could sure tell they’d been teased. Then he came in for a kiss on the mouth.

  “I haven’t brushed since last night.”

  “Neither have I, and I don’t fucking care. I wanna kiss you. I wanna finger your hole and thrust against your cock and kiss you until I fucking come all over your fucking perfect skin. I wanna mess you up, decorate your belly with my fucking seed.”

  “Yes.” Sebastian opened for a deep kiss then and fucked into the circle of his hand as Louis tongue- and finger-fucked him. “Close,” he managed as he pressed his forehead to Louis’s.

  “Me too. Oh, fucking me too.” He gasped. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Louis shuddered, breaths unsteady, and he shot between them.

  Sebastian stroked his cock solo then, allowing Louis to recover, but he kept up a steady rhythm in Sebastian’s hole. He spread his legs so Louis could get even deeper. Then Louis devoured his cock, taking Sebastian down, sucking hard for a few seconds, then pulling back to play with the head like a fucking expert.

  And there it was, Sebastian’s orgasm hovering right there. He could hold it back if he wanted to or give in, let go, let Louis see, face-to-face, just how much he liked him. And not because of the way he sucked and fingered and kissed him.

  Sebastian gripped the back of Louis’s neck and tugged until they rested forehead to forehead. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for treating me like an equal.”

  The kiss was what sent Sebastian over the edge. It said so much more than their words could. And as their bodies spoke volumes for them that they weren’t quite ready to hear yet, Sebastian climaxed and unshuttered a part of his heart no one had ever been privy to before.

  Louis collapsed on top of him for a moment before moving.

  “No. Stay there. I like feeling your weight.”

  “Tell me if you can’t breathe or body parts start falling asleep,” Louis said as he slipped his fingers from Sebastian’s ass.

  “I will,” he said with a chuckle. “Did that come close to your fantasy, or was it a disappointment?”

  Louis smiled against his chest. “Surpassed.”

  “Good. I was worried. It was a nice way to wake up.”

  “Mmm. For me too, otter.”

  “I like that. You can call me that anytime, but you can call me Sebastian too.”

  Louis popped up on an elbow and grinned. “You sure? I thought you banished that because it reminded you of your life before.”

  “When I’m with you, that’s not such a bad thing. Sebastian lives in a nice, warm condo. Bash lives on the streets. Maybe it’s time I stop fighting whatever this invisible beast is and start working toward getting back into a condo.”

  “Do you know what your invisible beast is?” Louis rolled to his back and stared up at the ceiling but wove his fingers between Sebastian’s.

  “The recurring thought that I’m not worth enough to be considered.”

  “You’re worth a hell of a lot in my book. You’ve taken days I was dreading and turned them into something amazing. You’ve made me look at the world through different eyes. You’ve taught me things about myself that I didn’t even know I needed to learn.”

  “So, are you willing to take me on as your . . . window washer? Your cook?”

  Louis laughed. “I’m not really in the market for either of those, but if you can pass a basic background check, I can probably get you an entry level job with one of my boss’s colleagues. If you want me to put out feelers, I can.”

  “You’d do that for me?”

  “I’m not an expert networker, but when I believe in someone, I’m willing to put my neck on the line for them.”

  Sebastian kissed Louis’s cheek, then his jaw, then his ear. “You believe in me,” he said with a smile.

  “I do. Tell me a little more about what you wanna do now that your world has been turned upside down and you see it differently.”

  “You mean besides wearing to-die-for suits and fabulous shoes?”

  Louis chuckled. “Yeah, besides that.”

  “Dream world, I’d be helping queer kids and young adults who are on the streets. And I’m not talking about the programs that are out there already. Each of them is lacking in something. You age out or you get treated like shit for being queer. Some of us need mental health aid we can’t get or medical care.”

  “Would you be willing to work as a voice?”

  “Like a consultant?”

  Louis nodded. “You showed me how much I don’t know, and I thought I was aware of the issues surrounding homelessness. I’ve been volunteering for ages. And policy makers are even more removed than I am. No wonder they implement shitty policies like those sweeps. Moving is one of the most stressful events in a person’s life, and they’re forcing that on you every few weeks? Sure, the average person can replace a coat or shoes if they get lost or damaged in a move, but you couldn’t. And they just fucking tossed your stuff!”

  “Pisses you off more than it pisses me off,” Sebastian teased, but Louis wasn’t in a teasing mood.

  “Probably because you’ve gotten used to it. I haven’t yet, and I don’t want to. I don’t want to be complacent.”

  “I wish the rest of the people in this city felt this way.”

  Louis’s phone chimed, and he grabbed it, read quick, then tossed it to the mattress.

  “Nothing important?”

  “Just a text from Oscar asking if I’m bringing a plus-one tonight.”

  Sebastian sat up and gave him a Cheshire grin. “Well, are you?”

  “You really wanna go to this? It’ll be boring. A bunch of stuffy people trying to loosen up by getting drunk and then talking too much.”

  “Oh, I’m good in those situations. That was my formative years.”

  “Well, you’re more than welcome to come. I’m dreading it. I hate holiday parties. You don’t have to get back home for anything? I feel like I’m hogging you. Keeping you all to myself.”

  “I’m not complaining.” Sebastian grabbed his phone and unloc
ked it, taking a moment to check his calendar to see if he’d missed any appointments with his social worker or liaison.

  “Do most of the people you know have cell phones?” Louis asked.

  “Yeah. It’s our one stable thing. I’d hustle just to keep mine.”

  “Hustle, as in . . .”

  “Yeah, whore myself out.”

  “Have you? For your phone, I mean.”

  “It’s never gotten that bad, but I have to be careful with what I use my phone for. Like, I wait to watch any sort of video at the library so I don’t use data I need for other stuff. There are a few restaurants and coffee shops I can bum Wi-Fi from as well.”

  “How did you find out about all that?”

  “People talkin’ mostly, but the homeless liaison I meet at the library helped a lot too.”

  “Liaison?”

  “Yeah, he used to live on the streets, so he knows it. He’s like a . . . bridge between us and services. It’s hard to trust places and to know where to go. Well, it was hard for me, at least.”

  “What made it hard?”

  “Shelters were dangerous for a guy like me. I’m too obviously gay, so other guys would either want to beat the shit out of me or think I’m an easy fuck. I’m there to eat and to get a fucking night’s sleep, not get raped and nearly killed.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Why did you ask about the phone? Your eyes lit up when you did.”

  Louis shook his head. “It’s probably stupid, but if most people living on the streets have a phone or access to one, wouldn’t it be smart to have a clearinghouse app?”

  “You mean like one-stop shopping for the homeless?”

  “Yeah, sorta. Maybe there’s stuff out there already.”

  “So I could go there and find out what time meals are served at this place and what time I need to check in at a shelter if I have hope of getting a bed?”

  “There are websites, I’m sure.”

  “But they’re clunky.”

  “What if you could put in an address and find out what services were available in a five-block radius? Who’s serving a hot meal, who ran out of food, who’s handing out . . . socks.”

  Sebastian grinned. “Louis in Columbia Heights?”