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Boy on a Mission Chapter 10
I've never had to go through extreme hardships like many people do. I know that. I have always been aware of the fact that I grew up very, very privileged. I understand how lucky I am to have the things that I do.
So, just imagine how grateful I was when this happened. When Mr. Hart kissed me. When HE kissed ME.
Allow me to repeat that: When he, the man of my dreams, kissed me.
I was shocked, satisfied,--more than, actually--happy, literally all of the above that are positive. I've manifested this since I first met him and now it's happened.
Him kissing me is entirely different from the onsen incident because this was him, completely. Sure, I gave him a push, but that kiss? Him and only him.
I just happened to be the object of his desires at that moment.
And, boy, was I going to indulge in this.
Hopefully, he will, too, but from the looks of things, he already is. Let's just see if it lasts.
I need it to.
No words were exchanged between us as the sounds of our gasps and moans were the only audible factors that were emitted from us. Mr. Hart kept kissing me and his lips felt soft and somewhat cold on mine, which were warm--warmer than his, at least. I was enjoying every second of our kiss. It just felt right. Smooth. Gentle. All of the above that are good. He was taking his time with me and enjoying our little make out session, which I am truly grateful for. As horny as I may be, I would hope that my partner is enjoying himself as much as I am.
Mr. Hart brought his hand to the back of my neck and gently pulled me towards him, allowing me to feel more of him. To smell more of him. To taste more of him.
Overwhelmed by joy and lust, his name escaped my lips, `Mr. Hart...'
Maybe I shouldn't have done that, because he paused and pulled away. Not too far, but far enough for me to see his face fully.
We were both breathing loudly and I could feel his hot breath on my face as I'm sure he could feel mine all the same. His gaze was intense and I was lucky enough to see those smoldering eyes before he shut them tightly.
Fuck, I thought.
He looked down, his gaze leaving mine, and let out a sigh.
But his hand remained on my neck, caressing it, even, with his thumb.
Okay, damage control training, don't fail me now.
`Mr. Hart?' I said softly.
He shook his head lightly, not moving to look at me.
I repeated his name again in an even softer tone as I carefully placed my palm on his knee.
`I...I liked it.'
Very smooth, Archie.
Can you do it again,' I asked. Please?'
My tone was that of desperation. I was begging. Because I needed it. I needed him, and I needed him to want me, too. I want whatever this is that we're doing to spark that thought in him.
I spoke his name once more, which finally caused him to look up at me again.
His eyes never lost their fire but his breathing had become more controlled than before. In that moment, I saw resolve.
`Archie,' he said. His tone soft but firm.
I managed a tiny smile, `Yeah, Mr. Hart?'
`Do you really want this?'
Fuck yeah.
`More than anything.'
`There's no turning back once we do this.'
Immediately after he said that, he let out a barely audible chuckle, shaking his head to go along with it, `I know that's pretty redundant considering what we've done before.'
Seeing this, I laughed a bit, too.
He's always been good at lightening up awkward situations. Another feat of his that I found admirable.
I want you, sir,' I said. And I want you to want me just as much as I want you.'
His eyes grew softer and I noticed his body abandon its rigid state.
Mr. Hart rubbed his thumb one last time on my neck before moving it, and his other hand, to my cheeks, cupping my face ever so gently.
He didn't say anything. Instead, he gave me a slight nod and unpursed his lips before kissing me again. Just like before, his kiss was gentle, but there was a new sensation to it as I sensed a rather unfamiliar fervor. His kisses were absolutely soft and careful, no doubt about it, but there was an element of passion to them that I've never seen or felt from Mr. Hart, even when we were at the onsen.
He's a hundred percent in it now, I believe.
I hope.
The man of my dreams smooched me all over, from my lips to my neck, only stopping for a few seconds to ask if I was okay--cute--and, of course, I was. Better than okay, even.
I took action as well, bringing my hands to his body, caressing him all over. His chest, his arms, his neck, everything. He felt relaxed as I hoped he would and not to mention hot, like in temperature but he sure did look it, too.
My breathing grew more and more labored as we went on, which eventually caused him to stop to check on me.
`Archie, please just stop me if you feel uncomfortable.'
He stroked my cheek and I leaned into his touch, still freaking out as to how this is actually happening.
In all honesty, this was never a fast-track sort of thing. I had to bust my ass to get to this point, sure, but I never expected for us to get this far this quick. This is just a shock to me is all, but am I going to stop? Hell no. I'd be mad to do so.
`I'm fine, Mr. Hart,' I smiled, my breathing still loud.
`I'm not hurting you am I?'
`We're just kissing.'
`You're injured.'
My foot is,' I replied. My lips aren't.'
He smirked at my comment and leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
`We can take it easy, you know?'
Mr. Hart pulled back and rested his palms on the ground as he looked at me with a smile.
I was kind of bummed because I obviously would have liked to have more but from his posture and action, I figured I should let him take the reins for now. Better my chances with him as we go on this road, right?
After a solid minute of me catching my breath, I spoke with a steady tone, `You don't regret it, right?'
He shook his head. No hesitation this time.
I can't,' he sighed. Not with you, no.'
I'd be jumping and screeching right now if it wasn't for my busted ankle.
`But for now, let's just relax for a bit, yeah?'
Damn. Personally, I would've loved to suck his dick immediately but knowing that doesn't regret what we did makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. That `for now' was very convincing.
`So what now?' I asked.
`We can just talk. I don't really have to be anywhere right now.'
`Okay.'
I waited for him to lead the conversation. To bring up a topic or something. Not really my forte, this kind of thing, especially considering what just happened. I needed a moment.
`How long have you been attracted to me?' he asked.
Jeez, this is just a recipe for disaster on my part. I don't know how I can get through this conversation without wanting to die. Embarrassment is something I've had enough of as of right now. Attempted murder on my ankle was enough.
Guess I took my time because Mr. Hart snapped me out of my internal monologue by calling my name.
`Well?' he smiled with his head slightly tilted to the side.
Adorable bastard.
`You already know.'
`I really don't, Archie.'
I groaned and rolled my eyes, `You're nice.'
`Nice?'
I groaned even louder and leaned backwards, once again resting my head on the pillow, to which I received a chuckle from him. `Not what I asked, but do go on. I'm invested.'
I blushed, embarrassed, and he grinned, resting his chin on his palm, waiting for me to provide him with an elaboration.
`You're hot, Mr. Hart, and you're super nice to me.'
His eyes widened a bit and he straightened his posture as he heard my words, and I feared the worst. Like maybe he took it as something different.
`But I really do genuinely like you, Mr. Hart! Not just for your looks. I mean, I did say that you're kind but you know what I mean.'
I felt my heartbeat quicken as my attempt at damage control got out but Mr. Hart's warm smile returned to his face once again.
I was relieved.
Listen, I like Mr. Hart. I yearn for him. I've BEEN yearning for him for a while now and now that I kind of have him, I wasn't going to pull anything that would plummet my hard work to the ground. No ma'am. I've never ever felt this way about anyone in my entire life. My boyfriends in the past were good, great, even, but Mr. Hart? He's a different breed and I need him. It's actually frightening how I can't describe my crush on him any more than that. Regardless, I like him and I want him to know that I don't just want to suck him off once and be done with it. I want to build something WITH him, here.
So whatever happens moving forward, I want him to be as happy as I will be.
`Why not someone your own age, Archie?'
Jesus, what in the world?
I angled my body to an upright position but didn't face him out of embarrassment.
`I...uh...'
He put a hand on my knee and started patting.
`Just a question, Archie. I'm not interrogating you or anything.'
`You literally are.'
He chuckled, `You got me there.'
A comfortable silence passed by and I spoke up, `I did. A few times actually, but things never really went anywhere.'
`Were they no good?'
They were fine. Most of my relationships ended on good terms and I'm even friends with some of them,' I smiled to myself. But, yeah, never really went anywhere.'
`That's good, but don't tell me you're trying me out just because you want someone more mature, now. I don't wanna feel too old!'
We both let out a hearty chuckle after that.
It's funny how we were literally arguing earlier today and here we are now, post makeout session. A lot has happened today and it's not even dark out yet. In any event, I am very grateful for everything that's happened--yes, even my broken ankle, I guess, considering Mr. Hart wouldn't even be here right now if it weren't for the whole accident.
Mr. Hart asked me a few more questions, mostly miscellaneous stuff that I was happy to answer. The atmosphere got lighter and lighter and it felt as if nothing tense had even happened before. I even decided to ask him some questions of my own. Trivial ones. It felt nice, being able to talk with him like this. Casual and sweet. Almost like a date.
A date.
Holy fuck, am I on a date with Mr. Hart?
`Archie?' he interrupted my train of thought again.
`Yes, sir?
`How're we gonna go about this?'
Ah, the important question.
Guess it was only a matter of time before we had this conversation.
It's pretty obvious that I want to proceed with this thing going on between us, but truth be told, even I don't know how to ACTUALLY proceed. We'd be having an affair, technically, and that would mean a lot of sneaking around. Around Alicia, his kids, my literal FATHER. Oh, boy.
`How did you manage your affair with that woman?'
Out of pocket of me, I know. Sometimes, I, too, wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.
Mr. Hart looked at me with one eyebrow quirked as he moved forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
`I feel like you're never gonna let that go,' he sighed, which led to me frowning a bit as I felt bad.
`I'm sorry...'
`It's fine. I deserved it.'
`But to answer your question, it's pretty much how you would expect these things to go. Very stereotypical,' he added.
Well, that was very straightforward.
I didn't know what to say after that, and he only helped thicken the silence as he remained quiet, too. What else would/could/should I say? I was, in a sense, stumped. Like, okay, I'm assuming by stereotypical, he means like those affair scenes in TV shows. I've never been in a situation where I had to deal with this sort of thing firsthand, so I've really got no reference here.
Now that I think about it, though, I didn't really ask him about this. Not really. I mean, I just assumed he'd be okay with it after he made out with me. He also said that he doesn't regret it, so that has to count for something, right?
I genuinely would love it if that were the case but I want to be sure.
I need to be sure.
Mr. Hart,' I called. Do YOU want this?'
He tilted his head again while looking at me.
`I think I made it very clear when I kissed you just now,' he smirked.
Ugh.
`I just wanna be sure, Mr. Hart. I don't wanna walk up to you one day and suddenly have to deal with you acting all cold to me.'
He nodded.
`I'm serious, Mr. Hart.'
`So am I.'
He gently stroked my thigh, leaving my gaze.
`But, Archie,' he began.
`Oh boy, here it comes.'
He giggled and shook his head, `Relax, would you?'
I focused on his handsome face as he searched for the words to say whatever he needed to say to me.
`As much as I want to, you know we can't do what we did in public, right?'
Well, duh. The last thing I'd want is for my Dad to barge into my room with a fucking tabloid that has a picture of his friend eating my face in public.
`I know.'
`There's also the matter with your father,' he sighed.
Undoubtedly, this came up. Of course it was going to, and I was prepared for it.
`Dad doesn't have to know.'
A flash of discomfort contorted his expression. Guilt, I suppose.
`Which is why we need to be careful, Archie.'
Talking to Mr. Hart about all this, truthfully, makes me feel a bit uneasy. I feel like we're betraying my dad. Mr. Hart more so than me. He's Dad's friend and if he ever found out we're secretly fucking each other...jeez, I don't even want to imagine what would happen. All I know is that with Dad being the overprotective father that he is, he would literally tear Mr. Hart apart if he ever caught us. He'd, of course, give me an earful after, but I believe that would be the end of it. Mr. Hart just wouldn't be so lucky under the wrath of Owen Robert Thompson.
Also, there's the whole issue with Mr. Hart. It's already established that I'm obsessed with the guy, but I don't know if I can say the same for him. Yeah, we made out and it seemed like he was really into it, but other than that, I don't really have anything to go off of. For all I know, this whole thing could just be a `Oh man, that was a good hole. Welp, thanks but I gotta skedaddle, Archie!' and if that were to happen, Mr. Hart wouldn't have to worry about my dad at all because I'd be the one to rip his dick off.
I need to know if he wants me because I'm me.
Hey, just because I'm in heat for him doesn't mean I am without self-worth. I literally told him I'm into him, looks, personality and all.
Now it's my turn.
`Do you like me?'
His eyebrows inched closer to his hairline.
`Of course I do, Archie. I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't.'
This smooth fucker.
Yeah, but, I don't want this,' I gestured at the space between the two of us. Unless you're sure, because I don't want you to suddenly regret it. I don't wanna feel like a whore.'
His brows furrowed, `Archie, don't say that.'
`Hey, I'm just letting you know.'
He sighed and nodded, placing a hand over his heart and the other raised in an oath gesture, `I, Theodore Emery Hart, swear to not regret this, whatever may come.'
I chuckled and playfully pushed him away.
The mood now lighter than it was when he first entered the room, I decided to further the conversation, steering it to a similar yet more casual path.
`What do you like about me, then?'
He rubbed my knee and gave me a wistful smile. Gosh, he looks so handsome.
I like how determined you are,' he said as he moved his hand up my thigh, making me shiver with excitement. I like how smart you are.'
I gulped when he inched closer to me as he did before. His scent brought me relief but at the same time, it stirred something within me, keeping me on my toes.
`I like how cute you are.'
He cupped my cheek and planted a soft kiss on the other.
`How handsome you are.'
He moved lower, kissing my jaw, then my neck.
`And I like seeing how much you want me.'
Sly bastard.
`So you were playing around? Just stringing me along?'
He jolted back, worry clouding his eyes, `Archie, no, that's not--.'
`I'm joking.'
He sighed, `I'm not young, you know. You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.'
`Aw, were you worried?'
Mr. Hart shook his head and dove back in to kiss my neck. He raised his head, kissing the path that led to my ear before whispering, `Of course I was.'
His voice was smooth. Sultry.
`I wouldn't want to disappoint my boy now, would I?'
I moaned when those words left his lips. He really knew how to push me to my limits. Good on him, I guess.
But, fuck, it's the first time he's ever called me that, and I hope he'll continue to do so. I also hope that I'll never get used to it because it makes me feel some type of way. Some type of GOOD way. His boy. HIS boy. I could cum just thinking about it, honestly. Even when he called me `son' in the past, it always made me squirm, but now it feels like everything he says and does has new meaning, because they do. It feels sexier this way, and my joy tank is just through the roof.
Yeah, yeah, I have a daddy kink. Sue me.
I was overcome with horniness--as I usually am when he's around--and couldn't take it anymore, so I reached over and cupped the everpresent bulge in his pants, swiping my fingers over them.
I was happy to see that my doing so got a reaction out of him, but alas, I assume he's way more experienced compared to me, so he was a master at control--in some ways, at least.
He let out an elongated breath and pulled back to meet my eyes before resting his forehead on mine as he stroked my cheeks.
`What are you doing to me, Archibald.'
`Something good, I hope.'
He chuckled.
I pecked his lips and he continued for me, surging forward to make out with me again. I felt his lips and tongue explore my mouth. I didn't refuse him. Why would I? This is what I wanted. What I've been wanting from the moment I saw him in that meeting room.
Our tongues danced together and I was consumed by heat and passion, as I hoped he was as well.
Mr. Hart...,' I whimpered, squeezing his bulge once. Can I?'
He smiled at me and planted a soft kiss on my cheek, `I'd love to.'
But he didn't move.
`I sense a big "but" coming,' I pouted.
Mr. Hart moved to ruffle my hair. There he goes.
BUT your father might be on his way. Your brother, too,' he smiled apologetically. We wouldn't want that.'
I sighed and hugged him. It was uncomfortable because of my leg, so you can imagine how awkward the position was.
I leaned into him and rested my head in the crook of his neck, allowing myself to take in his musky, natural scent.
`But you're hard.'
`That I am.'
`Just a little bit?'
`Archie...'
A bit of a push. That's what he needed. Just like the other times.
That would be too much, though, according to the universe because there was a knock on the door. God forbid I have some fun when it's starting to get real good.
Mr. Hart and I sprung apart from one another as we heard the knock, accompanied by my father's voice. `Archie, you awake?'
I looked at Mr. Hart and he nodded with a soft smile.
`Yeah, Dad.'
Dad opened the sliding door and peeked in. He had a surprised look to his face when he saw Mr. Hart on the floor next to me.
`Theo?'
Dad walked in and took off his shoes before heading towards us.
`Yeah. Just wanted to check on Archie here.'
My dad smiled and kneeled next to me after giving Mr. Hart a grateful nod. `And how's he doing?'
`I'm fine, Dad. Stop worrying so much.'
Dad shook his head with a fatherly smile tugging at his lips before looking at Mr. Hart again.
`Theo, you should go get some rest. I'll catch up with you in a bit.'
A tinge of sadness pricked me when I heard Dad say that. The sadness grew as I saw Mr. Hart nod and get up without question. I didn't want him to leave, obviously. We were having a moment. A good one, at that, and now it's over. Oh, Dad, don't take this the wrong way, but could you have not arrived half an hour later?
Mr. Hart put on his shoes and headed towards the door, but not before throwing me a glance. His eyes were kind as they were before. As they usually are. His smile was sweet and gentle. I could never get tired of looking at him.
`You take care now, Archie.'
`Yes, sir.'
The door slid close.
Dad brushed my hair back and asked, `You're sweating, son.'
Oh shit.
`You sure you're feeling okay?'
I nodded vigorously.
Are you hot?' he asked. I can open up a window.'
Sure, let's go with that, even though the weather outside was cold enough to give me frostbite.
Thanks a lot, Mr. Hart.
To be continued...