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I slept fitfully that night, and each time I woke, I was immediately aware of how close Foster was, with his bedroom just down the hall. When the dawn light began to illuminate the windows of my room, I was relieved to finally get out of bed.
The cold front that had moved into our area the night before left a chill in the air, but that didn’t stop me from getting ready for my usual morning run. I was hoping I could burn off some of my restlessness. As I slipped down the hall, I hesitated before Foster’s bedroom door, which was slightly open. Holding my breath, I listened for any sound, and after a moment, I heard his deep, even breathing. At least one of us was getting rest, I thought to myself.
I was extra careful to be quiet as I made my way down the steps and out of the house, locking the door behind me. After warming up, I began a steady run and felt a sudden mental clarity. Everything felt… right, I realized, watching the sun rise higher in the sky. Yes, my mom had pretty much deserted me and my stepdad to go stay with her new boyfriend, and I knew that her marriage to Foster was all but over. As I ran, breaking into a sweat despite the chilly air, I could admit to myself that my own relationship with Mom might not survive, either. Instead of feeling devastated by that, I found I could hold the realization at a distance and examine it carefully without being deeply hurt.
As long as I had Foster in my life, I thought, I could deal with the fallout from the divorce. Mom would be furious when she discovered that my loyalty would always be with him and not with her, but I was willing to accept the consequences of her anger. Of course, Mom could never know about what my stepfather and I had shared last night, and what I hoped we would continue to share. I was more than willing to accept the secrecy the situation required, for I would do anything to protect Foster.
I cut my run short since I was eager to get back to the house, and to Foster. As I traversed the neighborhood streets, which were still fairly quiet that Saturday morning, I knew I was foolishly smiling, but I couldn’t suppress my excitement.
When I reached our front door, I let myself inside as quietly as possible. The house was silent, and after gulping down two glasses of water in the kitchen, I crept up the stairs, covered in a layer of sweat that was already growing cold on my skin.
As I headed down the hall toward the bathroom, Foster stepped out of his room. He wore jeans and a sweatshirt, and when our eyes met, he gave me a warm smile. “Good morning, Landon.”
I was beyond relieved that he seemed to have no regrets about last night, and the sound of his deep, resonant voice summoned a fresh surge of arousal within me. “Good morning,” I said, coming to a stop just inches from him. It was hard to hide how much I wanted to throw myself at him, to kiss his neck and work my lips along the line of his jaw while I steered him back toward his bedroom.
I managed to restrain myself, even when he slowly looked me up and down before meeting my eyes again. “Did you have a good run?” he asked.
I nodded, holding his stare. “I’m going to take a shower,” I told him, hoping my face, and my voice, made the invitation for him to join me clear.
I was certain that Foster got the message I was trying to send, for his smile grew wider. But he didn’t take me up on it. “I’ll make us some breakfast,” he said.
“Great!” I replied, trying to hide my disappointment. Even then, I was moving ever closer, overwhelmed by the need to be near him, to breathe in his scent and slide my hands under his shirt.
Foster ran his tongue over his lower lip, and the sight of that made me draw in a sharp breath. Was he teasing me? I wondered. I didn’t think he would torment me like that. Still, he had to know how much I wanted him. He had to know I was growing hard being this close to him and remembering the way his cock had felt in my hand last night.
“Enjoy your shower,” he finally said, and I could have sworn he was reluctant to leave me alone in that hallway. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking. I told myself that I had to remember what he’d said the night before; I had to accept that he didn’t want things between us to go any further.
I spent longer than usual in the shower, letting the hot water bring a flush to my skin. “Stop acting like an idiot,” I muttered to myself, my words muted by the shower’s spray. I knew I couldn’t look all wide-eyed and horny every time I saw Foster. Not for the first time in my life, I wished I had more experience in this area. As it was, I felt like I was floundering in rough seas, trying to keep myself afloat.
When I finally got out of the shower, I quickly dried off. While brushing my teeth, I noticed that my face was still flushed, but I didn’t think it was from the shower’s heat. No, my eyes were bright as well, and I knew my morning run had done nothing to dampen the nervous excitement coursing through me.
I could Sancaktepe Escort have used a shave but decided to skip it. Once I was finished in the bathroom, I headed back down the hall with a towel wrapped around my waist. Unfortunately, my stepfather was nowhere to be seen. When I reached my room, however, I noticed my bed was neatly made, and I knew Foster had changed the sheets. The thought of him doing that made me smile faintly even as I wished he hadn’t been so quick in taking care of the task. It would have been nice to surprise him in my room, to let my towel drop so I could walk around naked before him.
Just imagining that made my cock twitch, and I hurried to get dressed before I ended up with a raging hard-on. After pulling on a pair of boxer briefs and jeans, I chose a lightweight sweater, incredibly soft to the touch. When I remembered that Mom had given it to me as a gift last Christmas, I felt a twinge of guilt. Then I pulled the sweater over my head, telling myself that she was the one who had decided to leave.
Downstairs, Foster was busy in the kitchen. “I made you an omelet,” he said, nodding toward my plate on the kitchen table.
“Hey, thanks.” As I went to pour myself a cup of coffee, I gave him a sidelong glance. “And thanks for changing my sheets. I planned to do that after my shower.”
Foster kept his stare focused on the pan on the stove while he made his own omelet, but a smile played at his lips. “I figured it was the least I could do,” he said.
I couldn’t hide my own smile as I went to the table and sat down to eat. That first bite made me close my eyes and moan. “Fuck, this is good,” I told him. “You make the best omelets.”
Foster looked over his shoulder at me, and I could tell he was pleased with my praise. I realized it was probably a welcome change for him, since Mom had been criticizing practically everything he did over the last few months.
When he joined me at the table, I studied his face for a long moment before I worked up the nerve to ask, “Have you heard from Mom?”
Foster’s jaw tightened, and he avoided my eyes. “No,” he replied. “How about you?”
“Not a word,” I said quietly. I’d checked my phone when I first got up, and then again after my shower, but she hadn’t tried to contact me since she’d left yesterday.
“I guess she’ll get in touch with us when she’s ready,” Foster said in a strained voice, and I wished I’d never brought her up at all.
When Foster looked at me again, his expression softened, and he smiled once more. “So what are your plans for today?” he asked.
“Definitely gotta work on that Psych paper. That’ll probably take a good part of the day,” I said. I wanted to get that paper finished in plenty of time to spend the evening with Foster. “Are you going to be around here today?”
“Yeah. I’m going to have to make some calls, talk to some friends who’ve gone through a divorce so I can get a recommendation for a good attorney,” he said, and suddenly he looked exhausted, as if he found the task ahead of him overwhelming.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. And I was sorry to see the raw pain on his face. I wanted to soothe him, to comfort him somehow.
But Foster was the one who tried to reassure me. “It’s nothing you need to worry about,” he said, making it clear he wanted to change the subject. “I’ll probably do a little reading, try to take it easy before I have to go out of town tomorrow.”
“Shit, I forgot about that,” I said, trying not to look as crestfallen as I felt. Foster had mentioned earlier in the week that he needed to travel for work, and at the time, I hadn’t thought much of it. His job required occasional out-of-town trips, and Mom normally drove him to the airport and then picked him up when he arrived back home. Now the idea of him being gone for several days filled me with a deep disappointment I struggled to hide.
“Yeah, I have to be at the airport at two tomorrow afternoon. Then I’ll get back into town Thursday evening,” Foster said.
“I’ll give you a ride tomorrow,” I quickly offered. “I know Mom normally takes you, but that’s out of the question now…”
He smiled gently. “Are you sure? If you’re busy…”
“Not at all. And I’ll be glad to pick you up on Thursday,” I forced my own smile, though I was already thinking of how quiet, how lonely, the house would be with Foster gone for several days. Clearing my throat, I tried to choose my next words carefully. “I heard Mom say that she planned to call you on Monday, to discuss…” I struggled to finish the sentence. “What you two should do next.”
I noticed Foster’s eyes flash with anger. “She knows I’ll be out of town; she’ll just have to wait till I’m done with meetings if she wants to talk. After all, I haven’t heard a damn thing from her, so the state of our marriage certainly doesn’t appear to be a priority for her right now.”
I quickly nodded my agreement, all the while swearing to myself that this would be the last Escort Sancaktepe time I brought up Mom today. “I just worry about her hassling you during your trip,” I said softly.
Foster gave me another one of his reassuring smiles. “I can handle your mom.”
He went back to eating his breakfast, and I was glad to see that his appetite was better than it had been last night, when he preferred to have bourbon for his dinner. I polished off the rest of my omelet, then finished my coffee.
After I carried my dirty dishes to the sink, I looked over at Foster once more. He’d finished his omelet and was now sipping the last of his coffee. He still appeared somber, no doubt thinking of all he would have to do in the days and weeks ahead. Not only was he working a high-stress job, but now he also had an impending divorce to deal with.
That urge to make him feel better came over me yet again, and I slowly approached the table where he sat. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and I stood behind him so I could place my hands on his shoulders.
I could feel the tightness in his muscles. “You’re tense,” I remarked, then added, “which is definitely understandable.”
I began massaging his shoulders, trying to work out that tension with my hands. Foster released a low groan of pleasure, and it didn’t take long before he was relaxing beneath my touch.
“That feels really nice,” he breathed.
I would have been happy to stand there all day, as long as he wanted me to. When he let his head fall back, his eyelids fluttering closed, I resisted the overpowering urge to lower my mouth to his. Before I was foolish enough to succumb to that temptation, Foster leaned his head forward, rolling his neck.
When his shoulders felt nice and loose, I slid my fingers upward, through his hair, so I could massage his scalp. He rewarded me with another contented moan. I realized I was actually trembling, desperate for even more intimate contact with him. I imagined how it would feel to run my fingers through his hair as he kissed me, our tongues meeting…
I was now hard, my erection uncomfortable in my jeans, and I couldn’t stop myself from breathing faster as my pulse raced.
Of course Foster had to have known the effect he was having on me. Slowly, gently, he eased himself forward and away from me. When he started to stand, I quickly stepped back from his chair. Our eyes met as he turned toward me, and his smile was almost apologetic, as if he regretted letting me touch him.
Yet he thanked me again in a husky voice, and I hurriedly nodded before gathering up his dishes. Carrying them to the sink, I willed myself to calm down. Why the fuck did I have to get so damned turned on from a mere touch?
As I washed up our few dishes, I continued to berate myself until I heard Foster drawing closer to me. I couldn’t help but tense while I anticipated what he might say.
Instead of speaking, he slipped his arms around me, and though my eyes widened in surprise when he pulled me back against him, I quickly relaxed in his arms. “Thank you for all you’ve done, Landon,” he whispered, and I felt his lips against my hair.
I closed my eyes, basking in the warmth of his embrace. “I just want to make you happy,” I murmured.
“You do,” Foster assured me, and I felt him squeeze me a little tighter. “It’s just that I want to be careful with you.”
Part of me wanted to turn to face him, to look into his eyes while I told him that he didn’t need to be careful. But another part of me wanted to stay in his arms forever.
Before I could move or even speak, Foster released me. I decided to remain facing the sink so he wouldn’t catch sight of my erection.
“I’m going to go make those phone calls,” he said, already heading out of the room.
“I’ll be in my room working on that paper,” I said over my shoulder, “if you need anything.”
“I’ll try to keep out of your hair so you can concentrate.”
When he was gone, I finished tidying up the kitchen, then reluctantly went upstairs. I knew he would be in his small office, which was just off the living room, and I wanted to give him privacy while he talked to his trusted friends and revealed that his marriage to my mom had fallen apart.
I spent the rest of the morning in my room, agonizing over every paragraph of the paper I wrote. I enjoyed the Psych class and really liked my professor, and I wanted to do a good job. The day grew later, and by mid-afternoon, I decided to take a break and make myself a late lunch, or maybe it was an early dinner.
The house was quiet when I headed downstairs, and I drifted from room to room, seeking out Foster so I could ask if he wanted me to fix him something to eat as well. I found him on the couch in the den, stretched out with a book resting on his chest. He was sleeping soundly, and I crept out of the room, careful not to wake him.
In the kitchen, I made myself two large sandwiches and wolfed them down Sancaktepe Escort Bayan while standing at the counter. As I ate, I gazed out the window, watching a mild breeze roll through the nearby trees. I was glad Foster was finally getting some rest. He normally worked long hours, and when he was home, Mom was always insisting that he accompany her on errands or to dinner at a friend’s house. He never had time to simply relax.
Once I was back in my room, I returned to working on the paper. Finally I finished the first draft, and I set about editing and revising it. I had a bad habit of nitpicking over what I’d already written, making changes that weren’t necessary. As a result, one paper took me far longer to write than it would most other students. I knew I was going to have to become more efficient with completing the work, but for now, I continued to make changes, hoping the corrections would make the paper stronger.
By the time I looked up from my laptop, I saw that the sky was dark outside. Now that it was half past eight, I forced myself to set the Psych paper aside and accept that it was as good as it could possibly be. I still had work to do for my other classes, but I told myself I would tackle that tomorrow after Foster had left for his trip.
I rushed to leave my room so I could join Foster downstairs, but as soon as I stepped out into the hall, I saw him heading my way. Immediately I smiled. “I was just coming to see if you wanted to watch a movie or something,” I said. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best suggestion to make, since the last time we’d watched a movie, he’d fallen asleep and then I’d groped him on the couch. “Or we could grab something to eat? If you’re hungry?” I hurried on.
Foster rubbed the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “You know, I think I’m going to turn in for the night,” he said. “Tomorrow’s going to be a long day.”
“It’s not even nine,” I responded, then instantly regretted it. I hated the neediness that had crept into my voice. “But I understand,” I continued. “I know you must be tired.” I wasn’t about to mention that I’d seen him napping earlier. “Have a good night, Foster.”
Finally he met my eyes. “You too, Landon. Did you get that paper finished?”
“Finally,” I sighed.
Foster smiled. “Well, now you won’t have that hanging over your head for the rest of the weekend. See you in the morning.”
I watched as he entered his room and closed the door softly behind him. At a loss as to what to do next, I grudgingly returned to my room. All the while I remembered what he’d said to me earlier while I was in his arms: “I just want to be careful with you.”
He was certainly doing that now, I thought, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done wrong. Had I scared him off somehow? Had I made a fool of myself by getting so excited while giving him that massage?
Or was he simply trying to protect me? Maybe he was trying to protect himself, too.
Throwing myself on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, trying to solve the puzzle of what had just happened. It was so damn hard to read Foster sometimes. I couldn’t tell if he was simply being cautious, or if he had absolutely no interest in continuing what we’d begun the night before. I knew he’d insisted that we couldn’t take this any further, but there was no way I was mistaking his attraction for me last night. Not when he’d encouraged me to stroke my cock in front of him, and to come all over his dick.
I knew the upcoming week would be hell for me if I didn’t get an answer to my question. I’d be constantly thinking of Foster while he was over a thousand miles away.
By the time I worked up the nerve to go to his room, an hour had passed. Before I left my own room, I stripped naked, shivering not just from the cool air but also from my excitement and nervousness. This might be the night Foster told me he wanted nothing more to do with me. Or it might be the night he admitted his attraction to me as well.
When I stepped out of my room, I found the house dark and silent, the only illumination provided by a small nightlight in the upstairs hallway. Once I stood before Foster’s door, I didn’t bother knocking; after all, he was supposed to be sleeping. Instead, I slowly turned the knob and eased the door open.
The room was dark, and I could just make out his form beneath the covers. He was lying on the side of the bed farthest from the door, and I thought his back was to me.
I was about to slip into that darkness and join Foster when he turned over in the bed, and I realized he was still awake. “Landon? What’s going on?” he asked quietly, lifting his head to peer at me.
I froze, stark naked as I stood in his doorway. Jesus Christ, what had I been thinking? I felt a nauseating wave of panic roil my stomach. Then I realized I had to go through with this; there was no turning back now. He’d either reject me, or he would allow me into his bed.
I left the door open so a little light could enter the room. Then I approached the bed. “I was cold,” I told him, unable to keep the grin from my voice. “You know how drafty my room can get, being at the corner of the house.”
“Well, it might help if you put some clothes on,” Foster replied wryly, but I could hear him grinning as well.
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