When The Rich Son Falls

Thirty One

A/N: some graphic stuff incoming. You’ll know it when you read it, so if you’re not a fan of it, feel free to skip that part.

The anticipation and the uncertainty were almost too much for Topher to bear. He had a feeling he knew the reason why James left with him, why he’s been acting unusual—but he had to know for sure.

He paced outside of the bathroom for a minute, waiting; and when he realized that doing so was a bit weird, he decided to finally mop the puddle of water he previously made. When that was done, he found himself hovering outside the bathroom once more.

“Hey, James,” he called out, even though he wasn’t really sure what he was going to say. The sound of the shower stopped.

“Yes?”

“Do you… do you have a hairdryer?” he randomly asked.

There were a few seconds of silence that followed before he heard James answer. “I have a hairdryer in my room. You can get it if you need it.”

“Thanks,” Topher loudly replied so he could be heard.

He proceeded to go into the bedroom. Once inside, he realized that it was the first time he’d ever entered the room without its owner present. James had always been adamant about him staying out of that place without supervision—a rule that Topher, knowing himself, thought was smart and necessary of James to put up, considering the fact there was a ninety percent possibility he would snoop around given the chance.

The evidences were beginning to pile up: choosing to go home only after Topher said he would go back to the house, being restless in the drive home, not even telling Topher off when he made a mess, and then giving Topher permission to go into the bedroom. Could it really be that his assumption was right?

With the sound of the shower running steadily in the bathroom, Topher decided to take his time to look around. Books, clothes, pictures of a younger James with the hotel staff and a couple who were presumably his godparents. Nothing was out of the ordinary, much to his disappointment.

He found the hairdryer easily enough right on top of the bedside dresser. Topher turned it on and began to dry his hair, but with his boredom getting the best of him, he decided to open the first level of the dresser.

“Oh, ho, ho, what do we have here?” A mischievous smile crept on his face as he picked up an opened box of condoms, hidden under a notebook planner.

With his hair half-dried, he put the box back into place and went out—his attention back on the bathroom door. He could still hear the shower steadily running, and when he checked the time, he found that James had been there longer than usual.

Dying with curiosity and never having been one to be patient, Topher decided to dig around for anymore clues he could find. “Hey, why didn’t you go with them to the after-party again?” he loudly asked, wondering if his question had been too direct. “It sounds like your kind of thing, chilling with the neighbors or whatever.”

The shower stopped and he could hear movement inside and a small zip—most likely from the pouch that James had brought in with him earlier.

“I, uh, I just wanted to go home,” James replied unconvincingly.

“You just wanted to go home? Nothing else?”

Topher waited for a few seconds, but no reply came. With a knowing smile on his face, he stood a step away from the door.

“And why did you want to go home?” he asked, waiting to hear another flimsy excuse.

James took a second to answer. “Because I’m tired.”

Topher kept the smile on his face as the door opened. James, surprised that he was right in front of him, took a quick step back.

“Geez, you startled me!” he exclaimed with his hand on his chest, but Topher didn’t move.

“How tired, exactly?” he asked instead, his eyes falling onto the pouch that was clearly wrapped in the clothes that James was clutching under his arm.

“What—”

Topher grabbed the pouch without warning and took a step back before James could take it back. He unzipped it open and his smile grew as he took out the bottle of lubricant that was next to the douche.

“I guess this is your answer to my question in the truck. Unless you were planning on meeting with someone else tonight?” Topher said as a red-faced James grabbed the pouch and bottle back.

James glared at him, but guiltily kept his mouth shut as Topher placed a finger under his chin and tilted his head up.

“You should’ve just told me directly that you wanted it, instead of letting me guess,” Topher said in a whisper while his hands slowly travelled down the front of James’s shirt to his shorts’ waistband.

“I wouldn’t have to,” James rebutted, looking like his composure was about to break under Topher’s stare. “Because you come onto me every chance you get.”

Topher lightly chuckled and nodded, his face getting closer. “That’s true,” he muttered as he leaned down and placed a kiss on the side of James’s neck, while sliding a hand down James’s shorts to slowly massage him over his boxers. His skin was damp and soft from the shower, and he smelled like shampoo and body wash. Even with just a simple white shirt and pajama shorts on, Topher wondered if he had been with anyone else that he found as attractive as the man in front of him.

James’s breathing began to become ragged under Topher’s hand, and so he returned the favor by touching him over the towel around his waist. With the sound of James’s breathing and the feeling of his fingers, Topher could feel his desire begin to burn up. If he could have his way, he would have had James right then and there on the floor in front of the bathroom; but before Topher could kiss him on the mouth, he pulled Topher’s hand out of his shorts.

“Bedroom,” he whispered with great restraint, pulling Topher into his room.

The moment they stepped inside, Topher wasted no time and hungrily kissed him as he led him to sit on the bed. He only broke it off to help James out of his shirt and shorts, then he climbed over him and reached over to grab the box of condoms from the bedside dresser.

James looked up at him with a frown as he watched him take the bottle from the pouch. “How did you know that was in there?” he asked.

Topher replied with a sly smile as he pulled James’s boxers off to see him already fully erect.

“Did you go through my things?” James asked as he took off Topher’s towel and placed it under his bottom.

“Does that really matter right now?” Topher chuckled, positioning himself to kneel between his legs while ripping the condom packet open with his teeth. James narrowed his eyes at him, but they fluttered close when Topher leaned down and kissed him once more.

With his eyes also shut, Topher managed to put the rubber on himself. He felt like he was back in his teenage years with the desperation he felt to feel skin on skin, and even though his tongue was already inside James’s mouth and their bodies were pressed together, he wanted to have more.

So, never been one to deny himself pleasure, he pulled away and grabbed the bottle from the side to slather the rubber with its contents. James took deep breaths to relax himself while he watched with anticipation. His cheeks and his face had gone red, and Topher reveled at the sight below him before he placed his hands under James’s knees to lift his legs over to his shoulders.

Topher leaned down and pressed his lips against James’s, before he slightly pulled back to catch the look on his face while he slowly and carefully entered. James’s eyes shut as he let out a shaky breath and squeezed the back of Topher’s neck.

“Is this alright?” Topher whispered, placing a kiss in the middle of his eyebrows where they were starting to meet. It took all of his effort to keep the pace as slow as he could until James could adjust around him.

James kept his eyes shut but he nodded, so Topher kept his pace as he pulled out and pushed in once more, licking James’s lips to open and accept his kiss. He began to move his hips a little faster, moving his hand on James’s member to match the rhythm until James was moaning in his mouth. Topher pulled his lips away and licked his ear, breathing harder as his thrusts became more frantic and James’s grip on his back and his shoulder became tighter.

It didn’t take long for James to tightly shut his eyes and let out a groan in Topher’s ear as he came; and with Topher still inside, feeling him tighten around him, Topher felt the warmth from deep in his belly escape as he reached his climax. Breathing heavily, Topher pulled out and placed sloppy kisses on James’s lips, nose, and cheeks. When he reached his neck, Topher licked and sucked on the skin above his collarbone, making James curiously look down at him.

“Did you just?” he asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“Maybe.” Topher grinned and placed a peck on his lips before gently setting James’s legs down on the bed.

“That’s very childish,” James said, which Topher only chuckled at as he took the towel from under James and wiped the man’s belly clean.

“Should I take this to the washing machine?” Topher asked, handing James his boxers and setting the bottle aside.

James put his boxers on and went under the covers, watching Topher stand and hang his clothes on the back of the chair. “You can…” James hesitated for a second, but he continued when Topher curiously looked at him. “You can stay here tonight, if you want to, that is,” he awkwardly offered as he turned on his side to keep his back towards Topher.

“Oh.” Topher folded the towel and placed it on the chair, suppressing a smile. “Lights on or off?” he asked.

“Off, please.”

Topher looked at James then at the door. He had had arrangements like this before—those that were just purely physical—and so he had a set of rules already in mind to keep things from getting out of hand. But that night, he decided to break one of them. He turned off the lights and slipped back into bed.