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Especially not my dick.
Daniel rolled on his side to face me. The magnet pulled at me again. I tried to distract myself by closing my eyes tight and flipping through photographs in my mind, going all the way back to the first one I’d ever taken.
Daniel whispered, “Hey.”
“Yeah?” I glanced toward him, and he smiled sleepily at me.
“Glad you’re here.”
“Like I would’ve missed it.”
“Renée was awesome.”
“Yeah.”
Daniel’s eyes slipped closed. The lamp was still on behind him, and I thought about asking him to turn it off, but he looked so comfortable on the verge of sleep that I didn’t want to make him move. Antonio’s cot blocked the path on one side, and I’d have to lean across Daniel to reach it on the other.
I studied Daniel’s unguarded face.
Without my glasses, everything was blurry, but in a beautiful way. This close up, I could see his lips were gently parted, and his eyelids looked silky in the low light. I wondered at the length of his lashes. They were golden fans against his cheek.
He shifted and pulled the covers up, his hands relaxing and curling up next to his face. I followed the line of his wrist to his forearm and swallowed. I rolled onto my side, facing away from him, hoping to hide my growing erection, and closed my eyes, once again employing the lust-killing image that’d worked in the shower.
“Did you have fun?” Daniel whispered.
“Sure.” I kept my eyes closed, trying to flesh out a memory of my mom in her bikini. The more vivid the details, the more I felt in control of my libido.
“You seem anxious or something.”
With my erection under control, I turned to face him again. He watched me with a gentle affection. My dick thudded to life traitorously. I cleared my throat. “Just thinking about things.”
Daniel tucked his hands under the pillow. “Like?”
I scrambled for something plausible and suddenly remembered what my father had said when I’d told him about the trip. “Well, like, what is it with the names of these clubs? The Slide? Tilt-a-Whirl? Do you think it’s an opinion of the maturity level of homosexuals?”
Daniel chuckled sleepily. “It’s supposed to make us think of fun, I guess. And the sexual innuendo of the Slide can’t be overlooked. But yeah, maybe.” He cuddled down into the blankets, tiredness making him look sweet. He was so handsome.
The air conditioner in the room kicked on with a whir, and I shivered.
Daniel asked, “Warm enough? I think there’s another blanket if you want.”
“I’m okay.”
He shifted, scratched his stubble, and yawned, exposing his white teeth and the darkness of his throat. As his mouth closed again, he rolled up on an elbow and peered down at me.
A flash of memory exploded in my mind.
Friends kiss sometimes.
Daniel’s gaze fell to my lips, and I swallowed hard. He shifted forward, his hand coming up to touch my chin. My breath caught in my chest. He smiled softly and leaned forward a little. My heart clenched, my toes curling.
“Goodnight, Peter.”
His fingers on my chin loosened, and I felt him shift fractionally back.
No. Not again.
I gripped the back of his neck and brought his soft lips down to mine. His soft sound of surprise reverberated in my mouth. Shuddering under him as our tongues touched, my lust mounted, and the kiss’s sweet urgency bloomed in my heart. His fingers trailed softly over my cheek as we kissed, scraping against my own stubble, leaving behind a path of tingling echoes.
