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In reply, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me inside the carrel, sliding the “occupied” sign across to show the carrel was in use, before closing the door. Hopping up onto the table, he crooked his finger at me.
“Now, we kiss.”
Dropping my bag to the floor, I stepped in between his legs, staring down at him. He stared right back, his lips slightly parted, his eyes huge with his pupils rapidly expanding. Lifting my hand, I cupped his chin. My fingers trembled, but I wasn’t backing out now. “You’re gorgeous.”
A smile curved over his mouth, and I lowered my head to kiss it.
At first, it was just a soft brush of lips. Then, he made a noise in the back of his throat, almost like a whimper, and the kiss deepened, our mouths opening against each other’s. I stroked my fingers over his jaw, taking my time, and he let me control the kiss, his fingers coming up to curl around my biceps.
When I pulled back to catch my breath, his eyes were wide and so dark.
“What did you think, my bi-curious footballer?”
“I think.” I brushed my lips over his again. “I need.” And again. “More research.”
This time, when the kiss deepened, our tongues slid together. Fuck. This kiss was blowing my mind. My cock was hard in my jeans, and I couldn’t help wondering if Niccolò was as affected by this kiss as I was. I moved one of my hands to the nape of his neck, and slid the other around his back, pulling him forwards into me. He gasped into my mouth as our bodies connected, his legs widening and wrapping around me, and even through two pairs of jeans, I could feel the press of a hard bulge against mine.
“Fuck,” I groaned into his mouth.Definitely very bi-curious. My heart was hammering and my palms were definitely sweaty. This was…exciting as fuck, but it was scary at the same time. It shouldn’t have been, but it hit me all at once, and panic made the breath catch in my throat and my heart jump. I was kissing a man. A man with a dick, which was currently grinding against mine.
Pulling away from Niccolò, breathing hard, I lifted a trembling hand to my face, pressing tentative fingers against my kiss-swollen lips. “Fucking hell,” I rasped, staring down at my hand.
“Ben.”
My gaze swung back to Niccolò. His eyes were still wide and dark, but now they were full of concern.
“Sorry. I— Fuck.” I scrubbed at my face. “I’m not— It’s not?—”
“Take a breath. And a seat. You should probably sit down.”
Yeah. Sit down. I should do that. My legs were feeling shaky, now I thought about it. Collapsing onto the bench seat next to the table, I folded my arms across the surface and lowered my head.
Fingers gently brushed across the back of my neck. “Stay here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I wasn’t aware of how much time had passed, but when Niccolò returned, I’d gathered myself enough to lift my head, although I couldn’t quite meet his gaze. What the fuck must he be thinking, after I’d reacted that way?
“Drink this.” A bottle of Powerade appeared in front of me. “The sugar and electrolytes help. Or so I’ve heard. JJ won’t let me drink them.”
At his light tone, the knot in my stomach loosened a little. A smile tugged at my lips as my brows rose. “JJ won’t let you?”
“Not exactly. It’s not like he controls what I eat or drink or anything. He just says I’d be uncontrollable with any extra energy. It’s true.” With a small laugh, he uncapped the bottle, and then tapped the side. “But you, my maybe-maybe-not-bi-curious boy, need it right now.”
“Maybe,” I said, lifting the bottle to my lips. The cool liquid slid down my throat, soothing me. When I’d placed the bottle back down, I sighed, finally meeting his gaze. “Definitely. Sorry for, y’know, the way I reacted.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Tugging his lip between his teeth, he twisted his hands together in front of him, and I realised he was nervous. “Does that mean you regret kissing me?”
Fuck. He’d jumped to the wrong conclusion, not that I could blame him. “Come here. Please.”
When he was standing in front of me, I rose to my feet, placing my hands on his shoulders. I made sure his eyes met mine again before I spoke. There was no way this could go any further. Niccolò was a fun, flirty guy, secure in his sexuality, who had people that actually paid to see him naked or whatever on his FanBoyzOnly account. I was a random guy who was questioning his own sexuality and freaking out over a simple kiss. For fuck’s sake, he’d even gone and got me a specific drink, he was that worried about me.
But I didn’t want to upset him. I needed to ensure he understood where I was coming from.
“First of all, I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to. I want to make that clear. And no, I don’t regret kissing you. I… You’re a great kisser. But I?—”
“You don’t have to explain. I get it.” He flashed me a quick smile that I think was supposed to be reassuring, but it made something in my stomach sink.
I opened my mouth to reply, but my phone began vibrating.Fuck. “Sorry. Give me a second. It might be important.” I yanked my phone from my pocket and hit Answer without checking the screen to see who was calling me. “Hello?”
“Where did you disappear to? We thought you were coming to the pub with us.”
