“Never,” he hissed and brought his head up, slamming it into mine.
“Motherfucker,” I growled.
He just smiled through bloody teeth; a laugh finally came from him. It turned into a pained grunt, “Now I’m done.”
I got off him, clutching my rib cage and offering my hand to help them up.
“Here” I said, my hand outstretched.
I pulled him up, and we stood there. Too close, both of us leaning on each other.
Breath heavy, my heart rate still thumping alongside his, my mouth was dry, and I swallowed quickly. The time ticked by, and neither one of us moved.
I glanced down, then feeling what I thought was his thigh against my leg. My eyes snapped upward.
He didn’t notice it at first, but I did. How close our bodies were. Too close. Close enough, I could feel the heat radiating offhis chest. Close enough that if I had any sense, I’d step back and create space between us.
His eyes skimmed down my chest as his tongue started out to wet his lips. I tracked the movement as I struggled to breathe. My heart raced as if the fight never ended, and my vision tunneled. I didn’t look away; neither did he.
Something caught in my throat; maybe it was a sign that there wasn’t enough time to think clearly. I didn’t want to think clearly.
His eyes flicked away for half a second, then back to mine. His lips parted slightly, waiting, wanting.
“Fuck it,” I muttered as my hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling his face towards mine.
34
DON’T PANIC IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE
Dustin surged forward, gripping the back of my head, his lips sealing around mine. My hands landed on his chest. I wasn’t sure if it was to pull him closer or shove him away.Yep, this is gay. I’m gay. But so is he. All good. Don’t panic.
My hand balled into a fist and dropped as my tongue clashed into his, a bit awkward at first, but we found a good balance.
Dustin’s beard tickled my scruff as he pulled my head sideways, backing me into the hall. His tongue wove in my mouth, asserting his presence as I gripped the back of his head. We stumbled into a picture frame on the way out of the bathroom. It clattered to the floor and shattered, and we both looked down and chuckled.
There was a moment where we just breathed each other. Both of us wondering how far the other was going to go.
I didn’t let the moment stretch, didn’t want to feel stupid if one of us got cold feet. I swallowed back the lump in my throat.Guess you’re only a virgin once, right?
Before I could answer my own rhetorical question, Dustin grabbed my cock, pumping it in his hand. A shiver ran down my spine as he started kissing my neck down my chest. I shoved him backward down the hall. Maybe it was the fact that I’d been sleeping on a floor for gods knows how long, or just delaying the process.
What even is the process? Fuck, I should have watched more porn growing up, or at least some gay porn.
“Come on,” he pulled me further into the house and kicked open a door, dragging me inside. I looked inside to see a basic room with a queen-or king-size mattress in the middle.
Duffle bags littered the floor along with a few empty magazines. A random pistol and like six books partly opened on the nightstand.
He shoved me onto the bed, and I was suddenly aware of how exposed I had been. A flush crept up my cheeks as he looked at me, biting his lip, and then muttered something about being right back.
He turned on his heels, the door swung on its hinges, and he cursed out, throwing something loud into the room next door. I lay back into the dark maroon comforter, my eyes closed, trying to picture this properly. I had no fucking idea what was going tohappen and the thought both scared and excited me.I willed my body to relax into the fabric. There were a few more crashes, and then he reappeared a moment later holding a small bottle like a trophy.
“Leave it to Kade to pack fucking lube on an ops mission,” he chuckled and tossed me the bottle.
“What—”
“Before you ask I’m pretty comfy with my soft side and as much as I’d love to fuck that bubble butt of yours —” he paused, licking his lips like some predator. “Consider it—” he stopped, probably noticing the confusion that was crossing my face. A soft chuckle slipped out as he pinched his nose. “Fuck, I can’t find my words. Let me start over.”
He reached down onto the bed, pecked me on the lips and then yanked the lube out of my hand. Closed the bedroom door and reopened it. “take two,” he chuckled, tossing me the lube.
