“But it’s true.” Holden cleared his throat and took a step back. He didn’t have anything on besides his underwear, and Bryce had ruined his opportunity to appreciate the sight of him.
“I don’t want to fuck anyone else.”
“Okay.”
“I didn’t go get tested for a one-off,” he said, hooking his finger over the waistband of Holden’s boxer briefs and dragging the man back toward him. Thankfully, Holden let it happen and Bryce thanked his lucky stars. It was always going to be his mouth that got him in trouble, and he found himself immediately yearning for the night before when the only reason he’d needed to open it was to take Holden’s cock into his throat.
“Okay,” Holden said again.
“I’m serious.”
Holden opened his mouth and Bryce covered it with his hand. “Don’t you dare say okay to me one more time. I know I said the wrong thing or I know you took it wrong. That’s not how I meant it, and?—”
Holden smacked Bryce’s hand out of the way, tilting his head to the side sympathetically.
“I know you didn’t mean it that way.”
“I don’t want to fuck anyone else.”
“You haven’t even been in town for two days,” Holden argued. “You don’t know that.”
Bryce huffed out a laugh, wishing Holden would understand just how much Bryce meantexactlythat. He’d had plenty of sex over the course of his life, but he’d never—and he meant never—found someone who clicked with him physically in the ways Holden had. Never mind the immediate attraction between them, their chemistry in bed was undeniable. Bryce wasn’t about to go out looking to replicate it…or jeopardize it.
“I don’t want to fuck anyone else,” he repeated, sliding his hand into Holden’s underwear and squeezing his dick. “I’ve dreamed about this cock my whole life, you know.”
Holden’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and the air in the room lightened.
Perfect, Bryce hadn’t ruined everything yet.
“Your whole life?”
Bryce nodded, giving Holden’s shaft a stroke.
“Dreamed about your mouth and your hands too,” he murmured, leaning in close and brushing his mouth against Holden’s parted lips.
“So you’re saying I’m the man of your dreams?”
He laughed and kissed Holden then, feeling brave.
Instead of taking charge as he had the night before, Holden let himself be kissed. He went pliant under Bryce’s touch, groaning when Bryce took him back down to the bed, spread himself out over the top of Holden’s mostly naked body. Bryce was still hard, but Holden was nowhere near it. That didn’t stop Bryce from grinding against him, from rubbing their bodies together.
“You might be,” he said on an exhale.
Holden grabbed him by the hips and flipped him onto his back. He notched his knee up beneath Bryce’s balls and pressed until Bryce’s eyes rolled back and he went quiet.
“You could be the man of mine,” Holden teased. “If you would stop talking so much.”
A box of butterflies opened in Bryce’s stomach, and he pretended to zip his lips and toss away the key. He couldn’t read the expression on Holden’s face, and he worried again he’d said the wrong thing or gone too far. But Holden leaned down and kissed him again, hard and insistent. There was no tongue in it, no spit, just rough desperation, and then a cold gust of air as Holden climbed off the top of him.
Bryce pushed himself into a seated position, watching Holden fidget with his hands. He stood and adjusted himself. Leaving Holden’s bed was proving to be much harder than he’d expected. Bryce forced himself to finish getting dressed, keeping his eyes on the floor because it was apparently impossible for him to look at Holden and not lose his fucking mind.
“When do you want to see me again?” he asked after getting his shoes on. He had his phone, three ignored texts from Merrick, his wallet, and his keys.
“No one has ever asked it that way.”
Holden had moved to the couch, still far too undressed for Bryce’s sanity.
“Well.” Bryce shrugged helplessly.
