“I’m just thinking too hard.”
“About?”
“You. Obviously.” Holden slid his hands around Bryce’s waist and walked them both into the living room until Bryce’s thighs hit the arm of the couch.
“If you keep talking like that, it’ll go to my head.”
“You’re the one who told me I had the cock of your dreams. How do you think that made me feel?” Holden teased, tracing his fingers over the waistband of Bryce’s jeans.
“Hopefully like you were the best lay in the world.”
Holden chuckled and nodded. “I mean, yeah.”
“I’m sensing a but.” Bryce leaned in and nipped Holden’s lower lip.
He could take the conversation two ways. Holden could admit he was developing actual feelings for Bryce and see what happened, or he could shrug it off and give Bryce a reason to stop talking. The latter would have been the most appealing one a handful of days ago, but that didn’t seem to be the case anymore.Holden felt greedy and he wanted both, but he didn’t want to put himself—and his heart—on the line.
“No buts,” he lied.
Bryce pulled back, dark eyes searching Holden’s face for the real answer. Bryce must not have found it because he frowned and hoisted himself onto the arm of the couch, then over it entirely. He collapsed onto his back with a loud exhale and scooted into the corner, away from Holden. It wasn’t a deflective move, but the intent was to put space between them and it had worked. Holden was frozen with the fronts of his legs against the side of the couch, his cock traitorously hard against his thigh.
“Permission to speak freely,” Bryce murmured.
“Alright.”
Bryce popped the button of his jeans undone and tugged down the zipper, then slid his hand into his underwear and grabbed his cock. He arched his back and moaned, throat bobbing as he swallowed, and it was impossible for Holden to not imagine the way Bryce’s throat thickened when Holden shoved his dick into it.
“I don’t want to fuck anyone else,” Bryce said. “I know you don’t believe that, but it’s true. Even if I met someone else who I found attractive…” His hand moved slowly, stroking from root to tip, and Holden’s stare darted from Bryce’s wrist to his face and back again.
“Even if?” he prompted.
Bryce laughed under his breath. “Look at you.Wantingme to talk for once.”
He didn’t just want it.
He needed it.
A sudden and unexpected fear took root at the base of his spine, the knowledge everything was on the precipice of changing. Only he couldn’t tell if the change was for better or worse.
“I haven’t even looked at anyone else since I met you,” Bryce went on, talking as leisurely as he touched himself. “All I think about is you.”
“All I think about is you,” Holden said back.
Bryce’s mouth twitched into a smile, and he adjusted his pants to reveal the slick and swollen tip of his cock. He kept stroking himself, eyes locked on Holden, who hadn’t moved except to breathe.
“Is it childish to want to call you my boyfriend?”
Holden swallowed hard. “I don’t think so.”
“You like how it sounds?”
Holden nodded, and Bryce flipped onto his hands and knees, crawling back to the side of the couch where Holden stood. They were both still completely dressed, and Bryce jerked his chin.
“Let me see you,” he whispered. “Let me look at my boyfriend.”
Holden reached back and grabbed the loose material of his shirt to tug it over his head. He tossed it onto the floor and then pushed his jeans down to his ankles, stepping out of the tight denim. His underwear went next, then his socks, and Bryce watched him the whole time like he was a dessert buffet being unveiled.
“I want to see you too,” Holden finally managed to say.
