Bryce huffed out a laugh and lifted one shoulder to his ear in a casual shrug. “Last night at the bar, you said you had plans for me, but the only thing we did was go to sleep.”
Holden was fairly certain that wasn’t what Bryce had been about to say, but he’d come up with a way to get the truth out of him later. Or he could probably wait it out. Bryce still wasn’t a fan of the silence, and he rattled on more often than not, especially if he was horny. Maybe it was some kind of Pavlovian response Holden had trained into him by accident that if he talked too much, Holden would fuck him back to silence.
“You were very tired,” Holden said. “And I have you until Monday so there is plenty of time.”
“Not if I die first.”
Bryce gave him puppy dog eyes, and Holden flattened his hands against the small of Bryce’s back and used him for leverage to sit up. Bryce jostled in his lap, the weight shifting on Holden’s half-awake cock. The way his dick twitched didn’t go unnoticed, and Bryce smirked like he’d just won a scavenger hunt.
“I’m horny,” Bryce whined.
“You can wait.”
“I don’t want to.”
Holden realized in that moment, he never wanted to tell Bryce no. About anything. He wanted to give Bryce everything he wanted, whether that was a dick to suck or a quiet hour of respite from the endless stream of noise in his mind. That was so much more serious than the word boyfriend allowed, but they’d only known each other a handful of weeks and how could he admit any of that out loud? He found himself jealous of Bryce’s gift of talk, wishing it came easier for him because maybe then he could be honest with them both about what he really wanted.
“I don’t care,” Holden said softly, stroking his thumbs across Bryce’s cheeks.
Bryce’s breath stuttered out of him, the denial clearly just as arousing as when Holden gave in to him.
“I want to get dressed, and I want to take you to lunch. I want to spend the day with you outside of my apartment.”
There was an implication with the statement that he wanted Bryce for more than sex.
“Like a date?”
“Maybe.”
“That is something boyfriends do, I suppose.”
Holden scrunched his nose. There was that fucking word again.
“No?” Bryce asked, lip pushed out into a frown.
“Yes,” Holden agreed. “It’s something boyfriends do.”
“What else?”
“I just want to waste some time with you,” he admitted.
Bryce hummed, taking Holden’s face into his hands and bringing their noses together, their mouths. He paused, and Holden knew it was because he’d already said no to sex. This was Bryce asking for permission to take what he wanted, even if ran counter to what Holden had expressed. But Holden had no issues with a kiss. A kiss was…he would have kissed Bryce every second of the day. But he would have fucked him too, and he’d put a stop to that because he wanted more. A kiss would be okay, though, as long as he could stop himself.
He closed the very small space between them and pressed his mouth against Bryce’s. His concession rewarded him with the slide of Bryce’s arms around his neck and a moan that went right to Holden’s cock. He licked into Bryce’s mouth, grabbing the back of Bryce’s neck to keep him still so he could control the kiss. Bryce seemed to have no issue letting Holden lead, even as his hips started to move. The hot line of Bryce’s cock against his stomach was enough to make him stop, and he tore himself away with a gasp, pressing their foreheads together.
Holden could see his spit on Bryce’s lips. “You’re a siren,” he murmured.
“I don’t think I’ll ever apologize for making you want to fuck me.”
Holden squeezed the back of Bryce’s neck. “I want to do more than fuck you.”
Bryce’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, making a soft clicking sound as he pulled it free. He leaned back and studied Holden, and Holden held his breath, not sure what Bryce saw when he looked at him.
“Oh,” Bryce said quietly.
“Oh?”
“Oh,” he said again, this time with more emphasis. “I see it now.”
