I move my bags from the first bed to the one by the window so that Pi and I don’t end up playing the Hokey Cokey to unpack.
“Abs is fuming, by the way. I’m assuming we’re saying that your only motive was to piss him off?” He dumps his stuff.
“Who’s he sharing with now?” I ask.
“Snatch.”
“Damn, I was hoping for Gadget.”
“That’s fucking cruel,” he says, but he’s laughing, evidently not that bothered by it. “Gadget’s next door. So . . .” He scratches his moustache. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
“That’s fine.” I drop my voice to a whisper. “Whatever we need to say, we can say it quietly enough not to be overheard.”
Pi cocks his head to the side. “Say?” And then he launches himself at me, pulling my face down and crashing his lips into mine.
Something akin to an explosion happens inside my chest. I pull away. “Oh my god.”
“Oh, shit. You actually wanted to talk?” Panic flashes behind his eyes.
“No, fuck. Um . . . Holy fuck. No, I’d much rather be doing this than talking . . .” I say eloquently, before grabbing his face and kissing him again.
Neither of us hesitates this time, and unlike Halloween, which was comparatively gentle and exploratory and restrained, there’s an urgency pressing against the moment. It’s as though someone could walk through that door any second.
Or, more realistically, we’ve both been waiting, storing up our feelings, our urges, for almost a month.
Pi tastes of mint, and something in the back of my brain registers that this kiss is premeditated. He’d probably munched a sugar free Polo in the lift—he loves those—knowing full well he’d be shoving his tongue into my mouth in a moment’s time. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, hadn’t for one second expected we’d be making out, and regret not being a little fresher for him. Though going by his grip in my hair and the fingers squeezing my shoulder blades, I reckon he doesn’t mind too much.
He pushes me backwards until my ass knocks into the room’s sideboard. The TV remote tumbles to the floor, but neither of us reaches for it.
We break to catch our breath, and then immediately resume. My hands slide underneath his Cents branded travelling shirt, grabbing every part of his flesh I can fill my palms with.
I’m rock hard, and Pi is too. We’re both wearing sweatpants, so there’s very little cushioning between our cocks, but by the stiffness of his posture, I sense that he’s holding himself back. That he’s desperately trying not to rub his erection against mine or my hip.
I wish I possessed his restraint and levels of self-preservation, but I’m weak-willed and fucking horny, so I flip our positions, throwing him against the drawers instead and crying out at the blissful friction as the tip of my cock is crushed against the waistband of his joggers.
Pi swallows down my moan. “I’ve never done this before.” His breath is ragged, like we’ve been running laps. “I’ve never been with a guy, I mean.”
“Me neither,” I say, just as short-winded as he is.
“What . . . um . . . how far do you want to . . . What do we even do?”
I laugh. “I don’t know.”
Do we jerk each other? Jerk ourselves? Suck each other off? Sixty-nine? Do we fuck? And like . . . how does that work?
I’ve watched enough porn to know what goes where, but I also hear stuff about prep, and . . . what the fuck does that involve? Gadget won’t eat anything more than a side salad when he wants Owen to put him through the mattress. Shit, I should have done some actual research, but if I’m being honest with myself, I’m more than happy for us to continue snogging and dry humping each other until one or both of us need to change our trackies.
“Are you scared?” I ask.
Pi’s eyes flit to my mouth and back to mine. “A little, you?”
I see-saw my hand. “Yes and no.”
“Same. Fuck, I never imagined I’d be in this position with you of all people,” he says.
I can’t bear to not be touching him any more, so I slide my thumb underneath his jersey and skate it up along his abdominals.
“I’ve not stopped thinking about this. About kissing you. I thought that if I requested a room together, we could finally talk about what happened on Halloween and clear the air. I never for a second imagined we’d be doing this.” At these words, my cheeks flush with colour, but I pretend I’m as cool and collected as ever and don’t notice it.
