“Totally.”
And then they were kissing again, this time learning as they went.Ry had kissed no one before.So he learned through grunts and groans, through body motion and sound, what Alex liked and, through his own body, what he liked.
“Shit,” Ry said after a couple of minutes.“Damn, that was—unexpected.”
“Yeah.”Alex looked lost and disheveled.“Why’d we stop?”
“Shouldn’t we talk about it or something?”Though he neglected to mention his raging hard-on.God, he wanted to just tackle Alex and get them both naked.
“What’s there to talk about?”Alex ran his hands through Ry’s hair.Handsy Alex was very unexpected.
“Everything?”
Alex pouted.“But I wanna make out.”
“But you didn’t before!”
“I didn’t?”Alex looked taken aback.
“What?You did!”
Then Alex was laughing and then laughing harder and trying to catch his breath.
“What’s funny?”Ry demanded.“Come on.It’s not funny.”
“We’ve both been wanting to kiss each other for like ever and are just doing it now.Gosh, we really are something else.”Alex shrugged, running a thumb along Ry’s cheek.“You’re really cute.I thought so the day we met.”
“But I thought you were just hanging out with Brand?”
“I stayed cuz I thought maybe it’d be nice to hang out and kiss you,” Alex said.His eyes were soft in the low light.“Then you turned out to be cool, and I didn’t wanna fuck it up.”
“But you are could-have-anyone-at-school-hot.”
Alex rolled his eyes.“And you aren’t?”
After an awkward silence, they both erupted into giggles.
Ry said, “So, do you want to finish watching this or kiss somewhere more comfortable?”
Alex turned off the TV.“Come on.”
Ry led the way, anticipation buzzing in his chest, a strange mix of exhilaration and nerves.Alex followed.Their footsteps echoed softly on the wooden floor of the empty house.He took them two at a time, each step fueled by his mounting excitement, the air thick with anticipation.
The moment he crossed the threshold of his room, Alex pinned him against the wall.Like magnets, their lips met, electricity passing between them.He lost himself in the sensations.The touch, the heat.His shirt kept riding up, but he kept tugging it down.
Alex grunted, teasing Ry’s lip with his teeth.“Come on, I’m trying to take your shirt off.”
Ry’s breath hitched as Alex's hand, warm and firm, tugged at the hem.A chill rushed over him—a stark emptiness where the shirt had been.His awkward scrawniness, a familiar discomfort, now bare before the most beautiful person Ry’d ever seen.
“Please be nice,” Ry whispered, his voice as small as he felt.
But Alex stared at the exposed flesh, dumbstruck.Silence hung heavy, broken only by Ry's shallow breaths.He felt a chill crawl up his spine, a desperate urge to shield himself from the unwavering stare.
“Jesus,” Alex said, exhaling at last.“You are so beautiful.I mean, I’ve only caught glimpses, but wow.”Alex reached out as if Ry could shatter or burn him.Alex ran his fingertips lightly across his skin.Goosebumps flashed under that touch.Alex groaned, closing his eyes before opening them again.Passion burned in those eyes.
Ry blushed, his whole upper body flames under Alex’s gaze.He tugged on Alex’s shirt.“You should take yours off.This isn’t a shirtless party of one.”
But before Ry could help, Alex had already snatched it off.“It’s not like you haven’t seen me shirtless before.”
