“And you –” I’m flustered and embarrassed and words aren’t forming for me.
Rafe takes a step closer to me so that my back hits the cold stone wall. “And I what, Cal?” He purrs.
His face so close to mine is distracting. Rafe’s lips are wet from where he was biting down on them, and his brown eyes are filled with an emotion I can’t decipher.
“Then when you walked by me you –”
Rafe places one of his hands next to my head, and the other one lazily plays with the buttons on the front of my shirt.
“I what?” Rafe whispers, undoing the top button.
The air is growing warm in here, my mind spinning. “You - you touched me,” I exhale.
“I touched you?” Another button undone. And then another. Until my shirt is completely open.
Is it possible to die from wanting someone this much? My heartthrums in my chest as I nod slowly.
“Where did I touch you, Cal?”
I love the way my name sounds on his tongue. It sounds like a prayer, and I’m the one answering it.
“Was it here?” Rafe’s fingers trace down the side of my jaw, to my collarbone, and then down to my now exposed chest.
I shake my head, words foreign to me.
“Maybe lower?”
Rafe moves his deft fingers down my chest to my stomach. I’m embarrassed that Rafe can’t miss my hard cock straining against my pants, begging for attention.
“Even lower?” Rafe palms me through my pants and I moan.
“Please - Rafe,” I beg. I’d been imagining this exact scene since our kiss. Or, if I’m honest with myself, for a long time before that, too.
“Please what?” He releases his hand and I embarrassingly whimper in frustration.
When I don’t answer, Rafe takes a step back from me.
“I need to hear you say it, Cal. I need to hear you tell me you want this. Me. Us.”
The release of pressure on my cock has me thinking more clearly.
“I want this more than anything. But I didn’t think you wanted it, after our kiss –”
Rafe cuts me off, pushing me back against the wall and capturing my mouth with his.
“I want this so bad, too. I thought the kiss might have scared you off.” Rafe trails kisses down my neck.
“Never,” I gasp.
Rafe continues his trail of kisses and sinks to his knees. He presses a kiss to my clothed hardness and my legs almost give out.
Rafe smirks as he tugs my pants down so that they pool around my ankles. My cock is already glistening with precum.
“Ever have your dick sucked before?” Rafe strokes my shaft firmly.
I can barely focus on Rafe’s words, too busy focusing on his hand moving its way up and down my erection, but I manage to shake my head once.
That makes Rafe grin and he licks the white bead of come from the head as a reward.
