“No,” Jacob said. “That’s a fire hazard. We’d just do it up against the door so no one could come in.”
Felix giggled, delighted.
“It’s the most sensible option,” Jacob argued.
“The mostsensible optionis to fuck at home,” Felix replied. He came close and ran his hands down Jacob’s shirt. “You’re a surprising guy, Jacob.”
Jacob shrugged awkwardly. “Not really. I want to be the kind of guy who fucks at parties.”
“No you don’t,” Felix said. “Those guys piss you off.”
“Youfuck at parties.”
“Exactly.” Felix ran his hands through Jacob’s neat hair, messing it up like he’d been doing since grade school.
“I just…” Jacob said. He opened his mouth, trying to come up with an explanation. But he had nothing. He never examined his own wants, why would he know how to explain them? He wanted the movie scene. He wanted someone to want him somuch they couldn’t wait to go home. He wanted to lose himself, to get the fuck out of his own head for once, he wanted?—
“Wait, no,” Felix said. “Quit making that face. I didn’t mean to send you into a wholething, I was just saying.”
“I’m not making a face,” Jacob lied.
A loud laugh echoed through the door. Jacob flinched. This wasn’t a movie scene, his thoughts were so loud.
“Kiss me,” he said.
Felix bit his lip. “You sure? You’re all…”
“I know that,” Jacob snapped. “That’s why I want you to kiss me. I’ll forget if you kiss me.”
Felix’s face twisted in a strange array of emotions Jacob couldn’t navigate. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or concerned.”
“Flattered,” Jacob said. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”
Felix hesitated. Then he raised his chin defiantly. “I thought you wanted to be in charge?”
He was baiting Jacob. Goading him into action, manipulating him into doing something he wanted. Jacob could read it all over Felix’s smug face: he was making Jacob take control. Getting him out of his head, just like they both wanted. And of course he had to do it in the most annoying way possible.
“You’re such a little shit,” Jacob breathed, so fond of him it hurt.
He grabbed Felix’s chin and kissed him. It was better than beer: all the worries that had been gathering inside his head dissipated, replaced by Felix’s hot mouth and his wandering hands.
Felix moaned, ripping Jacob’s buttons undone as if he’d been waiting to do it all night.
“What do you—” Felix broke off with an even louder moan as Jacob kissed his neck. “What do you wanna do?”
Jacob just wanted to keep chasing this feeling. He was clawing his way back to what he’d imagined when he wroteFool Around At A Partyon the list: the movie version where he wasn’t panicking the whole time. It was hard to panic when Felix felt so good against him.
“Dunno,” Jacob said, smearing the words against Felix’s chin. “Just touch me.”
“O-okay,” Felix said. He sounded flustered, which was weird. But before Jacob could wonder too hard about it, Felix ground his hard cock against Jacob’s leg.
Wejuststarted kissing, Jacob thought deliriously. Sure, he wasalsohard, but he was basically a virgin. Did Felix really get so hot and bothered by a few moments of making out?
“Are you seriously this horny all the time?” Jacob blurted.
“Only for you,” Felix said again. He pressed harder against Jacob’s thigh, groaning shamelessly.
Jacob couldn’t help it: he gripped Felix’s ass, rocking Felix against him. Could he make Felix come like this? The idea made him lightheaded, his focus narrowing into Felix hard and desperate against him.
