I open my mouth to argue, but he holds up a hand.
“I know you don’t want me to call you that, but it’s far more romantic than calling you Skid Mark or something like that.”
“Skid Mark?!” I demand with an indignant snort, and he throws his head back in a belly-deep laugh.
“From your tires!”
We laugh for a minute before he slings his arm over my shoulders again, licking at his lips. “I’ve only been out for a few years,” he explains. “Theguys have tried to set me up a few times, but I want things to be authentic, you know? Getting together with your cousin’s only single gay friend doesn’t really scream ‘connection’to me.”
“Yeah, I feel that,” I say as he tugs at my bandana and pulls it off my head. His fingers rake through my hair, and I give an involuntary shiver.
“I didn’t come into this expecting to meet someone I actually like.”
“Yeah, same,” I breathe as he draws me closer.
“But I like you.”
“Yeah… same,” I repeat. My brain is apparently skipping on its tracks, because that’s all I can find to say.
Aaron chuckles as he leans in, pausing just before he finds my lips.
I close the distance between us, then gasp against his mouth as he grabs my leg and pulls me into his lap. My knees fall to bracket his hips, and my palms land on his chest.
“Is this okay?” His eyes are careful as his fingers drift along my thighs.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I murmur, and he grins as our mouths meet halfway.
Without the audience and camera to tug on our reins, both of us are greedier. These kisses are rough, more desperate, and I can’t tell who opens first, but soon our tongues are intertwined, slowly exploring each other.
The movie plays in the background, nothing more than muffled wordsand sound effects. I can’t hear it past the roar of my breath in my ears or the thud of my heart. Aaron’s hands climb my thighs, and one wraps around my back to splay across my ass. A soft moan leaves my throat as he rocks me forward. The tightening in my core pulses in a dull heat that spreads from hipbone to hipbone, and my cock hardens as I breathe faster.
I scoot my body backwards, trying to hide what he’s doing to me. He’s been sweet since the moment we met. Patient, but not handling me with kid gloves or condescension. He wanted this to be a proper date, and here I am, with my dick leaking into my underwear from a simple make-out session.
Aaron’s eyes open as I pull my mouth from his, looking up at me with a silent question.
“I, uh…” I release a nervous laugh as I sit back and push my hand through my hair.
“Is this too much?” He removes his hands from me as he examines me with the same gentle sweetness. “Too fast? We can watch the movie. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s not that.”
His brows furrow, and I slide my hips back further as his eyes move down my body. But like I told him earlier, this outfit hides nothing. I close my eyes and groan when he spots the bulge of my cock underneath the thin fabric of the skirt.
“Oh,” he says softly.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, but as I try to scoot back, he grips my thighs and holds me there.
“For what?”
“Ruining your date. You were so sweet, and—”
“Listen, pretty boy.” My eyes snap open, and he grins affectionately. “There’s that fire. Now, I don’t know why you think that having you all needy in my lap has ruined anything.” His eyes trail down my front once more, his fingers drifting higher on my legs.
My cock flexes under the skirt.
“Youdidsay it was big,” he mutters with a huff.
I finally laugh. “I don’t have any expectations. If you don’t want to—”
