We started making out, with no one to interrupt us this time.
“I wanna blow you again,” I said.
He smiled.“Okay.”
So I pushed him back onto the couch, and I knelt on the floor between his legs.He was sprawled there, watching me with his eyes half-closed and an expression that wasn’t quite a smile.I pulled his zipper down slowly, watching his face the whole time.This time when I pulled him out, I took a good look.He felt perfect in my hand.I heard him breathing, focused and steady.Then I took him in my mouth.The first time I’d done it, I’d been in a hurry.Now, I took my sweet time.I’d figured out a couple things he liked from our first time, and I was paying attention to how he responded now so I could make it better for him.He stroked the back of my neck, then he stopped, and I could hear him panting, and his thighs tensed under my hands, then his hips hitched off the couch, and he was filling my mouth.
I held him until his breathing went back to normal, then I pulled off, tucked him away, and zipped his jeans.When I looked at him, he was smiling at me.He ran his fingers through my hair.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
Which was funny, because he’d just given me everything I wanted.
“I want to lie down and make out with you,” I said.
He patted the couch.
I pushed him over till we were both lying on the couch facing each other, and I stared into his gold and green eyes, the tip of my nose nudging his.Then I kissed him, and he opened his mouth for me, and I slipped my tongue in.I touched his face with the back of my hand, stroking it softly, feeling the stubble under his chin, tracing his eyebrow, his cheekbone.I kissed him deeper and pressed against him, kneading him through his T-shirt, and then I started talking hot and fast.
“You want to know what your come tastes like, Eddie?It tastes like the air in July, so hot and thick, and it clings to the inside of me, like a ghost haunting my soul.I can feel you inside me, flowing through me, touching me everywhere.”
I laughed to hear myself say that, but it wasn’t funny.It hurt, but in a good way.
He put his arms around me and squeezed.“Nobody’s ever talked to me like that.”
“It’s true,” I said.
“You gave me your heart on a plate.You gave me your fuckingsoul.”
“Yeah.That’s it.Don’t you want it?”
“’Course I do,” he said.
“I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t found you at the bus station.You have no idea what it was like walking around wanting you and not knowing if I’d ever see you again.”I rubbed his shoulder.I didn’t want to spoil the mood, but...“Wait a minute.The day after we went to Deep Ice, I asked you if you’d ever wanted someone but couldn’t have them.You said yes—you still wanted that person.Do you still want them?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
“It was you, you idiot,” he said, giving me a push.“I couldn’t tell you, because I was with Trish.”
“But...you were so chill.I couldn’t tell.”
“I was acting.”
“Well, you did a great job.”
“Maybe I should turn professional,” he said, with a straight face.
“Do you know what it would have meant to me to know that?You could have at least hinted.”
“No, I couldn’t.I was dating Trish.”
It was getting late, but I didn’t want to stop making out with him, so I pushed it, and he went along with me.But eventually, Responsible Craig put a stop to things.
“Time for bed.”
“One more kiss?”he said.
