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I nodded, swallowing thickly. My voice came out wobbly with nerves when I said, “Um, Rafe?”
“Yeah?” He was busy setting the laptop down on the bed and opening the screen. “I thought we could watch a movie in bed. Take your mind off things.”
“Rafe?” I repeated hoarsely, reaching for his hand.
That made him stop and look at me. “Yeah?”
“Um, I… I want to ask you something.” I watched myself fiddle anxiously with his long fingers so I wouldn’t have to look at him. “I was wondering if you wanted to… um. You know.”
After a moment of silence, he slowly said, “No, I don’t know.”
My face grew hot. “You know, do… this.” I gestured vaguely at the room, and his pale green eyes tracked the movement of my arm with confusion. “With me.”
“I don’t… Are you talking about sex? Is this a sex thing?”
I huffed. “No, it’s not a sex thing. It’s the opposite of a sex thing.”
“What?” he asked, voice a little tense now.
“I mean, not the opposite. Obviously I hope sex will still be involved, but…” Scrubbing my face, I looked at him and forced the words out despite the nerves churning in my gut. “I want… more. With you. More than just sex.”
He stared at me, eyes wide, lips parted in shock.
When he didn’t say anything, a spike of panic had me shifting hurriedly onto my knees and clutching both his hands tight. “I might be a really shitty boyfriend, but I want to try,” I told him hoarsely. “I really want to try. I don’t just want to do the casual thing anymore, Rafe.”
After another agonising pause, he finally reacted, huffing out a little laugh as a huge grin spread over his face. He tugged his hands free to cup the sides of my neck, leaning in. “You’re not a shitty boyfriend.”
“I honestly have no idea,” I told him hoarsely. “But I promise I—”
“You realise you’re practically my boyfriend already?” he said wryly.
I blinked at him, something warm filling my chest. “I am?”
He snorted, darting in to kiss me. “I knew you hadn’t noticed. We already act like a couple, Dan. I just didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to freak you out.”
“It doesn’t freak me out,” I said, my brows pinching. “It’s just… It’s not something I ever thought I wanted before. But… I do. With you.”
His big green eyes softened as he nodded. “I do too.”
I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. When he tugged gently on my jaw, I went willingly, pressing my lips to his and trying to convey how happy I was through the kiss. When he tilted his head and parted my lips with his to sink his tongue into my mouth, I groaned and slid my hands under his T-shirt to glide them over his warm skin.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow hungry and a little desperate. I shifted forward, pushing Rafe onto his back until I was on top of him without breaking the kiss, my cock brushing his through his pants as it stiffened. He shivered, letting his knees fall open and arching his hips briefly into mine. Our lips parted for as long as it took me to get his T-shirt off, and then I was crushing my mouth back to his and plunging my tongue inside, with more fervour this time as arousal heated my blood.
He was breathing faster when I finally left his mouth to kiss my way down his neck and chest, swirling my tongue around a nipple before continuing lower. His hips strained up when I nuzzled his navel, allowing me to tug his pants down and dump them on the bed.
“Dan,” he breathed, threading his fingers through my hair. Then he let out a sweet little gasp when I licked down the length of his cock and back up, before curling my hand around the base and tilting it off his stomach so I could kiss the tip.
He gasped again, then shuddered and moaned when I sucked him into my mouth, one hand smoothing down his thigh while the other cupped his balls. I bobbed my head slowly, taking him to the back of my throat again and again, relishing the way he started to squirm and pant beneath me.
Once he was painfully stiff and leaking in my mouth, I gave the head a final tonguing kiss before moving lower, nuzzling his balls as I cupped the backs of his knees and pushed them toward his chest. Rafe let go of my hair to clutch the bottom sheet, breathing raggedly as he tensed in anticipation.
He craned his head back and let out a broken moan when I lowered my mouth to his hole and gave it a soft lick. I swirled my tongue, groaning quietly against him, then pushed the tip of it past the first ring of muscle. He gasped, hips jolting, his hole clenching around my tongue. I groaned again and pushed a little deeper, sliding my hands down the backs of his thighs to grab his ass and tilt his hips even higher.
“Oh fuck,” Rafe panted, one hand shooting up to grip the edge of the mattress. I flicked my eyes up to see his Adam’s apple bob with a hoarse moan. His chest was flushed, toes flexing, his pale pink hair slowly working its way free from its bun as his head ground against the bed.
I slid my tongue free and lapped at his hole, moaning as it twitched. My cock was painfully hard, hanging between my legs, and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait before burying myself inside him.
Giving his hole one last lick, I shifted up his body and reached over his head to the nightstand, fumbling to grab the lube. Within seconds, I was lowering my coated fingers between his spread legs and smoothing them over his hole. Rafe groaned and grabbed my face, tugging me down to thrust his tongue into my mouth. When I pushed a finger deep, he gasped against my lips.
