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Liam didn’t know her or him, but he was pretty sure Teddy wouldn’t be making it up. He turned to Coury, who wore a huge smirk.
“Paul Bunyan probably doesn’t have a PhD.” Coury winked and picked up his drink. “He still your type?”
Liam bumped his shoulder to Coury’s. “He never was.”
* * *
Coury
Snapping the book shut, Coury yawned. Again. It had taken longer to get caught up after a week away from Liam.
Part of it was how close they sat. They used the basement just like always, but Liam had moved closer . . . close enough that Coury smelled the fresh scent of Liam’s expensive “calming” shampoo. It was hard to think when he was hard.
“I’m sorry we went so late.” He pushed the textbook into his bag. “I’ll get out of your way.”
He didn’t want to go, but he should.
“It’s late. You should stay here tonight.”
“I’m fine.”
Liam shifted to face him. “Didn’t we do this already?”
“Yes, but this time is different.” Liam wasn’t asking just because it was late.
“Yes, if anything the roads are icier now than the last time.”
Coury shook his head. “Liam. It’s a bad idea.”
“Why?” Liam’s voice shook a tiny bit. “We’re both adults.”
“I know what you’re asking, and I want that, too. More than I’ve let you know. But if I pitch like I know I can for that scout, I’m leaving for Podunkville USA in June.”
“I know.”
Coury wasn’t sure Liam really understood. “I’m afraid if we go any further, you’re going to be hurt when I leave.”
“I’ve liked you since I was twelve. These last few weeks . . .” He shrugged. “When you go, it’s going to hurt no matter what. I know what I’m asking.”
“Liam . . .” Beckett’s voice rang in his head. Don’t hurt him.
“If you don’t like me this way, then say no.” Liam was shaking.
Coury instinctively reached out. “I like you the way you think,” he whispered.
“Then stay.” He looked up, his eyes pleading. “Please?”
No matter what he did, he was going to hurt the person he only wanted to make happy. He tried to stick to reason but staring at Liam, his brain retreated.
“Are you sure?”
Lifting his head, Liam pressed his lip’s to Coury’s. It was soft and gentle. When he pulled back, he grabbed Coury’s hand and led him toward the stairs.
* * *
Liam
His body shook as he and Coury left the basement. The house was eerily quiet; they tried not to make noise.
Still holding Coury’s hand, he led the way to his bedroom. Every fantasy he’d had about Coury was about to be erased, replaced by memories. He ignored the voice screaming it was a mistake. Of course it was. Totally. But he didn’t care.
Once he left, Coury wouldn’t be back. There wouldn’t be another chance. If he was going to hurt, he wanted to know what it felt like to have Coury love him.
They reached the top of the stairs and Coury stopped him. “Any chance you have an extra toothbrush and mouthwash?”
“Sure, but why would you need that?” He smirked.
“Because I’m hoping I get to make out with this really hot guy I know. I don’t want to scare him away with bad breath.”
Liam’s heart tried to pound through his chest. “Unless you’re planning to make out with yourself, there won’t be any hot guys around here.”
Coury frowned. “Please don’t do that. You are so hot.”
“Thanks.” He couldn’t meet Coury’s gaze.
He tilted Liam’s head up. “Seriously. You’re beautiful.” Coury kissed him gently on the lips. “Toothbrush?” Coury asked again.
Laughing to hide his excitement, he ducked into the hall closet and came out with a blue and white toothbrush. He handed it over. “You go first.”
Liam retreated to his room. He moved his school bag off the bed, pulled down the duvet, and made sure he had supplies in the nightstand. The overhead light was too bright, so he shut it off and turned on the small lamp on his dresser. There was just enough light to see, but it added something to the mood.
He unbuttoned his shirt, then redid them, before deciding to ditch the shirt. Leaving on the T-shirt, he pulled off his socks but stayed in his jeans. Mostly to hide his hard-on.
The bathroom door opened and Coury walked tentatively into the room. He raked Liam with his gaze, but seemed . . .
“You okay?”
“What?” He blinked.
“You look uncertain.”
Coury snorted. “I’m nervous as fuck, Liam.”
“Me too.” He loved that Coury didn’t try to hide his feelings. “Let me get cleaned up.”
“I’ll be here.” He sat on the bed and hitched a thumb toward the door. “Go.”
Liam couldn’t remember what he did when he left the bathroom, but the minty taste said he’d done the most important part. Knowing Coury was sitting on his bed had his synapses firing at warp speed. Thinking about how to begin things made it worse.
