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“Come on. Last I heard, you were single.” His hand went to his crotch again, and I contemplated just kneeing him in the balls, but the bar owners were strict on any kind of violence, and I didn’t want to get us barred from Elliot’s favourite place.
My mouth and body swung straight into action before my brain had a chance to keep up. “He’s not single,” I bit out in the same icy tone as I slid my arm around Elliot’s waist, pulling him into me. “He’s with me.”
Then I cupped the back of his neck with my free hand and slanted my mouth across his.
There was a shocked intake of breath, quickly followed by a sigh, and then I was suddenly making out with my best friend, backing him into the wall as our tongues slid against each other’s, and his arms came up to wrap around my back.
Fuckinghell, Elliot could kiss. Where had he been hiding this skill? I kissed him harder, my mind briefly reminding me of the fact that I was kissing my best friend in the entire world, who also happened to be male, but I ignored it in favour of enjoying the way his mouth moved against mine, his heart beating rapidly against my chest as I pressed him into the wall.
He arched into me, and, oh. He washard. Was that from kissing me? A rumble of satisfaction came from my throat, surprising me, followed by my second surprise, which was thatI was also getting hard.
Well, fuck me sideways. This was a very unexpected development.
I finally broke the kiss, not that I wanted to, but the Gary guy was saying something, an irritating buzz in my ear that made me want to punch him in the mouth. I resisted. Just.
“Will you just go the fuck away? Go and bother some other person. Elliot’s not interested, and if you come on to him again, you won’t like the consequences.”
“You’re really with him?” His eyes narrowed at Elliot as he did his best to ignore me shooting daggers with my eyes. After a long moment, during which I coughed discreetly, Elliot nodded.
“Did my tongue down his throat not give you enough of a clue?” I deliberately turned my back to Gary, facing Elliot. He stared back at me, his eyes wide and wild, his high cheekbones flushed, and his lips swollen and glistening from our kiss. He looked completely stunned.
Lowering my head to his, I rubbed my palm over his back in what I hoped was a soothing way. “Hey. E. Are you okay? Talk to me.”
His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.
“Did I break you? Was my kissing that good?”
Finally, he spoke, his voice a cracked whisper. “Did that really happen, or was it a hallucination?”
“Believe me, a hallucination couldn’t kiss you as good as the real me,” I stated, confident in my skills. I’d had plenty of opportunities to hone said skills, after all. But Elliot… “Speaking of, where the fuck did you learn to kiss like that?”
“I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “I don’t know what’s happening right now.”
I raised my voice. “Gary thought you were single. You’re not. He is, in fact, deluded, and he needs to take a fucking hint and leave us alone.” The final part of my sentence came out as a growl, feeling Gary’s slimy presence still right behind me.
“We should kiss again.” Sheer panic came over Elliot’s face as soon as he said the words, the colour draining from his skin, but there was something in his wide eyes…
I stared at him, my momentary surprise replaced by the reminder that I was helping my best friend out, keeping this creep away from him, and even though I wasn’t gay or anything, it wasn’t exactly a hardship to kiss him. “Yeah, maybe we should.” Brushing my lips across his again, I lost myself in the sensations of his mouth, the kiss softer but deeper than before. His lean, strong body felt good against mine—not even weird because we’d hugged thousands of times over the years—and I had that same sense of gratification I’d had earlier when I felt his hardness pressing into me. This time, I experimented with tugging his lip between my teeth, earning me a barely audible whimper that made my dick pulse with satisfaction.
Fuck, I was good at this, wasn’t I? Maybe I’d been missing out all these years. Why hadn’t I ever tried anything with other guys? There was a whole world of opportunity out there that I’d been wasting. My hand slid down Elliot’s back, making his whole body shiver as I pulled him even closer.
“No. Wait. Stop.”
It took me a minute to recognise that he’d stopped kissing me. I drew back, blinking, and when the haze of lust cleared, the first thing I noticed was the wary look that had appeared on his face. The second thing I noticed was that Gary had finally taken the hint and disappeared. It was a fucking miracle.
“Ander, we can’t do this…it’s not a good idea.” Elliot pushed away from me, and I dropped my grip on him.
“Hey, it’s okay. It was just a kiss. Two kisses,” I amended when he just stared at me. “We got rid of that creepy twat, and now we go back to normal. Don’t overthink it. A kiss is just a kiss.”
He mumbled something like, “Maybe to you,” as he rubbed his hand across his face. When he lowered it and met my eyes again, he nodded once, decisively. “Just a kiss. And we’ll never speak of it again, right?”
I shrugged. “’Course, if that’s what you want. It’s really not a big deal, E.”
Something pained flashed in his gaze, but it was gone before I could make sense of it. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It’s not a big deal.”
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Ander kissed me. I kissed Ander.
