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“What?” Charles’s gaze snapped to mine. “Are you kidding me? Jesus, Brian. I would devour you if I could.”
There was a twitch in my groin, heat flooding it, and goddamn, I wanted to be devoured.
“I love this.” He eased me back so I relaxed against the couch again, then cupped my pecs. “I can’t help wondering how your fur would feel against my face.”
“Jesus.” A wave of desire rolled down my body, followed by another.
“How would these taste?” He brushed his thumbs over each of my nipples, my cock beginning to stir.
“I…” I what? I didn’t even know what I was going to say. There was too much going on in my head, too many things I was feeling to be able to settle on one.
“I’d bury my face right in your pit and inhale your scent. I bet you smell good, Brian. I’d do the same in your groin if you wanted it.”
“Oh God.” I closed my eyes, focusing on his touch, the feel of his rough fingers as they played on the landscape of my chest, arms, shoulders, stomach. Charles didn’t stay in one place too long, didn’t linger, but he always went back, over and over and over again.
Despite how good this felt, how much I wanted him, there still seemed to be some block in my mind. I still wasn’t hard. For a minute, I’d thought I would end up that way, but my cock had softened again. Was that even what this was about, though? I had no idea. I just knew I needed to feel him and how incredible it was.
But this couldn’t be good for him. It was probably torture. Did Charles have an erection? Shame filled me, which just pulled me out of it.
I opened my eyes. The disappointment must have been clear on my face because Charles asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Feel silly makin’ ya do this.”
“You’re not making me do anything. There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be right now.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m being serious. Man, you’re stubborn. Do you like this? What I’m doing to you?”
“So much I can’t hardly stand it. This feels better than any sexual encounter I ever had. My head is just fucked up, and my dick don’t seem to work.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “Ugh! I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. It’s not a race. We just have to work on getting you out of your head. I’m not going anywhere, Brian.”
But he was at the end of the summer. I knew that wasn’t what he meant, though.
“Come on.” Charles pushed to his feet.
“Where are we goin’?”
“To your bed, unless you tell me you don’t want to.”
I did want, wanted it so much I could hardly breathe.
When Charles held out his hand for me, I took it. He pulled me to my feet, not letting me go as we went to my room.
He took his shoes off when we got there. “Can I use your bathroom?”
I motioned toward it and he went, not closing the door behind him as he took a piss. I just stood there, not sure what to do and feeling so damn out of my element. I couldn’t see him, didn’t let myself look, but I wanted to.
He washed his hands, and I went in. I pushed the door partly closed, took a piss, cleaned up, and when I came out, Charles was shirtless too. His body was more sculpted than mine, the cut of his abs deeper and more defined. He had a patch of hair on his pecs too, his skin golden and beautiful and…fuck, everything about him was beautiful.
“Do you feel comfortable stripping down to your underwear?”
I nodded, unable to speak around the block in my throat.
“Can I do it?”
“Yes,” I forced myself to say, voice rough.
He walked over to me, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then slowly pulled them down my thighs.
Get hard, get hard, get hard.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He ran his hands up my bare thighs. “Can I take my pants off too?”
“Yeah.”
I couldn’t pull my eyes off him as Charles took his jeans off. There was a bulge beneath his boxer briefs, showing me his erection.
I was in my underwear with another man, and he was hard…
I was disappointed that I wasn’t.
Charles turned off the lights, then took my hand again, pulling me to the bed. He clicked on the small lamp on my nightstand, then pulled back the blankets and climbed into my bed.
“Get in here, handsome.”
I did as he said, lying on my back. “Tell me again,” I said, trying to set free the words locked inside me.
“Tell you what?”
“What you said by the SUV in the parking lot.”
It took a moment, but then he said, “I want to kiss you.”
“Yes.”
Charles was on his stomach. He pushed up onto his elbows, cupped my face, and turned my head so I faced him. My heart raced, but I wanted this. It didn’t matter that he was a man and I’d never been with one or attracted to one. It didn’t matter that my stupid fucking dick still wasn’t hard. All that mattered was how he made me feel, and for the first time in maybe my whole life, someone made me feel good. Wanted. At peace.
