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“But, Xan, delayed gratification isn’t a bad thing, you know?” His voice is velvety near my ear. “But a little rich boy knows nothing about that, do you?”
“Never been too patient. You should know that, Farmer. And anyway, by the way you manhandled my beast, there’s nothing small about it.”
“Sure as fuck, there’s truth there,” he returns.
“So, what are we going to do? As we both give the other a chance to come to our senses?” I ask.
“We can finish twenty questions.” Clark’s suggestion isn’t a bad one. I can find out more about this man that both my cock and body want.
“Okay,” I agree. “Whose turn is it?”
“Fuck if I know, but why don’t you go first,” he offers.
“Wow, quite the gentleman. Okay, going in hot, Farmer. What got you so freaked out? You pushed me against the wall. Were you fighting against your human desire?”
“You’ve just asked two questions, you know?”
He has me on a technicality. “Tough titty said the kitty. You can ask me two next,” I offer.
He clears his throat. In the last twenty-four hours, I’ve studied him. I’ve always taken notice of Clark Farmer because he’d been my competition in everything. Still, I’m looking at him in a different light, and one thing he does when he’s a little uncomfortable is clear his throat like he’s warring with his mind and heart.
“You took care of me. That in of itself is sexy. I see your heart, and you’re not always the rotten and spoiled kid I’ve hated since that day at the house when our poor mothers had to pull us apart. You scared me and I fought back. I wouldn’t be your victim, so I gave, just like you did. But what would have happened if I didn’t? Would you have bullied me throughout school, and not to sound like a broken record, but you declared war on me. I never wanted to hate you at first, but it was self-preservation, you know?”
I’ve been staring at the fire embers, but the vulnerability seeps from his words when he says self-preservation. There’s an emotion, and I can place it, and fuck do I know it. It’s hurt. Plain and simple because it’s the same way I speak to my mother about my dickhead father, and I never want to be the source of someone’s pain in that way.
Do I go into the shit show that is my father and the pressures I felt as early as kindergarten? At every turn, I’ve let him down. It didn’t matter that I was a quarterback through high school. I didn’t go on to play in college like Clark, and that made me inferior in Lyle Lynol’s eyes. Or when I was valedictorian, I tied so I wasn’t number one. But this is Clark sharing his pain and story, and it’s not the time to explain or excuse myself from my own wrongs.
“I can accept everything you’re saying, Clark. I mean, I’ve been an asshole a good portion of my life, to you and you alone.”
There’s a space between us, not too much, but enough that I can reach out and touch him. I want to, but I need to find out where his headspace is.
“I gave it as good as you did. I could have done many things differently, Xan.”
He’s falling on his sword for me. “You’re right though, it was me who started it. I guess it comes as no surprise that I was jealous. And it’s why I continued.”
He turns his body to me. “Jealous of me, really?”
“Yeah, and it’s a conversation to have later on, but not now. I promise it’s something we can get to, eventually.”
He accepts my answer with a slight nod and a wink but continues. “Okay, so now I get to ask you two questions.” Clark taps his chin, and it’s adorable. Fuck, he’s cute.
“Come on, Farmer, we don’t have all day,” I quip.
He’s hot and cold, and I understand why. And I want to touch him more. In two days, we’ve gone from enemies to enemies that now love to touch one another.
“Why do you want me all of a sudden?” Pinching my eyebrows together, he doesn’t accept my mock surprise. “Not to be full of myself, Xan, but I assume you want to do it again. There’s a feral look in your eyes.”
There is a feral needto take this man. If we were out of bed, I’d back him up against a wall and attack his mouth, or maybe fall to my knees and take his cock again.
“I see you as you, Clark, with no outside factors. When have we ever had just that? Nothing between us but the raw reality of this attraction. You can be angry at me for being the bad guy, and I’m not denying it. You weren’t going to be someone’s victim, so you fought back, but fuck, you and me here, our chemistry is undeniable. You take out all that other shit, it’s just you and me, and I can admit I want to fuck you. But the more appropriate question is can you admit that?”
He physically adjusts himself, my words affecting him in a way I like. He can’t deny it. Not in how his cock, under all the blankets, stands up, and both our eyes trail down to his very obvious hard-on.
“You just asked a question, and I will ask the questions, not you.”
“Okay, but I will demand an answer next,” I say.
“And what happens when we return to the real world, Xan, and we’re sworn enemies again?”
