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Those words, spoken so softly, so lovingly, made Miles’s stomach do weird things.
“What’s your type? Physically, I mean. Be specific,” Miles asked.
Beckett looked embarrassed, but he answered, nonetheless. “Freckles. Blond hair.”
“Does this guy have both of those features?”
Beckett nodded very slightly.
“Why don’t you tell him how you feel?” Miles asked.
“It’s too much of a risk.”
“Because it’d hurt if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings?”
“Yes, that. But it’d also ruin other things,” Beckett said.
“Maybe he feels the same way about you,” Miles said.
“I don’t know. Sometimes he acts like it, and I get hopeful, but then…”
“Then what?” Miles prompted.
“Then I think he’s only being friendly,” Beckett finished.
That was a legitimate concern. Where was the line between friendship and romance? If Miles was being honest, he wasn’t sure how to answer that. Luckily, it was a question irrelevant to him.
“Do you want to be his boyfriend?” Miles asked.
Beckett gave him a flat look, which he deserved.
Miles lowered his voice. “Do you want to sleep with him?”
Again, the same flat look.
“Do you have fantasies about him?”
“Fantasies?” Beckett repeated.
“You know. About what you’d do to him, if you could.”
“Of course.”
Miles waited.
“You want to hear them?” Beckett asked.
“Yeah,” Miles said, and his voice came out lower than he expected. He was just a little breathless. It was the novelty of it all, of the way Beckett was talking about sex with him right now. He still couldn’t believe it was happening.
Beckett shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Please,” Miles begged. “I won’t judge you. I won’t tell anyone. I just…really want to know.”
Beckett stared at him for a long time. Long enough for the back of Miles’s neck to tickle. Then, Beckett’s eyes fluttered close. When he spoke, his voice was soft. “I fantasize about giving him head. He wouldn’t have to reciprocate or touch me or anything. He wouldn’t even have to take his clothes off. He could just sit there. If he’d let me suck him off, that’d be enough. I’d do…” he let out a self-deprecating laugh, “crazy things just to suck his dick. I’d crawl to him, hands and knees. I’d beg.”
Miles’s breath hitched.
“But, if I’m being honest, I’d settle for less. Kissing the insides of his thighs. Licking his stomach. Rubbing my face against the front of his pants. That’s how much I want him. I know it sounds desperate.”
