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“Yeah. We’ll need it for... you know. At least, that’s what the book said.”
Humor seemed the only way to assuage the rampaging butterflies in his stomach. “You got anything else under there I need to see?”
Michael laughed, and Keith knew his instincts were solid. They were both nervous.
“You haven’t answered my question.” Michael took a deep breath and placed his hand on Keith’s thigh. “Do you want us to—”
Keith stopped his words with a fervent kiss, his hand on Michael’s neck, and Michael let out a low moan. Their foreheads touched. “Yes, I want that. If you’re sure.”
Michael shivered. “In that case...” He straightened. “I’ll be right back.” He stood.
“Wait—where are you going?”
He pointed to the ceiling. “Bathroom. Something I’ve gotta do first, now I know we’re gonna—”
His words sank in. “Me too.” Keith was on his feet in a heartbeat. There was something he needed to do too. By the time he reached the bathroom on the second floor, his heart was pounding, and only one thought reverberated in his head.
We’re gonna have sex.
When Keith reached the bottom of the basement stairs again, he stopped. “Did it get warmer in here?”
Michael smiled. “I thought a space heater might come in handy.”
The temperature wasn’t the only thing that had changed.
The table in front of the TV set was gone, and in its place on the floor was a comforter and pillows. The condoms and KY stood next to them.
“You know, you have a perfectly good bed upstairs,” Keith quipped, retreating into humor. Because the sight of that comforter conjured up images that made him hot and cold at the same time.
Michael’s cheeks were tinged with red. “I know. But we’ll be left alone down here. And if anyone opens that door we’ll know about it. In my room we’d have no warning.” His eyes twinkled. “You know, in case we’re... doing something.” He sat on the comforter and gazed expectantly at Keith. “Well? Are you going to join me? Or did you change your mind?”
Keith walked to the makeshift bed and sat. “Jesus, my heart...”
Michael lay on his back, his arms wide. “Come here and kiss me.”
As if he could refuse an invitation to his favorite pastime.
Keith lay beside him and lost himself in Michael’s kisses, all of them slow and sweet. He loved that. It was as if every time they did this, they seemed to rediscover each other all over again, and each kiss felt like the first.
“I wanted to wait until we were both eighteen,” Michael murmured against his lips. “But I have to tell you, it’s been hard.”
Keith laughed. “Oh, I’m sure it has.”
Michael swatted him on the shoulder. “You know what I mean.” He flushed. “But yeah, you’re right. It has been. So, so hard.” He grabbed Keith’s hand and drew it to his crotch. “Like it is now, when I’m thinking about finally getting naked with you.”
Keith caught his breath at the feel of stiffness beneath the denim. “I want to see it,” he whispered.
Michael nodded, and sat up to remove his T-shirt. Keith couldn’t resist. He knelt up, placed his hand to Michael’s chest, and stroked the warm flesh, his fingertips brushing over Michael’s nipple, creating an eruption of bronze pebbled skin around it. That taut little nub called to him, and he leaned in to kiss it. Michael’s soft exhale told him his instincts were sound, and he flicked it with his tongue.
“Oh Lord, who knew that would feel so... amazing?”
Keith sucked the nipple, feeling it harden. Then Michael grasped the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up over Keith’s head and flinging it aside. Michael fumbled with the button on his own jeans, and his feet got caught as he tried to remove the garment. Both of them laughed. Keith got in on the act, struggling to free his legs from his jeans. All that was left was their underwear, and he couldn’t stop staring at Michael’s crotch, his hard dick tenting the soft blue cotton.
Michael’s chest rose and fell as he pushed his thumbs under the waistband and eased the briefs over his hips, his cock springing up. He knelt, his dick pointing toward Keith, waiting.
Keith copied his actions, and at last they were nude, both of them trembling. Michael gave him a gentle push, and Keith ended up on his back, his head on a pillow. Michael straddled his thigh and leaned over him, his weight on his hands as he lowered his head and kissed Keith, as slow and measured as before. Keith kissed Michael’s lips, neck, and shoulders before moving his hand lower to touch Michael’s dick that was just within reach, loving the shiver that coursed through him with each glide of his fingers along the silky-soft shaft.
He gazed into Michael’s eyes. “Does that feel good?”
