Heat prickled at my skin. “Uh, no.”
“Elaborate.” Beau waved his fingers at me. “Why not? Just curious, because that’s fine by me. I’ll be your curiosity fuck if you want.” He sounded like he might be upset now.
“I wasn’t...” I held my hands. “That’s not what this is.”
He narrowed his blue eyes. “Then what is it? Bored tonight? Your best friend is gay, right? You ever kissed him or thought about it? Maybe curious about what it would be like to be with him?”
“No, Killian’s not...he’s bi, but we never... Not once. He’s like a brother to me.”
There was something electric in this room right now. Something I couldn’t put a finger on. Maybe it was the way Beau was looking at me or the way he made me feel desired. Not for being Dean Frost, the guitar player of Mulligan Downtown, but for just being me.
“Killian and Matthias. They are constantly going at it. Like, all the time.”
Beau stepped closer to me. “Does it turn you on when you hear them?”
“Yes,” I whispered. My cock suddenly throbbed in my jeans. Oh. Oh, wow. It was nearly painful.
Another step closer. “You wanted to know what it was like? What they’re experiencing?” He was so close I could smell the mint from his toothpaste. See the way his eyes flashed with desire.
“Fuck yes.” I groaned. “They sound like they’re really enjoying it. Sex has always been fun for me, but not like that.” If he touched me now, I wouldn’t stop him. I would welcome him with open arms.
“Why me?” Beau asked. “Why not some faceless stranger you never had to see again?”
My eyes dipped to his mouth. Pink lips that were nicer than any girls I had seen, and I meant that. They looked soft. I bet they tasted amazing. “You...”
“I’m attracted to you. Is that it, Dean?” When I nodded, Beau used one finger to tilt my head back up to meet his ocean blueeyes. “Youwanted someone who wantedyou.”I swallowed down the nerves in my throat. “Someone who would take care of you, make sure your needs were taken care of before their own. No one has ever done that for you before, have they?” He leaned forward so his lips were against my ear. “I can do all of those things for you, but I meant what I said. You have to tell me. You have to say the words.”
Beau’s eyes were wide as he waited for my answer. He was so close that if I reached out, I could touch him.Touch him.I itched to dig my fingers into the front of his shirt, but I held back. I was no novice when it came to sex, but when it came to sex with a man? I had no idea what to do. I didn’t want to mess it up.
“What does it feel like?”
“To be with a man or the sex?”
“Both.”
Beau moved to turn the water on in the tub, the heat from his body no longer near me. I wasn’t like my brother, who was always cold and searching for warmth, but I was suddenly freezing without him near me.
“It’s different from being with a woman. Women are soft, have curves and smell like fruit or flowers. Men, we’re harder, have muscles in places you wouldn’t notice until you touch them. We can be rough with one another without being afraid of breaking.” He glanced over his shoulder at me again. “My first time with a man was when I was eighteen. He was older, more experienced, but like you, I was curious.” Beau motioned for me to come closer. “We’re going to take care of your hair now.”
I slowly knelt down in front of the tub. “And you liked it? Being with another man?” My entire body trembled with anticipation as I waited for his answer. Would I like it? I thought I would.
“Obviously.” Beau chuckled. “I prefer to be with men, but I’ll take whatever I can get.” I heard the rustle of the plastic bag ashe took out the hair dye. I had gotten bleach to get out the green and then the pink. “You’re sure about this?”
I nodded. “Yes.” But I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the color or being with him. The answer was for both questions.
“Okay.” There was amusement in his voice. “You might want to take off your shirt, so we don’t ruin it.” Then he was behind me, his chest at my back, turning on the water in the tub as I removed my top. “Relax, Dean.” Beau’s voice was in my ear as he gently pushed my head forward. He slowly wet my hair, and I let out a low groan as he massaged my head. My cock stiffened in my jeans again. He reached up to flip off the faucet, and I felt a towel wrap around my shoulders.
I glanced behind me to watch Beau get the bleach kit together without a word. When our eyes met, he smiled at me, and I felt a blush creep up my neck. “I appreciate the help.” I needed to fill the awkwardness with something. Anything to not think about how hard my dick was right now. The ache in my balls. The need to come. I wanted Beau to kiss me. I want to feel his big, hard body against mine. I’d let him do just about anything to me right now.
“I don’t mind.” He moved back toward me. “My sister is a hairdresser. I might have helped her a time or two.” He coated my hair with the bleach solution, and the smell made my cock soften. “What made you pick green the first time?”
I grinned. “Kill said it matched my eyes.”
“It does. Tilt your head to the left for me?” Beau’s shirt brushed my bare back, and my length perked back up again. “You think your fans will be upset? That you changed it?”
I bit my lip. “Probably, but they’ll get over it. They did when I pierced my tongue.” I caught the way his breath hitched. Huh, guess he liked that. “You have any piercings?”
“Can’t say I do. Can you move your head down for me, Dean?”
