Gawain did the same.
Under the fricking light jacket, he wore only a T-shirt.
“We’ve got to get you into warmer clothes.”In high school, the twins had been taller and broader than me.In my late teens, I’d had a nice growth spurt—both up and out.Now, we were about the same size.
“I’d prefer to get out of these clothes.”He sniffed, then winced.
“Right, you’ve been traveling for what…” I couldn’t do the math in my head.
“A very long time.”He met my gaze.“I need a shower.”Slowly, he raised his right hand and trailed his index finger along my cheek.“This is so not the time, but I need to tell you that I had a crush on you in high school.So bad.I…”
Seeing that as permission, I stepped into his space.I grasped the back of his neck and brought his mouth to mine.
The kiss was everything I’d hoped for and nothing like what I’d expected.I was inexperienced.For me to take the lead was almost ridiculous.Yet, as he opened his mouth to let my exploring tongue venture in, a feeling of powerfulness tore through me.
Gawain wantedme.He’d had a crush onmein high school.
As his arms snaked around my waist and grabbed my ass, I allowed myself to be pulled closer.Through my denim, my cock perked up, unhappy about the constriction.
He pulled back.“While I shower, I want you in bed, waiting for me.”He cocked his head.“You’re a bottom, right?”
I nodded vigorously.Not all bottoms wereshy, but I was.And also inexperienced.By the time I’d found my courage to come out, I’d needed to come home.
“Do you have condoms and lube?”
My cheeks heated.“I, uh, gave some to all my siblings.I think Korden might’ve left his stash in his room when he moved out.”He’d been going steady with a woman for more than three years now.She was on birth control, so they’d ditched condoms.
Gawain clapped his hands.“Great, you prep, and I’ll shower.”He sprinted up the stairs and unerringly headed toward the guest bathroom.
A bit slower, I trudged up the stairs.I should’ve been jumping for joy, but part of me held back.To give Korden privacy, I’d moved into our parents’ bedroom about a month after they’d passed.It had never—not in a million years—occurred to me that I might have sex in there.Still, after detouring to Korden’s bedroom and securing supplies, I headed into my bedroom.I’d washed the sheets yesterday, so everything was clean.I hadn’t made the bed, but that didn’t matter since we were going to get right to it, apparently.
I headed into the bathroom, where I stripped, pissed, and brushed my teeth.I sweat little at work, so I was ashower in the morningguy.Just before I turned off the light, I caught a fleck of shimmering emerald paint in my scruff.As I scraped it off, I wondered if I should be shaving.
The sound of the shower shutting off slammed that door shut.I nabbed the lube and condoms and positioned myself in the center of the bed.Then I paused.I had toys, and I’d used them many times over the years.It was funny how doingthatin my parents' bed hadn’t bothered me.Still, as I spread my legs, coated my fingers, and pressed inside myself, a strange feeling settled over me.I was the adult.I had been for eight years.This house was now my responsibility.I ran the business.
And, for the first time in my life, I was about to have sex.We’d barely kissed, and we were heading right to anal.That should’ve felt wrong.Weren’t we supposed to do jerk and suck first?Get to know each other?As adults, not as teenagers.
Gawain appeared in the doorway, impressive in shadows, all muscle, sinew, and obvious strength.Dark stubble covered his jaw.My gaze followed the black hair on his chest that arrowed down his happy trail, and yeah, wow, he was definitely happy to see me.He advanced toward the bed, and as he came into the lamplight, his grin widened.“Oh, I like how you think.”
Which had me faltering.Was I supposed to—
He knelt on the bed and crawled over to me.“May I?”He indicated the lube.
I nodded furiously.
First, he donned a condom—which was an impressive enough sight to behold—then he coated his fingers and replaced mine.Slowly, he sank into me, watching my face and undoubtedly gauging my every reaction.
God, I want you so badly.
As if hearing my unspoken words, he twisted his fingers.Then he scissored.Then he sank deeper and unerringly hit my sweet spot.
My cock jerked, leaking a drop of precum from the tip.
“Gotta love the prostate.”He leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips.“Are you ready for me?”
Part of me wanted to scream that, yes, I’d been ready for him for more than half my life.The other part of me wanted to savor.I had no idea what tomorrow held.If he’d stay.If he’d go.Whether this was a quick fuck—a one-night stand—or if this meant as much to him as it did to me.
“Yeah, I’m ready.”To prove that, I pulled my knees up and out of the way.Exposing myself fully to him.
