“I had a very nice night tonight,” Wes said. “It was a lot offun.”
Art was at a loss for words, which was interesting because the conversation on the Uber ride back had been so free and lively. This was more like how he’d felt before they’d gone on their date—tense, uneasy, feeling like he wasn’t sure where any of it would lead. He knew Wes would have to make the first move, because he certainly wasn’t going to encourage it. But then he felt like he needed to, and what was the point of remaining apprehensive and not making a move, like that day in thepark?
He pushed past his defenses and moved to Wes, putting his lips against his, and before he knew it, Wes had his hand at the back of his head, stroking softly, Art tasting his wet, delicious mouth, relaxing as he enjoyed the experience of being so close to this man who intrigued him in a way he never suspected he could be intrigued. They pulled closer together, and Wes pushed him back against the door. Art could feel the bulge lengthening in Wes’s pants, and it stimulated his own intense arousal. It was this chemistry again that they seemed to have the power to ignitetogether.
As quickly as their bodies had pulled together, as if by some irresistible force, Wes pulled away, gasping. “I think I should head back to my place before I ravage you here in thehall.”
“You don’t have to go,” Art said, forcing himself to make another bold move because he didn’t want to miss out on anopportunity.
“If this was a situation where I only wanted you for that, I would take you up on it. But I really like you, and I want it to be more than me taking you out on one date and us sharing that. Although, if you don’t want to see me again, then a quickie wouldn’t kill me,” heteased.
Art smiled, and he could feel his face warming onceagain.
“Do you want to see me again?” Wesasked.
“Of course I want to see youagain.”
Art felt like this adolescent kid in those early stages of dating guys, when they seemed so good at saying all the right things that worked him up, all those things that led him to becoming ensnared in their little traps and games. This was different, though. At least when he was younger, Art had felt like he had something that could keep themaround.
Could Wes have really just enjoyed being around him? Could he have really wanted more with him just because of who hewas?
As Wes moved in for another kiss, Art’s childish thoughts settled. Wes hooked an arm around him, and their lips slammed together onceagain.
Wes growled softly. Such a primal reaction. Like so many of the things Wes did, it made Art feel desired, and as Wes kissed across his face, Art found himself tipping his head back, relaxing into a powerful force that moved through him, this energy he didn’t realize was still inside hisbody.
Wes whispered in his ear, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you for very long,” and then he offered a kiss against the side of Art’s face before pulling away once again, leaving Art’s body in this unbearable state ofsuspense.
Art knew what he wanted, what he needed. There were plenty of days when he could go without pleasuring himself, but it felt painful that Wes was going to leave him likethat.
“All right. I’m definitely going to bed,” Wes said, offering one more briefkiss.
Far toobrief.
“See you at breakfast tomorrow?” Wes asked. “Maybe we should get there a little early to beat the crew. Eight thirtyalright?”
“That’sperfect.”
Don’tgo.
He did, and as Art recovered from the sensations racing through him, he tried to convince himself that was for thebest.
Wes headed down the hall, and Art entered his unit and closed the door, falling back against it, taking deep breaths as he tried to process everything that happened that night. The connection with Wes, the conversations, the laughs, the flirtations, the manykisses.
As Art had told Wes, when he’d first arrived at Heathrow Estates, he’d assumed that part of his life was over. He’d resigned himself to enjoying his conversations with friends and his hobbies and interests. Then Wes had entered his life once again. Despite how much he’d enjoyed it at first, and how he found it fun to dream about what it could mature into, he’d never imagined that what he felt could have arisen betweenthem.
In the back of his mind, he hoped…What if it isn’t overyet?
