Wesley
Hendrix,of course, tried to stay longer than necessary. We were down to a handful of friends and he seemed focus on outlasting all of them. Thankfully, all it took was a guarded look from Grayson to Miles, and my brother was out the door before he even realized his coat was on. Maybe Mileshadtalked to Henny and the message just hadn’t been received.
With my brother out of the way, Grayson kept a careful eye on Colin, who even in the absence of my older brother, maintained a more than acceptable space between us. Colin had stayed close after we left my bedroom, but not in a way that would have sparked interest or concern from anyone who didn’t know what we’d just done…what we wanted to do.
I didn’t drink a thing for the rest of the night, not daring to wash the taste of him out of my mouth. I’d kissed Colin. I kissed another man, and I liked it. I more than liked it, and I especially liked the weight of his cock and balls in my hand while I kissed him.
The party had died down to the three of us and three of Grayson’s friends. They all looked like they were quite close, and it wasn’t long after Hendrix and Miles left that Grayson led his friends down the hall and waved goodnight to Colin and me. We were sitting on the couch, half a foot between us, and after the door down the hall opened and closed, neither of us moved. Music started to play, a steady bass beat vibrating through the wall.
“Do you want to go talk in your room?” Colin asked, his right leg bouncing like mad.
“Honestly, the talking part is what makes me nervous,” I admitted.
He gave a low laugh and stood, stretching out his hand for me. I threaded our fingers together and let him lead me down the hall to my bedroom. He closed the door behind us and locked it, then leaned against it, much like when I’d kissed him last.
“I know what you’re going to say,” I blurted, spinning away from him and looking out the window. The sun had been down for hours and the horizon wasn’t anything more than a dark blur where the ocean faded into the sky. It was effortless and terrifying. It was infinite.
“I doubt that” he murmured, amusement coloring his voice.
The question felt like a joke, or a trick. He was going to tell me that we had to take things slow, that we had to come out to my brother. That it wasn’t good to keep secrets. That we had to make good decisions. I frowned at the suspicion, tensing when he came to stand next to me by the window.
“What do you think I have to say?” he asked.
“That we have to tell my brother.”
“Telling your brother about this is the last thing on my mind.”
My head snapped toward him, my gaze finding his profile as he kept his attention focused out the window.
“Are you serious? You’re really saying we should lie to him?”
“What?” His brow furrowed and he glanced sideways at me. “That’s not what I said.”
“You said not to tell him.”
“I said not to lie,” he corrected.
Colin shifted, turning toward me and carefully curling his hands around my waist. He pulled me toward him and I went willingly, moving until our bodies pressed together and I had to dip my head back to look up at him. That close, I could see a streak of white stubble up the angle of his jaw and I wanted to know if the coarse hairs would hurt…against my skin, my tongue, my cock.
“This is new for both of us,” Colin whispered, licking his lips. “In a lot of ways. I think it’s okay for it to be ours for a while, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Alright then.” Colin dragged one of his hands from my waist to the side of my neck. His palms were clammy and hot, but his stare didn’t waver. “Make me yours.”
A nervous laugh bubbled out of me and I tore away from him, turning and bending low at the knees. I scrubbed both hands down my face, then fought with my hair and paced all the way to my locked bedroom door.
“You can’tsayshit like that to me,” I whined, my legs giving out. I fell to my knees and bowed forward, the mess of desire and confusion a jumbled disaster in my brain.
Was it always going to be like this?
“Hey.” Colin’s voice was soft as he went to his knees beside me. He settled a hand against the center of my back, stroking up and down the length of my spine until I righted myself and shifted toward him.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He smiled at me, and I felt it warm my blood for how sincere it was. “This is ours and whatever that means can happen on our own timetable.”
“That sounds like something you’d say,” I muttered.
