“Nice. Familiar but also brand new, if that makes any sense at all.”
He kisses my shoulder and then rests his chin there. “It makes perfect sense, Fitz. That’s how I feel too.”
Chapter7
Adrian
Fitz is snuggled against me when his alarm wakes me up. It’s far too early on a Sunday morning, but I know he has to get up and get to the shop. I knock his alarm off and take a moment to appreciate that my mostly naked best friend is cuddled up to me. Everything that happened after Vanessa opened her mouth feels like a dream, and yet I’m definitely in Fitz’s bed, we’re only in our underwear, and I’m turned on by having him so close. The second he wakes up, he’s going to feel that I’m hard for him. I can’t decide if I should be mortified by that or happy that my cock is desperate to tell him I’m into him.
It’s strange. He’s been right under my nose this whole time. Is Vanessa right? Has it been obvious to everyone else while we’ve been utterly oblivious?
“Fitz.” I brush my lips over his shoulder and gently shake him.
“Huh?” he asks sleepily.
“That was your alarm. It’s time to wake up.”
He sucks in a breath and then twists around, so he’s staring into my eyes. He pats my face.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Making sure you’re real.”
I laugh. “I’m real.”
“It wasn’t a dream?”
He’s still patting me, but he’s moved to my chest. It’s quite nice to have him touch me, even if it’s a little forceful.
“Not a dream.”
“Are you sure?”
“Want me to prove it?”
Fitz purses his lips. “How?”
I roll him onto his back and kiss him, which feels amazing. His lips are soft, and his tongue responds beautifully as I brush mine over his. He puts his arms around my neck, which I take as encouragement to deepen the kiss. He groans, and the sound goes straight to my cock, which aches with need. I’m not sure if that’s good, considering how worried about everything Fitz was last night.
I’m worried too. He made lots of good points. We’re exploring something beyond the boundary of friendshipanddiscovering that maybe neither of us is as straight as we thought we were. I guess the fact that my brain, heart, and dick want my male best friend means I’m probably bisexual.
I need to do more kissing and less overanalysing of every little thing. I know how to kiss, and doing so with Fitz is amazing. But I also have to breathe, so I move my lips from his and run my knuckles over his cheek.
“Was that good enough to prove this is real?”
Fitz hums. “Maybe. I might still be half-asleep, though, so my mindmightbe playing tricks on me.”
I’m so glad he’s being silly with me again. Last night, he was the most serious I’ve ever seen him. I’m happy to keep on proving to him that this is real, so I kiss him again. And again. Honestly, I could kiss him in bed all day, but hedoeshave to get up. As for me, well, I’m up already, in a different sense.
“You have to get to work,” I say.
“I do, don’t I?” He runs his fingers through my beard.
I’ve never let anyone do that before. A couple of my hook-ups tried, and I politely asked them not to, but I don’t mind him doing it.
“Will you still be here when I get home?” Fitz asks.
“Duh, I live here.”
