“I’d like that.”
I led him upstairs, sat, and pulled him onto my lap. I wasn’t sure which of us instigated it, but within seconds, we were kissing again, inhaling each other’s oxygen like it would run out. I wrapped my arms around his back and manoeuvred him so he was lying on the sofa as I straddled him.
“You are an amazing kisser,” I told him.
Jae beamed. “So are you.”
I slammed my mouth against his again, desperate to taste more of him. My cock ached. He was hard too. I wanted to rub mine against his, give us both relief. I stopped myself. Jae wasn’t some conquest I picked up in a nightclub. He was someone I’d known since I was seven years old. I didn’t want to treat him like a one-night stand. Not that I knew what I wanted beyond another kiss.
I rested my forearms on either side of his head so I could stroke his thick, coarse hair. “You’re beautiful.”
“Right back at you.”
I nuzzled his nose and then stole a kiss, dipping my tongue into his mouth.
Jae’s eyebrows tugged together. “What are we doing?”
“Kissing.”
The corner of his mouth lifted into a weak smile. “Other than that?”
“Enjoying each other’s company.”
Jae breathed in slowly. “Are we hooking up?”
“I think so. It feels like we are.”
He trapped his lower lip between his teeth. “What about Dillon?”
My cock deflated like a sad balloon. I sat upright and stared at the dark TV screen. “I don’t know.”
Jae scrabbled upright too. “I’m sorry. I wrecked things, didn’t I?”
I shook my head. “We do need to talk about Dillon.” I glanced at Jae. “Do you think he’ll be pissed if we hook up?”
“I don’t know.”
I scratched my stubble. I didn’t know either. When Dillon asked me to take care of his best friend, I doubted he meant for me to do it by kissing and potentially screwing Jae.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked after the silence had become uncomfortable.
Jae shifted onto his knees and put his hand over my cheek. “No.” He stared into my eyes. “You are sweet, amazing, and sexy. Why would I want to stop kissing you?”
I put my hand on the small of his back and nudged him onto my lap. He straddled me, achingly close to my cock.
“Just kissing?”
Jae blushed. “For now. Is that okay?”
“That’s fine by me.” I wanted more but was happy to go at Jae’s pace. “What about Dillon?”
“I don’t know.”
I hitched a breath. “Why don’t we figure out what we want first? If this is just a fling, he doesn’t need to know. If we decide we want more, then we can tell him.”
Doubt flooded Jae’s eyes. “Do you think that’s the right thing to do?”
“Fuck knows. No one gave me a ‘how to be an awesome big brother’ manual when Dillon was born.”
