“Kian.”
He stops in the doorway and turns around. “Yes?”
I take a deep breath. “I’ve never—”
He folds his arms and leans against the wall. “Have you thought about it?”
I nod. My lungs are hurting from holding my breath.
“So, you’re bicurious?”
“Yes.” The word comes out in a rush of air.
“Maybe it would be good to have a first experience with someone you know.” He pushes away from the wall and steps towards me. “Someone you trust.”
“But you’re…”
“Me?” he asks.
“Rufus’s brother.”
“Ah.” He looks at the floor, his lips downturned. Then he lifts his chin and grins. “I’ve got more experience with guys than Rufus.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
His grin morphs into a kind smile. “I know. I’ll leave you to it.” He turns away.
“Kian.”
He looks over his shoulder.
“I don’t want to use you.”
“You wouldn’t be. I’m offering to suck you off, Jett. No strings, I promise. Besides, if you think I won’t enjoy myself, you’re deluded.”
I laugh, even if it comes out as a nervous chuckle. “All right.” I wince. “Sorry, that came out wrong.”
“Take your time.”
“I’d like you to—would you—?”
“Yes. I’d love to.”
A shiver snakes down my spine, and my dick twitches. I don’t know if it was what he said or the soft, quiet way he said it, but my cock is throbbing now. I’m sure I’m going to spill my load the second he touches it.
He kneels in front of me and looks into my eyes as he puts his hands on my knees and parts my legs so that he can shuffle between them. “It’s okay,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” He unfolds the towel and lays the ends on either side of me. His gaze skims over my cock and then back up to my eyes. “You’re beautiful, Jett.”
My heart thrashes as he leans towards my cock. His eyes are still on mine, and it’s impossible to look away from him. Every muscle in my body tenses.
He pauses. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I squeak.
“Do you want me to go?”
I shake my head.
He keeps staring into my eyes. His smile is radiant. “Ready?”
