Beck’s grin sent a flutter through my chest, a delicate tingling that took root inside me and didn’t show any signs of leaving.
Breaking the moment, Beck clapped me on the shoulder and headed to the couch. I fed the firstdisc to the PS5 and plopped next to him, reaching for my food. Cold, but still good.
The powerful opening scene had us both leaning forward, and we stayed like that until Hugh Jackman fought in a cage. The metallic sound of his fist hitting his opponent’s face made Beck flinch before he met my gaze. We nodded in unison in awe and lingered. Were we just friends watching a movie together? Or was this a date? I had no idea, but I sure as fuck wanted to kiss him again. Hell, I’d lick the ketchup from the corner of his lips if he let me.
Beck looked back at the TV, but his flushed cheeks told me his thoughts might align with mine. We continued with our fries, and I tried to focus on the movie, not on the incessant need to reach for Beck’s hand. I remembered watching the fight scene years ago and how my fascination with Logan grew with each rewatch. Did I want to be like him? Not really. But the allure of a dangerous man who was also kind and hot as fuck caused me to rethink my view of my straightness overall.
The washing machine beeped halfway through the movie, so I went to move the clothes to the dryer. On my way back, I ventured to grab more beer. “How about popcorn?” I yelled from the kitchen.
“Let me at least make it.” Beck’s voice sounded behind me. My startled reaction wasn’t a flinch but a warm shiver down my spine. My nape tingled as if in anticipation ofhis lips there. God, why did I want his lips on my neck so much right now?
“Sure. Show me your cooking skills.” I smirked, tossing one packet over my shoulder.
Beck caught it and made a show of placing the bag in the microwave and pressing the button so I could see it. Was this a Kate and Leopold reference? It didn’t matter, but it made me laugh nonetheless.
In under five minutes, we were back on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. Our hands kept bumping into each other so often I grabbed Beck’s wrist. With a sharp inhale, he unglued from the screen to glance at me.
The sight of his parted lips drew me in, and I loosened my grip, only to hold on to his fingers. Still looking at me, he set the bowl aside and leaned in enough for our foreheads to touch. I remembered licking a battery when I was a kid to feel a kick of electricity, and right now, just being so close to Beck had similar tingling ground through my entire body.
He closed his eyes and exhaled a ragged breath as I did the same.
“Do you feel it too?” I whispered as if saying it out loud would ruin the moment.
“Yeah,” Beck said, his hand squeezing mine. “But I thought you were straight…”
Dude, me too.I shrugged. “Are you?”
“Definitely. But…” He danced his fingers up my thigh in a feather-like touch.
I shivered, pulling away to look at him. “But that doesn’t have to define us. Or what we do.”
“Yeah, it’s just us.”
We had just one beer each, so we weren’t being irrational. Beck’s lips beckoned me, and I was out of excuses as to why I shouldn’t just go with the flow.
I leaned closer, and Beck met me in the middle. It was hard to breathe, but I also felt like I would die if I didn’t continue exploring Beck’s mouth with my tongue.
Our groping turned frantic, and as I reached for Beck’s waistband, he pulled the sweat pants off, kicking them aside before he fumbled with my zipper. I helped him by getting rid of my jeans in record time. Our kiss became a messy search for each other just as our hands found our cocks. We both groaned and stayed lip-locked, whether with desperation or to not meet each other’s gaze I didn’t know. And didn’t care.
Beck’s firm grip on my cock was driving me insane as my stroking matched his frantic pace.
My brain was a jumbled mess, but I knew what I wanted.
I dipped a finger into the glistening precum on the tip of Beck’s cock and put it in my mouth. The tangy flavor wasn’t much different from my own, which I’d tasted outof curiosity.More.Determined, I slid to the floor between Beck’s legs.
“Wha—” he choked out, then groaned, watching me from above with hooded eyes.
I raked my fingers up his thighs, then pushed his knees farther apart to give myself space. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said and licked my lips. Saliva gathered in my mouth at the sight of Beck’s cock pointed at me.
“Me neither, but I don’t want us to stop.” His fingers danced up my shoulder to trace the shell of my ear.
The sliver of touch sent a shiver through me. What if he held me down? Pinned me? Surely, I’d fucking combust.
“Good, but, uhh…” If I was panicky, he might be too, and I refused to fuck this up. “Tap out or tell me if I go too far.”
“Same.” He nodded, his fingertips brushing a strand of hair off my forehead. Fuck, the way the delicate touch contrasted with the intensity of his gaze pushed buttons in me I never knew existed.
My need to play with his cock grew in intensity, alongside wanting to see his reaction. Would he like it? Would I? Only one way to find out.
