He finally manages to pull his mouth away from mine, taking me by surprise. Then he stares at me with wide eyes, completely horrified.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, pushing me away forcefully with one hand.
“I believe they call it kissing. French kissing to be precise. Some even call it making out. And if you’re going to stand thereand tell me you didn’t like a single second of it, you’re full of shit.”
“And you’re seriously fucking delusional if you thought Ididlike it,” he booms.
“Really? So, is that why you’re so worked up right now? Because youdidn’tlike it?”
He pins a death glare at me with those gorgeous baby blues of his.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tells me.
“Okay, sure. You keep telling yourself that.”
“I don’t have to keep telling myself anything. It’s the truth. You’re the one who has the issue accepting the fact that you’re full of shit and have absolutely no clue what you’re saying.”
“Ah, huh. Yet you’re still here, with a hard-on, even though I’m standing several feet away from you, giving you the opportunity for a perfect getaway.”
He reaches down and covers his crotch with his hand, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. And this is the moment where I have Dylan right where I want him, and I can finally put him in his place.
“Tell me, Dylan. Why are you so pissed right now? Is it because I kissed you? Or the fact that you want me just as much as I want you and it scares the ever-loving crap out of you?”
“I think someone must have spiked your drink last night and you’re still in a daze. There is absolutely no chance in hell that I would ever be attracted to you.”
“Ha!” I scoff.
“Don’t kid yourself, Liam. You really overestimate your attraction.”
“And once again … you’re still here. So who’s the one in denial now?”
“Just—just—”
“Just what?”
“Just go fuck yourself,” he says.
“Why would I do that when it would be much more pleasurable with you?”
That hits a nerve and he turns around, pulls open the front door and storms outside, slamming it shut behind him. I walk over to the window and peer outside and I watch as the realization hits Dylan that he has no way of getting home. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and he stares at it, blankly for a moment, then I notice his lips mouth the word ‘fuck’ before he slides the phone back into his pocket. I pull open the door and wander out onto the patio.
“Why don’t you stop being such an ass and come inside so we can talk about this like adults.”
“Because there’s nothing to talk about,” he answers quickly.
“You’re not going to get an Uber or a cab out here, so unless you want to walk home, you should really listen to me.”
“I’d rather take my chances than spend any more time talking to you.”
“You know you’re cute when you’re all worked up. It kind of turns me on,” I say.
He spins around and pins me with a death glare. “You’re pathetic, Liam. Seriously, you can’t even go five minutes without thinking about getting your cock sucked.”
“That’s not what I was thinking at all, although now that you’ve mentioned it, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
He rolls his eyes and raises his hands in the air in defeat.
“Jesus, Dylan, I’m fucking with you. Seriously, though, why don’t you come inside and we can … talk,” I tell him.
