“It’s not just sex for me either,” I murmur. I reach out a hand, and when Jasper doesn’t lean away, I take that as a yes and touch the back of his hair. So soft.
He leans into the touch. “I think we’re friends. Right?”
“Yes,” I say. I realise Jasper’s the person I’m closest to in Easton. It’s both a shock and so obvious.
“I want to be your best friend,” he says. He closes his eyes briefly, then meets mine again. “I love you.”
He looks terrified. I’ve never seen him look so vulnerable.
He loves me.Jasperlovesme.Jasper.
My heart pounds in my chest and I lean forward and kiss him hard. “I love you too,” I say against his lips.
Suddenly, there’s a hand against my chest push me away and Jasper stares at me, mouth open. “You do?”
I laugh, feeling giddy with happiness. “I think I’ve known for a while. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.” I peck him on the lips. “I love you, Jasper.”
His eyes roam my face, linger on my lips, then meet my eyes again. “I love you,” he says, as if in wonder.
I grin and pull him close for a proper kiss. This time, Jasper takes charge, his lips battling against mine. As if he’s hungry.
How long has it been since we kissed like this? So long. Too long. But who cares? I have him here now.
I wrap my arms around him as he slides into my lap, fitting me perfectly. He pushes me down, so he’s on top, forearms on either side of my head. Then he kisses me hard.
“Tell me if I’m being too rough,” he pants against my lips.
“Kiss me harder,” I demand, bringing his waist flush against mine.
He sucks on my lip while his fingertips find the bottom of my shirt and tug it up. We pause our kissing to peel our clothes off, though every second I want to touch him again. We both get naked, throwing our clothes off the edge of the bed. Then I touch the back of his neck and kiss him hard. They’re going to be swollen red after I’m done with him.
Jasper lays down and I hold myself above him. He wraps a hand around both of our erections and I hiss at the contact. With his other hand, he takes the lube from the bedside table and drizzles it over both of us. Once he’s done, he starts jacking us in earnest.
As soon as the pleasure hits, I bury my face in his shoulder. “Fuck,” I mutter.
He makes a small, needy sound and moves his hand up and down.
“You’re so good at this,” I murmur. “It feels so good.”
He’s always felt so good, ever since the first time at the snow. I suck on his neck, and he lets out an encouraging moan. After a minute, I return my focus to his lips. I take a break to look at his face, mouth open with pleasure, pupils dilated, cheeks rose-pink.
“Kieran,” he whispers, reaching a hand to grip the back of my head. I must look like a mess, too. Skin sweaty, hair dishevelled. “I want you inside of me.”
My cock throbs. “Are you sure?” I ask, searching his face.
“Yes,” he says, looking determined. He lets go of our dicks and uses his hands to bring me close to him so he can kiss me deeply. “I want you to,” he says when he pulls away. “Do you want to?”
I brush my thumb across his cheek. “Of course,” I say. The thought of sliding into his tight ass — fuck, the thought is almost enough to make me come.
He reaches over and digs a hand in the bedside table, then pulls out a box of condoms and passes it to me. I take out a square-packaged condom and drop the box on the bed beside me. Beneath me, Jasper spreads his legs.
Pleasure thrums through my dick at the sight. Oh god.
I move backwards to give him more space, then reach up to bring his knees up. I grab the lube and pour it onto my fingers.
“Tell me if you need me to go slower,” I say, brushing a fingertip against his hole.
He nods.
