“I’m still deciding,” Kaz told him.
“…On whether or not you have to use the bathroom?” Seemed like a weird thing to be uncertain over, but what did Nate know. Tomorrow, he’d probably look back on this moment and wonder what the hell he’d been thinking, allowing someone like Kazimir to get this close to him without arguing, but for now…He sniffed not so subtly at the air. “You smell good.”
Forget about the drinking, when was the last time Nate was this close to a person? He had friends, but none of them were the touchy-feely type. Growing up with Neve, he’d had to be the parental figure, so while they’d hugged every now and again, they certainly weren’t the kind of siblings that were comfortable with loads of skinship.
“July,” he blurted, the answer coming to him.
“What?” Kazimir asked.
“Three years ago.” It’d been the start of his senior year, and he’d foolishly believed he could handle being in a romantic relationship and keep up with his studies and part-time jobs. In the end, he’d lasted less than two months before the realization he wasn’t anywhere near as skilled as he’d believed himself to be became apparent. “I ended things with her. She cried.”
“What are you going on about, Pretty Boy?”
“The last time I was with someone.” He pursed his lips. “And why are you calling me that?”
“Define ‘with someone’,” Kaz ignored his question. “Like, the last time you dated another person or the last time you fucked?”
“Both.” Maybe if he wasn’t drunk this conversation would embarrass him. Then again, Kazimir had been there earlier, at the race. He’d seen how Nate had lost. Sure, it’d been close, and he’d been racing against someone with more skills than him, but that didn’t change the fact that Nate felt useless.
“I like hoverbikes. They’re simple. I don’t care what tier I’m in, I only want the rush. I like that all you have to do is climb on and feel the vibrations. I like riding because you don’t have to think about it.”
“Focus,” Kazimir said. “This is why drunk people aren’t fun. We were talking about the last time you had sex, Pretty Boy, not how much you like racing.”
“Riding,” he corrected. “Racing just gives me an excuse to do it.”
“Riding?” Kaz repeated silkily.
Nate nodded his head. “Yeah. But,” he lifted an arm and tried to squeeze it between the two of them, only managing to plant his palm against the younger man’s side, “when did you get so close?”
“You’re stupid drunk.”
“You keep saying that.”
“I’m reminding you.”
“Why?” Nate didn’t need any reminders.
“Because I want you to feel embarrassed.”
“About drinking?” He might.
“No,” Kazimir grinned. “About this.”
“What—” Nate was silenced by plush lips. The words died in his throat the second he felt Kaz’s warm tongue dart out and flick against his own. For a moment, he wasn’t sure what to do orwhat was happening, but then the Brumal member gently forced his knee between Nate’s thighs.
Nate gasped, and that tongue went in deeper as Kazimir pressed up against the spot between Nate’s legs.
“You’re getting hard,” Kaz pulled back long enough to inform before his mouth reclaimed his a second time, the kiss more forceful than the last as he nipped at Nate’s bottom lip and sucked lightly on his tongue. “Have you ever slept with a man before?”
Between the kisses and the questions, Nate’s mind was struggling to keep up. “I—No.”
Kaz made a disappointed sound. “Don’t lie and say you’re not into men, Pretty Boy.” He pressed that knee against Nate’s swollen cock even harder. “This says otherwise.”
“I’m into men, too.” It was just he’d never gone all the way with one before.
The most sexually active he’d been had been when he’d attended high school, and at the time, he’d only ever been interested in other female students enough to sleep with them. His feelings toward other men had come later, and while he’d messed around with other guys in an exploratory fashion, no one had ever stuck around long enough for him to attempt going all the way.
“How quickly do you think you’ll sober up?” Kazimir surprised him by pivoting yet again.
