“We didn’t finish talking about rules.”
Marcello’s eyes close and I swear I hear a little groan of frustration. “I mean I know hetero sex has a terrible reputation for consent but I didn’t realise just how much discussion queer sex would require before actually getting on with it.”
With my hand still on his chest, feeling the warmth and soft sturdiness of him, I push him back a little. “This is important.”
He lifts his shoulders. “You’re right.”
“I' m sorry. What other rules should we have in place?”
I open my mouth but no words come. I can’t think of any. He says we’ll stay friends no matter what happens. He’s made it very clear what the sole purpose of these meet-ups is. He’s told me that nothing is off limits…
Hmm, that. I should probably check if he really means that.
“You know, if you’re not comfortable with anything, you need to tell me,” I say eventually.
“I will and I expect you to do the same. Just because you’re the teacher in this dynamic doesn’t mean you have to do things you aren’t comfortable with.”
“Do we… do we need safe words?”
“I don’t think so. It’s not like we’re going to be role-playing or doing anything kinky. Let’s just agree that ‘no’ and ‘stop’ mean exactly what they mean.”
I blink away the swell of desire – and arousal – that hearing Marcello say, “role-playing or doing anything kinky” brings me and I fix my eyes on him. “Okay, then I think it would be wise—”
But I don’t finish my sentence because Marcello has taken a long stride to press his body against mine and crash his lips down on my mouth. A mumbled “Enough talking” is barely audible before my heartbeat starts to roar in my ears.
Chapter Nineteen
Marcello
Warm. Soft. Slick. And hairy. Very hairy.
That’s what kissing Giles’ mouth is like and I don’t hate it. Even the coarse tickling of his moustache against my top lip adds something after I’m over the strangeness of it all. And I do move past it pretty quickly, especially when he opens his mouth and starts to kiss me back.
When our tongues touch for the first time, I finally realise what he said is going to be very true. Sex with a man isn’t going to be that different to sex with a woman. Skin is still skin. Tongues are still tongues. And kissing is still pretty nice when somebody meets you in the middle, which is exactly what Giles is doing as he matches the flicks of my tongue with his. When I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, his warm exhale lands on the tip of my nose. When I bring a hand up to the side of his face and angle his mouth exactly where I want it, he leans into my touch.
Suddenly a soft but unexpected beeping noise forces me off him.
“Is that your fire alarm?” I ask, looking around us. “Because if it is, you need an upgrade. It is nowhere near loud enough.”
When I look back at Giles, I see pink in his cheeks. “It’s not my fire alarm. It’s… it’s my heart rate monitor.”
He holds his right arm up and I see a heart flashing on the black screen of the device.
“My heartrate went above 120, which it thinks is unusual because I'm not actually moving right now.”
I want to ask if he thinks it’s unusual. Has this ever happened before? With someone else? Or is this kiss special?
Of course it’s not. Of course this probably happens all the time. This kiss is not special. I am not special to Giles.
“I’ll switch it off,” he says. “The volume, I mean.”
I smile at him after he’s fiddled with the side of the monitor and I have the horrible thought that this kiss is now over. Because that’s not what I want. I want us to kiss more and more and more and…
He grabs me. His mouth pushes up against mine. I feel the heat of him everywhere – on my chest, on the tip of my nose as he sucks on my bottom lip, and on my waist where he has a hold of me. It’s like we pick up exactly where we left off. Our heads move, our tongues touch, our lips don’t want to be apart. He hums into my mouth and I swallow the sound down. I moan as his hands lower, gripping my backside…
It's then that I become acutely aware of where our bodies are touching. Chest to chest, his hard stomach to my soft belly, and our dicks mere centimetres apart. Mine is swelling quickly in my jeans and pressing against Giles’ hip. And I can feel his, rock hard and pushing up against my thigh. It’s so there, and so hard and so obviously in need of attention and I…
I jump back, breaking the kiss.
