Sucking in a deep breath, I held him closer. “We’re best friends. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you that idea. So, that’s why they keep treating you so bad? The….”
He nodded miserably. “Maybe I should just hide it.”
“No. I don’t understand. Not even a little. But I don’t think it’s unusual. Lots of straight guys like pregnant girls.” My face boiled, and I felt like a liar because I didn’t tell him what I’d looked at before as I sat there with him in my arms…. The fantasies I’d thought about while blowing my load. “It can’t be that unusual for gay guys, right? Surely someone other than you likes it.”
I shifted him because my back twinged and slid my hand lower, touching the belly. I was surprised by how soft it was and rested my palm on the curve. He let out a breathy moan that did good andreally badthings to me, especially with his warm weight on my lap. I rubbed my hand there on the belly for a second, scouting the territory. It really was a tiny, round baby bump. I hadn’t ever touched a pregnant stomach, but this one felt real.
Z squirmed all around like I was tickling him, even though I couldn’t be doing any such thing. Pleasure zipped through my shaft, and I quickly turned to set Z down on the bed at my side.
“You don’t hate me?” he asked, voice trembling.
“How could I ever hate you?” I smiled at him and felt like I was back on solid ground. This was what I was here for, letting him know he was the bright star in the center of the universe, and every man who dared to treat him poorly deserved a dismal death—alone.
Z leaned against my side.
“I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with a parade of assholes. I’m shocked it’s so difficult to find someone who would like… this.” I didn’t touch the belly again even though my fingers itched to do it. They ached as I rubbed them together nervously, and I remembered that I’d scorched them earlier. My anger was long gone, though, replaced by something else I couldn’t put my finger on.
He let out a derisive snort. “It’s almost impossible.”
“What I was saying earlier… I’ll go with you. I’ll even go out to that club, what is it? I know I’ve heard people talk about it. Triple X? I’ll do anything you want.” My stomach sank as I promised, but now that I knew about the problem Z was having, how could I do anything else? He didn’t deserve to be unhappy all the time. I’d help him any way I could.
He snorted and his eyebrows quirked. “I don’t know if that would work. This isn’t the same as guys who like to be spanked and stuff. It’s more intimate.” He hunched closer to me. “There aren’t enough of us, people like me, to have a club night anywhere. I’ve checked.” He glanced up at me.
My cock was still poking at my boxers and my stomach was warm from him sitting on me. I usually felt good when I held him, but I hadn’t really…. Okay, I hadn’t often popped wood with him on my lap. In the past I’d dismissed the few occasions when I’d embarrassed myself as my horny cock being close to something soft and friendly—namely his ass rubbing on it.
Friction is friction.
But he wasn’t sitting on me right now, and he flashed me a vulnerable smile that had me putting an arm around him. “Please don’t ever think you could scare me away. I’ll always be by your side.”
Z snuggled in close, and I buried my face against the top of his head. I turned and pressed my cheek to his soft curls. In some ways he reminded me of what I liked about the one girlfriend I’d had. He always smelled good, like some exotic dessert. He was smaller than me and fit nicely in my arms. His body heat was a pleasant tease. Was my cock just confused? I sat there angsting for a while and holding him. I didn’t want to let him go, since I’d upset him. I couldn’t imagine how alone he’d felt while I was just… fucking being stupid in a parking lot. I hated the idea.
“I’m sorry I made you cry.” I brushed some of his bouncy curls off his forehead. “I don’t ever want you to hurt because of me.” I rested my chin on top of his head and was shocked when he shoved me away and shot to his feet.
His nose scrunched and he scowled. “Why? Why do you have to say things like that?”
“I—”
“Damn it, I’ll talk to you in the morning.” He stomped toward my bedroom door.
What had I done now? Panic ate at me. Did he understand I hadn’t meant to make him think I would abandon him? “Wait.”
“For what?” he asked, and I was shocked by the torment in his tone.
Nerves swamped me as I got up and made my way to his side. He had to crane his neck to stare into my eyes, and I felt bulky and awkward. He was such a slim man. I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was doing as I bent down, but he tipped his chin back and his eyes widened. We stayed that way, breathing each other’s air for a while, and then he went up on tiptoe. Shock paralyzed me and I couldn’t move as his sweet, soft lips brushed across mine. He sometimes pecked me on the cheek, but this wasn’t the same thing.
He dropped down to his feet and gave me a small smile before he turned and left with his blankets trailing behind him. I touched my lips and watched him go until he closed his door.
Had I kissed him, or had he kissed me…? And would he ever want to do it again? I shook my head and laughed. This was the same as every other kiss he’d given me, friendly and because we cared about each other more than most people loved their blood family.
That was all.
But I wanted to go knock on his door.
Go inside his room.
Crawl in his bed.
But straight guys didn’t beg for kisses from other men.
