Bracing myself for whatever was waiting for me behind the curtain of private suite three, I tried to put thoughts of Qwill on pause. I needed to be present to get this private dance over with before I was able to attack these new feelings—or whatever the hell they were—going on inside my head.
Ripping the curtain open, I froze in place as I took in the guy lounging in the booth that was provided in the suites. The familiar all black attire met my eyes and embedded themselves into my brain as Qwill stood up abruptly, stalling my brain before it had a chance to register what was happening.
“Please, let me explain. I didn’t even come here for the dance, I just came to talk.”
Elation bled into my brain over the person requesting me being Qwill, but wishing it was him and realizing that it was him were two different things. And I hadn’t actually banked on the latter becoming a foundational part of reality. I stammered, trying to find the appropriate response, but I was really having a hard time.
Because what I wanted to tell him was how glad I was that he was here.
“I’m sorry for just showing up like this,” Qwill said in lieu of my absence of words. “But I didn’t know how else to find you.”
Somehow, my body nodded of its own accord. Closing my eyes, I tried to regain control over the situation, steeling my insides from firing off their alert that Qwill was well within reach now. While I had reconciled to the fact that something was going on with me, especially in regards to the Orb set before me, there was also a time and place for everything. He’d come here to talk and I wanted to hear what he had to say. Shifting my feet, I was feeling more like myself, really taking in the gorgeous Orb that made up Qwill.
“Sorry, I just…wasn’t expecting to see you is all.” I admitted, nodding my head again as he gave me a lopsided smile. Fucking hell, thatsmile. Why thefuckwas that smile so…pure? His teeth were like beautiful beacons of unadulterated joy, and I hated how badly I was tracking his lips at this point.
“Understandable,” Qwill said, mimicking that fucking smile. “I won’t keep you, I know you’re busy working.”
I didn’t want to say how I’d much rather be in this suite with him than with the random patron I was thinking was waiting on me, but I didn’t. Instead, I just walked further into the suite and let the curtain fall back behind me so we were obscured from view. The overhead lighting was the same cool white from the singular source, making Qwill’s smile and scales a thousand times brighter than normal. That burning in my stomach was back and I was determined to bury it long enough to hear what he’d come here to say.
When he realized I wasn’t going to say anything else, he took the initiative to blurt out what was on his mind.
“I know that you’ve already told me that you’re straight, and I’m trying to respect that.” He paused to lock eyes with me. “Really, I am. But…well, I thought the last time I felt something pass between us because you were literally giving me a lap dance and it was, awesome, but also awkward as hell.” I nodded, to make sure he knew that I was listening. Thankfully, he kept going. “But I also felt something the other day when you and your brother showed up at the marsh. And maybe it’s the delusional part of me, but there’s a part of me that thinks that…maybe you did too? But I’m going to need you to tell me that I’m crazy if you didn’t feel anything. Because you’ve said that you’re straight but I still feel like something passed between us.”
He was right. I’d felt it that day on the hiking trail overlooking the marsh too. There’d been this…electricity between us, an electrical current that didn’t make sense because I was a straight guy. A straight guy infatuated with a male Orb beyond all comprehension. Fucking hell, I wasn’t straight. At least not completely, not anymore. Not since Qwill. Which didn’t make any fucking sense either, but I was tired of denying it. I wanted tosee what it meant, and there was only one way that was going to happen.
Unable to realize that my breathing had hitched upon the uttering of his words, I was suddenly aware that my breathing was more haggard than normal when Qwill took a step forward, closing the dead space between us. I cautiously took another step without thinking, not really wanting to take the time to second guess myself. My brain may not have fully understood why it wanted to be near Qwill in the first place, but my body could feel it. It was like he was pulling me in, like I was under a spell and unable to control my own motor functions. I was pretty sure virces didn’t have some kind of mind control ability, but even if they did, I was pretty sure it didn’t matter because it was Qwill. And I just wanted to be close to him on some level that didn’t make sense but at the same time meant more to me than anything I’d ever felt for anyone.
My heart was pounding in my ears, thrashing against the contained frame of my body in hopes of escape. I could feel the thud of my heartbeat reverberating around my skull, and looking into Qwill’s golden eyes seemed to be the only thing that calmed it. He stepped forward again, watching me intently as he placed his scaleless palm on my bare chest. Heat radiated from his touch, spreading across my chest and into the confines of my skin. God, how I wanted to drown in the warmth of his touch. I needed it. Craved it. Staring into his soul through his eyes wasn’t enough. I didn’t need to make sense of it anymore. I just knew I needed it.
Qwill looked at where his hand met my chest, breaking the eye contact to convince himself that he was touching me before staring back into my dark eyes. His lip did the tiniest of quivers before he spoke again, and I knew I was done for.
“You’re going to have to tell me, Thayer.” Qwill’s voice deepened, covered in a haze of hesitation. “I need you to tell me whatyou want, to get the fuck out, something. I need you to to saysomething.”
Only one thing seemed to be screaming throughout my body in various forms, cultivating into one singular strand of thought. I didn’t give a shit that I needed to unpack the things surrounding the main thing I wanted to tell Qwill. I didn’t look beyond what I wanted to say because I was scared. I was drowning in the sensation, and saying it was the only source of air that I could attain.
“Kiss me.” I finally said, my voice shaking and wispy from the haphazard breathing.
“What?” Qwill questioned, confusion squishing his face into a comical but still ridiculously handsome version of his normal features.
“I saidkiss me.” This time my voice was smoother, more confident. Still shaking because my heart was in my ass at this point, and my dick was stirring to life at already picturing the hypothetical kiss. “Just fucking kiss me.”
Unable to deny the feeling throbbing between us any longer, Qwill grabbed both sides of my face and plunged forward until our lips met in a sizable crash. My eyes closed as I felt him take control, one of the hands cradling my face slowly moving down to caress my neck and then rest on my bare pec. I could feel him pulling me against him, our dicks meeting against crushed fabric, both harder than steel. If he was surprised by my body’s reaction to him, he didn’t take a second to show it, his actions too focused on the light biting of my bottom lip. I felt his tongue daring a slivered swipe across it, silently asking for entry. Needing to be quenched by the thirst of curiosity, I opened my mouth, dancing my tongue against his in a fever I didn’t know I had in me.
All bets were off now as I pulled Qwill into me, grabbing fistfuls of his black shirt where the material rested on his back, pulling him harder against me, needing to feel more of him.More, more,more. It felt like lightning was crescendoing throughout my body, ricocheting off of anything important and whipping welts of heat around until they were burned bruises. Our kiss was becoming more and more intense, and it wasn’t until I felt Qwill’s hand wander from my chest down my back and stopping to cradle one of my ass cheeks that I realized just how much was happening.
This was the first time I was kissing a guy, the first time I was kissing an Orb. And while I was hopelessly into it, I also didn’t want to jump the gun too quickly.
With the lightest of shoves to his chest, I broke our kiss and found my reflection in those gorgeous golden eyes. Qwill looked really fucking cute when he was confused, and I was filing that away for when I needed it at a more opportune time.
“Hold on,” I laughed nervously, stepping back, taking silent gulps of the breath Qwill had taken away with our kiss. “I just need a minute.”
“Shit, Thayer.” Qwill sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair, reminding him way too much of me when I was stressed out. “I didn’t mean to get so—”
“Qwill,” I strode forward, placing my hand on his chest through the smooth material of his black shirt. “I wanted that. Istillwant it, but while I enjoyed the hell out of that, maybe exploring this newfound thing about myself while I’m at work isn’t the best idea.”
“Right,” He breathed a little easier at that, understanding that I wasn’t regretting or rejecting him. “Of course.” Chuckling to himself, Qwill reached into the pocket of the damned tattered shorts he was so keen on keeping. “We should exchange numbers, so we can…talk about this?”
The hopeful tone in his voice caused me to laugh, giving him a nod. I didn’t have my phone on me, but I quickly recited my number for him. He typed away on his phone, a slick smirkstaining his lips as I heard the sound of a sent text echoing from his cell phone.
