“Holy shit.” Cole raked a hand through his hair. “God, I’m sorry. I’ve been so pissed at you all this time, and…”
“He fucked us both over,” Will said softly. “I didn’t know about you, Cole. I swear, I didn’t.”
Avoiding his gaze, Cole nodded. “Yeah. I… I believe you. Fuck, I’m…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, then let his hand fall with a slap to his thigh. “I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”
Will studied him for a long moment. Cole had no idea what he was thinking. Whether he believed him or not. What he might say.
He wasn’t at all ready when Will said, “You kissed me back.”
Cole’s thoughts scattered. His ability to speak vanished.
Will pushed himself off the counter and closed some of the space between them. “Were you actually thinking about me and Marcus? Or did that just… come out?”
Cole gulped, and somehow he reclaimed his speech function. “It just, uh… It just came out.” He dropped his gaze and shook his head. “I don’t know why I said it. I think I just panicked, and I was so?—”
Will kissed him.
Cole had been scrambling so hard to gather his thoughts and explain himself, he hadn’t even realized Will was moving in. And then they were just…
Will’s mouth was…
Cole was surprised by—but not ashamed of—the little whimper that escaped his throat as he slid his hand up into Will’s hair. Will gave a soft groan that Cole felt more than heard, and then he was pressing Cole back against the counter, and there was nothing soft about either of them. Not the way they kissed. Not the way they grabbed on to each other. Not their clothed dicks pinned between their bodies.
Will grabbed Cole’s hair, pulled his head back, andattackedhis neck. Soft lips, abrasive stubble, and all the while he was rutting against him as if the air hadn’t been miserably awkward between them just a moment ago.
“Jesus, Will…” Cole whispered, letting his eyes slide shut.
“Think we have an understanding,” Will drawled against Cole’s throat. “Fuck Marcus.”
“No,” Cole panted. “Fuckme.”
At that, Will raised his head, and he met Cole’s gaze with unmistakable lust in his dark eyes. “Yeah?”
Cole hadn’t really given it much thought. Much like the below-the-belt comment about Marcus, it had just come tumbling out.Unlike that remark, though, he wasn’t about to try to claw this one back. “Y-yeah.” He licked his lips as he slid his hands down into Will’s back pockets. “Please?”
Will’s grin made Cole’s knees shake. Then he scowled. “Fuck. Should’ve grabbed some lube when we stopped.”
“To be fair…” Cole kneaded Will’s ass through his jeans. “You probably didn’t want a piece of me while we were there.”
Will rocked his head and didn’t argue. “Eh.” He leaned in for another kiss. “We can improvise tonight.” He nipped Cole’s lower lip. “Just keep you hungry for my dick until we have some lube.”
Cole whimpered again, both aroused and frustrated. He hadn’t wanted to get laid this bad in a long time, and the thought of going even one more night without taking Will had him dizzy with need. “Might… Might have to stop at Walmart tomorrow.”
“Mmhmm. We might.” He paused to absolutely steal Cole’s breath. Then, in a low voice with that sexy drawl, he murmured, “Pretty sure we can still have a good time without it.”
“Jesus,” Cole whispered.
Will just laughed and kissed him again.
As hot as it was to make out against the kitchen counter, Cole had had enough of teasing and being dressed. He broke the kiss and growled, “Your bedroom or mine?”
Will laughed almost soundlessly. “Which one is closer?”
“Guess we’ll find out.”
Turned out the room Will had claimed was closer to the stairs, and that was where they ended up. The bed wasn’t even a queen size, but they didn’t need much space. Not when Cole was on top of Will, straddling his narrow hips and rutting against him as they made out and pawed at each other.
“I don’t think we thought this through,” Will mumbled between kisses.
