Romeo tilted his face to me, eyes dancing with humor and warning, and said, “Easy, Tiger.”
He gave me a look I knew well—the tightness in his top lip, the single arched brow. It was how he looked right before he cracked a belly laugh, and I loved him for that. It sliced through the tension in the room and made unfamiliar things feel familiar. It made new things feel like they’d happened a hundred times before.
We were standing close to each other, so I didn’t have much space for a run-up, but that didn’t stop me. I put my head down, my arms out, and tackled him onto my bed. We both fell, laughing hysterically. There were hands, feet,and bony knees all over the place. There was naked skin everywhere too. I pinned Romeo easily, holding him down by both wrists.
He didn’t resist.
Not even a little.
Our laughter faded abruptly the second our bodies made contact. We were face-to-face. Dick-to-dick. I held myself up on my hands and elbows and rolled my hips against his. I shuddered on contact. His dick was hot to touch and hard, solid steel against mine.
Mine liked it a lot.
I ground against him again and his eyelids grew heavy and slid to half-mast as I watched. His jaw was slack, but his gaze didn’t leave mine.
I leaned down and kissed him again. Slow and sweet that time. Time slipped when we touched. Slid. Tore. It took us to a different place. A new place. A place where the air was thick and life was as sweet and heady as Romeo’s kisses.
The kiss seemed to last forever, a warm, gooey cascade of goodness that washed over me again and again. Every brush of his lips on mine tasted like more. Every light stamp gave rise to another. Neither of us could stop it. When I tried to lift my head, Romeo wound his hands around the back of my neck and pulled me closer.
When the kiss finally ended, my blood had run thick, my thoughts slow and cumbersome. My lips were hot and chaffed.
Nothing existed but the man in my bed.
My Romeo.
He lay on his back and watched thoughtfully as I reached over and got the lube from my nightstand. He bit his bottom lip and quirked it at the same time. I remember him like that so clearly that if I close my eyes, I can still see it.
He was nervous, but he also wasn’t. I’d seen Romeo nervous often enough that I knew how to spot signs of his anxiety at a hundred yards with ease. This wasn’t that. It was more like anticipation. More like excitement. It flickered in his eyes, spinning the kaleidoscope so hard and fast it made me dizzy.
He didn’t roll over, which surprised me, so I guess I’d been expecting to take him on all fours the way he’d taken me. He stayed as he was, his glorious head nestled into my pillow, cocked slightly in my direction as I spread lube on my fingers. He opened his legs for me when I was ready, spreading his knees wide, leaving the soles of his feet resting close together. He did it without me nudging or asking at all. The sight of him like that was a gut punch of arousal so strong I had to press my lips together to stifle a moan.
I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin, to caress it, bite it, and claim it as mine. I wanted to start and never stop. I wanted to lick him and love him and worship his body. I wanted to make it so there’d never be anyone else for Romeo as long as he lived.
I didn’t do it though. I couldn’t. I was hampered by the ridiculousness that was our little “practicing sex on each other” façade. Held back by the fact there was a blurred line between us, and I knew I had to toe that line or risk crossing over and dropping straight into the category oftoo much.
Too close.
Too gay.
I did stroke him though. I knelt between his legs and lifted his dick as it lay swollen and stretched out on his belly, slowly sliding my left hand up and down his length as my right hand moved lower. I ran my fingers up and down his crease. I felt the change in temperature as I got closer to what I wanted. Body heat changing tobody heat. I let my fingers wander until I found what I wanted. It was a little lower than I’d expected and a lot more sensitive if the way his eyes slammed shut on contact was anything to go by. I felt the tiny creases holding him closed against the pad of my finger, and fuck me, I wanted it. I wanted him. Like that. On his back. Legs spread. I wanted to open him.To fill him. That was the fantasy. That was what I wanted. What I’d wanted for as long as it’d been decent for me to want such things.
I touched him like that on the outside for a while, taking my time, giving him light touches and soft nudges. I did it until his hips rolled and his dick strained and thickened in my hand, then I slid my middle finger into him. He was tight and impossibly hot. So hot it felt magic, not human. His body reacted immediately. A hard jolt followed by a strong tug. A push and a pull. His ring clenched and squeezed, sucking me in as I worked my finger into him. He was smooth inside, tight and elastic, and fuck, I loved that. He was hot silk I’d made slippery.
I added another finger, which he accepted with only the barest of flinches. I watched his face as I moved inside him, finding my way, feeling him up. Mapping out every day of the rest of my life. I swiveled my fingers inside him, and when I dared, I crooked them toward me. The first time, he gasped. The second, he sighed. The third, he set the world on fire. His abs clenched and his neck arched. His chest lifted clear off the bed, and his moan ricocheted off all four walls and the ceiling and hit me right in the chest.
That was it.
That was the moment.
That was the second this version of me was born. The one that exists because Romeo exists. The one that breathes because he does. The one who knows nothing but longing and pain.
The one that can’t stop loving him no matter how much I try to hate him.
The sound he made was unlike anything I’d ever heard, but it was a sound I knew. My soul knew it. I swear it did. I recognized it and replied with a low answer I made just for him.
Things changed then. Time faltered again, but this time, it didn’t recover. It mutated into this hot, thick thing that sank to the floor and moved through the room. It ran through my veins, stirring my arms and my hips, taking control of me and snaking my body over Romeo’s, caging him with my hands on either side of him as he lay beneath me. His knees dropped back onto his chest as if it were easy. As if it wasn’t new. As if it was something we’d done many times before.
I dipped my head down and ran my nose along his. “Are you sure?” I asked, terrified he’d say no and somehow also terrified he’d say yes.
