Kit kicked his heel into James’s ass ineffectually. “No, he was just…” Peering over James’s shoulder revealed an empty bedroom. “I thought he was in here.”
“Hey, Darius!” James turned to yell. “Did you want to watch?”
Silence.
James peeled away from the wall, still easily carrying Kit. Which meant Kit couldn’t see what made James laugh at first. “Nope, Darius bailed, but he’s giving us his blessing.”
“What do you mean?” Kit asked.
James threw him down on Darius’s bed. Kit bounced on the mattress and landed right next to a plastic bottle and foil wrappers.
“He set out the lube and condoms,” James said, crawling over Kit with a wicked grin.
“That’s very considerate of him,” Kit said breathlessly. Part of him kind of wished Darius had stuck around. To watch, like James said—or more than watch. But this thing with Darius was still new, and Kit needed this moment of connection just with James.
“Is it weird to fuck in his bed?” Kit gasped as James yanked him up to drag his sweatshirt away.
“I don’t care if it’s weird.” James made quick work of Kit’s clothing. As he tossed each item away, he nipped and kissed Kit’s exposed, ticklish skin. “But we can fuck on his floor, or in his chair, or against his wall if you prefer.”
“His bed—ah—is fine.”
James touched Kit’s lips, utterly focused. His fingertips stayed gentle as he bit a steady, deliberate bruise into Kit’s neck. The spot was so sensitive, there was probably already a mark there. Every touch felt right. So sharp and good, Kit couldn’tconcentrate hard enough to overthink it. He just moved willingly as James flipped him onto his stomach.
“I want to fuck you like this,” James rasped. He stroked both hands up Kit’s ribs, along his arms, closed around Kit’s wrists. Pinned them on either side of Kit’s head. “I want you bent over and crying for me, how does that sound?”
Kit’s breath quickened, damp against the bedspread. Everything was overwhelming, James and Darius’s scents mingling around him. The friction against his aching cock.
“Yeah,” Kit said, just in case James was waiting for some sort of response from his lust-addled mind.
“Perfect,” James purred, and let go of Kit’s wrists to yank his hips into the air.
The position, on his knees with his face in the bedding, left Kit utterly helpless and exposed. Kit tensed, instinctively nervous, but he didn’t have any time to doubt. A plastic lid popped before cool, wet fingers slipped between his cheeks.
“You have the cutest little ass.” James stroked the lube up and down Kit’s crack, avoiding his hole, teasing. “I can’t wait to make it mine.”
Blunt fingertips massaged in circles, closing in on his rim. Kit moaned, pushing back into the touch as much as he could in this position—but James reached down to hold him down by the hair. His grip was gentle but firm, and Kit sank gratefully into the control.
James was in charge. That was exactly what they both wanted. Which was a good thing, because James’s fingers were fucking magic, and Kit was already too much of a mess to do more than tremble and leak precum onto Darius’s bedspread.
Fuck. If James didn’t hurry up, he was going to get his wish about Kit crying.
As if on cue, James slid one finger through Kit’s slick hole. Kit’s breath hitched, and he couldn’t help tensing again. This was hardly the first time James had fingered him, but anticipation still somehow made it feel like more. For one wild moment, he worried James might stop.
He shouldn’t have worried.
“Are you nervous, pretty boy?” James said, as breathless as Kit. “It’s okay to be nervous. I know I have a massive dick.”
“Shut the fuck—”
James shoved in two fingers and curvedexactlyinto Kit’s prostate. All Kit could do was whimper through the sparks of pleasure. The bedspread was rough and damp under his cheek, and he clenched the sheets. James’s hiked-down jeans scraped the backs of his thighs as James’s fingers made themselves at home in his ass.
Kit moaned. He was so hard he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, pulsing with every brutal thrust into his prostate. All his nervousness vanished in a cascade of need.
Would this feel so good if Kit hadn’t already felt so much today? Delighted surprise at seeing Holden. Terror at the probably-nothing camera flash. Hurt from James, comfort from Darius, and now this undeniable connection.
Kit hadn’t expected sex to mean much. He was never saving himself for the right moment. Not on purpose. He didn’t even consider himself a virgin, considering how much else he had done.
But today was either the right moment or the edge of a fucking cliff.
