“Because of the way you get all bristled when I talk about Trevor.” He bristled immediately, on cue. “And because of the way you’re looking at me right now.” I squeezed his knee gently. “Like you want to kiss me again but you’re scared to make the first move.”
A flush crept up Kent’s neck. “I do want to kiss you again.”
“So, kiss me.”
He hesitated for just a second before leaning in, and this time when our lips met, it felt different. Less frantic, more deliberate. Like we were both acknowledging that this wasn’t just a moment of weakness or confusion. This was a choice we were making.
His hand found the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair, and I let myself get lost in the sensation. When we pulled apart this time, Kent’s eyes were heavy-lidded and dark with want. “I should probably go to bed,” he said, though he made no move to get up.
“Probably,” I agreed, equally unmotivated to move.
“Alone,” he clarified. “I should go to bed alone. This is all happening really fast and I… I don’t think I can keep my hands off you if we’re in the same bed.”
“Do you want to keep your hands off me?”
His eyes widened. I was baiting him, I knew it. But every kiss made me want him, made mecravehim. I was still hard, still needy for his touch.
“I… I don’t know,” he replied, his voice shaking. “All I can think of are those videos on your phone… the ones you sent to Trevor.”
“Iknewyou were snooping through my phone,” I shot back, a grin pulling at my lips. “Did you see all of them?”
He nodded slowly.
“Even the dildo one?”
Kent went pale. “That’s the one I can’t stop thinking about.” Kent’s gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, and I could see his chest rising and falling more rapidly. “I watched it more than once,” he admitted, the words seeming to cost him something. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if you were saying my name instead. I even… I jerked off to it.”
The confession hung between us, electric and dangerous. My cock throbbed in my jeans, and I shifted slightly, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Kent’s eyes tracked the movement, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Kent,” I said carefully, “if we do this—if we go there tonight—there’s no taking it back.”
“I know.” His hand was still on the back of my neck, his fingers tightening slightly. “But I don’t know if I can stop this. I’ve already kissed you several times… and I don’t want to stop.”
He wasn’t wrong. The moment our lips had met, something fundamental had shifted between us. We could pretend it hadn’t, could go to our separate rooms and try to forget this ever happened. But we’d both know. We’d both remember.
“Last chance,” I offered, even as everything in me screamed to pull him closer. “You can still back out. No hard feelings.”
Kent’s response was to kiss me again, hard and demanding, his other hand gripping my hip with enough force that I knew I’d feel it tomorrow. When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing with determination.
“Stop giving me outs,” he growled. “I want this. I wantyou.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine. I stood up, pulling him with me, and led him toward my bed without another word. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with the implicationsof what we were about to do. But my body knew exactly what it wanted.
“Have you ever—” I started to ask.
“No,” he cut me off. “Never. Not with another guy.”
The admission made me pause. This wasn’t just about us crossing a line as stepbrothers. This was Kent’s first experience with another man. The weight of that responsibility settled over me, and I knew I needed to be careful with him.
“We’ll take it slow,” I said, moving closer to him. “We don’t have to do everything tonight.”
“Okay.” His hands found my waist, pulling me against him. “What should we start with?”
“Kiss me.”
He kissed me again, walking me backward until my legs hit the edge of my bed. I sat down hard, and he followed, his body pressing me into the mattress in one fluid motion. The new position pressed our erections together, separated only by layers of fabric, and we both groaned at the contact.
Kent’s hands slid under my shirt, his palms hot against my skin as they explored my back, my sides, and my chest. His touch was hungry and unpracticed, and something about that combination made it even hotter. I rocked against him, grinding my cock against his, and his head fell back with a gasp.
