“Because I want to feel close to you.” I kissed my way down his chest, my mouth teasing one nipple, then the other.
“I want to feel close to you too,” he said.
I let my crotch press into his, feeling his hardness against me. He wanted me. His body wanted me. He was aching for me as much as I was aching for him. I sat up, pressing my gusset into his cock, and undid my shirt and threw it across the room. William’s hands caressed my chest. His fingers worked their way down my body. His hands, his big, powerful hands, held my waist.
“It’s so tiny,” he said, marvelling as he pressed my hips down onto him.
I slid a hand inside my trousers and grabbed myself, undoing the button with my other hand. “Do you want to see the rest?” He’d seen it all before, but never like this. Never with this heat burning between us. Never when I was offering myself to him like this.
“Petey, I…”
“It’s OK.”
But his face had changed, and I felt the moment slip away. I pulled my hand out of my pants and held his hips like he was holding mine.
“Petey, you remember when you said you’d never had a boyfriend?”
Where was this going?
“Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend either.”
It took a full four seconds to register what he meant.
“You’re… a virgin?”
William nodded, sheepishly, like a nervous boy.
“But… you’re the Bisexual Baron Buckford?”
He shrugged. “Don’t believe everything you read in the papers.”
“You told me?—”
“I told you I got caught with a couple on a bench in Berkeley Square. I didn’t tell you what happened next.”
“What happened?”
“She vomited on the Tube at South Kensington, and I rather went off the idea.”
“Yeah, that’ll do it.” I slapped my hand to my forehead. “I can’t believe you look like this and you’re a virgin. Are you even bisexual?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never met anyone I wanted to have sex with before.”
I was speechless.
“Are you mad?” William said. He looked terrified. “You seem mad.”
Oh God, he was being vulnerable with me, and I was failing. He didn’t deserve that.
“No, absolutely not,” I said, trying to wipe from my face whatever William had seen in it.
He propped himself back up on his hands, bringing his face closer to mine, his grey eyes pleading for understanding.
“But you mind. It bothers you.”
“No. Surprises me, yes. But bothers me, no.”
I tried to think what I would want William to say if the situations were reversed. My mind was racing. What did this mean? Was he asexual? Demisexual? Was he simply shy about sex?
