“That sounds good.”
Farzan kept his mouth shut and just nodded. If he said something, he was liable to ruin the moment.
He followed David until he stopped next to a slick black BMW.
“Well. This is me.”
Farzan was glad they hadn’t spotted his car first. Then again, David might’ve already seen his beat-up Honda when he drove to David’s house to study. And get a handjob.
“See you, then?” Farzan asked.
“Yeah. See you.”
But David didn’t move to unlock his car.
Farzan’s armpits felt wet now.
“This was nice,” David said. “I’m glad I ran into you.”
“Me too.” Farzan’s heart was hammering. How did friends say good night? If this was Arya and Ramin, they would’ve just waved at the entrance and split to find their cars. Or they would’ve carpooled together, in which case they’d have piled into whoever’s car and headed to someone’s house to split a bottle of wine and chill before calling it a night.
But then again, Farzan had never had sex with Arya or Ramin.
Farzan realized he was staring at David’s lips. He looked up—
But David was staring at his, too. In the weird parking garage light, his rich brown eyes turned nearly black, shining like wet ink on fresh paper. And then David caught him staring. He smiled, but it was a small, tentative thing.
Farzan swallowed. His tongue felt too big.
“So.” He swallowed again.
The car behind him beeped, the doors unlocking. Farzan automatically stepped closer to David, which pressed him up against the door of his car.
“So?” David asked, drawing the word out.
“So. Do friends kiss each other good night?”
David’s smile widened. “Pretty sure that’s one of the benefits.”
So Farzan leaned in, grazing David’s lips at first, feeling the soft stubble that surrounded them, before claiming them more firmly. He leaned in, pressing David back against his car, his hips suddenly pressed against David’s, the heat between his legs noticeable even in the chill night air.
David’s lips parted to let Farzan in, and he tasted like Champagne, and raspberries, and desire. Then David pressed back, angling his head, and suddenly it was David’s tongue that led the dance, teasing first sweetly then aggressively, like he wanted Farzan to go down on him again right there, in the middle of the parking garage.
Farzan’s skin was on fire, his heart hammering, but he couldn’t stop kissing, couldn’t get enough of David. That soft, familiar scent enveloped him, vetiver and skin and sweat.
Farzan was getting hard in his pants, could feel David’s cock filling out too. Farzan surged forward once more, using his hands to pin David’s wrists against the car’s windows. He never wanted the kiss to end.
A sudden honk startled Farzan.
Fuck. The car next to them was waiting to pull out, the twenty-something yuppies inside looking scandalized.
Farzan gave a little wave, and he and David moved so they could leave.
David chuckled, his face lit red by the retreating taillights.
“I’ve got an early day tomorrow,” he said, voice gravelly. “I better say good night.”
“Yeah.” Farzan’s own voice felt rough. “Good night.”
