Boyfriends.
We’d said it out loud. After years of circling each other, pretending not to notice or care how we felt, we’d finally claimed it:us.
In the bedroom, he tugged me closer. “Come here.”
It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed, but it was the first time everything about it made sense.
When we pulled apart, I ran my hands down his arms. “Want to get naked now?”
He grinned. “We’d better.”
I took off my shirt and dropped it on the bench at the foot of the bed. When I looked up, Pack hadn’t moved. He was staring, his hands at his sides and a smile on his lips.
“Everything okay, babe?” I asked. “Want me to undress you?”
“No, I’ve got it.” His voice was rough. “I like watching you.”
He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it toward a chair.
Piece by piece, we took off our clothes, watching each other closely. My pulse kicked every time more skin appeared. The curve of his shoulder, the line of his stomach, the way his breath caught when I pushed my jeans down. All perfect.
When we were both naked, he climbed onto the bed and reached for me. We knelt facing each other, our knees touching. The energy arcing between us was electric.
I wanted to tell him we could take our time, but I couldn’t get the words out. Instead of speaking, I cupped his jaw, and the touch calmed both of us. He bit his lower lip and looked into my eyes.
“You okay?” I asked.
He nodded. “You?”
“Getting there.”
“What’s wrong with us, Nix? It’s not like we haven’t done stuff before.”
I grazed my thumb along the plump lower lip he’d bitten a moment earlier. “Not as boyfriends. Everything is different now.”
When I leaned in and hugged him, my heart went into double time. Pulling him closer made the noise in my head fade away. The first brush of our lips was a question, and the second was the answer I’d waited years for. He put his hands on my sides and kissed me back.
Pulling apart was natural. I rested my forehead against his, and we breathed the same air as I tried to memorize every detail.
“Still okay?” I whispered.
“Much better than okay.”
He slid his hands onto my chest and dragged his fingers through my chest hair. My skin was supersensitive, and I flinched and pulled my forehead away. When our eyes met, a trickle of sweat ran down the side of his face. I groaned as hisfree hand’s fingers found my nipples and tweaked them. The sting went straight to my dick.
Chuckling, he swept a hand down my body and wrapped it around my cock. I let out a loud groan and looked down at his dick. Swollen veins pulsed under tight skin, and a drop of precum hung from the tip. I traced his shaft with a fingertip, making it twitch, and then closed my fist around him and squeezed.
“Fuck!” He leaned in to kiss me. His lips, rough from spending so much time in cold air, were warm and insistent. I moaned into his mouth when he gave my cock a long, easy stroke. Our scruff caught, shooting heat across my neck. We started thrusting into each other’s fists, anddamn.Everything about him felt new.
When we pulled apart, I whispered, “Want to be the captain and rookie again?”
“Maybe in the morning.” He was so close his lips moved against mine. “Can we just be us this time? I want to be with my boyfriend.”
I nodded as tears stung my eyes.
Almost crying during sex? What the hell?
He thrust faster, pushing deeper until his thick shaft filled my hand every time. I did the same, loving how it made my balls tingle.
