His eyes widened slightly like he understood the deeper meaning behind what I was saying. Finally. All this time he’d only been hearing what I said on the surface. Now, this close, maybe he really understood me.
“And you said you like one man?”
I nodded once. “You.”
Keaton’s eyebrows shot up. Surely, he must have known. “Me?”
I looked up slightly and behind his head. I narrowed my eyes at the poster. “And Ridley Angus. Maybe.”
Keaton laughed. I looked down as he buried his face in his free hand. He looked up again with a grin. “And Ridley Angus.”
I nodded seriously.
Keaton bit his lip. The movement drew my eye to his mouth again. I really wanted to kiss him. Just once wasn’t enough. Twice wasn’t enough. I needed more. And not the kind of kiss that would be interrupted by him pulling away.
“Would you…” I paused and breathed for a moment. “Would you consider kissing me again?”
I looked up and met Keaton’s eyes. There wasn’t just laughter or concern in them anymore. There was something else, dark and swirling. Something that set a tongue of fire down my spine.
Keaton got to his feet. For a second I thought he was going to walk away and leave. That this was how he was rejecting me. But instead, he sat beside me on the bed. I turned my body to face him. One of his hands came up to touch the side of my face and I shivered.
A look of concern shadowed his face. He wasn’t sure if I had shuddered because I wasn’t ready. I looked at his mouth and parted mine, moving towards him. He got the message. He moved to close the distance and our lips met again.
This time was different. This time was soft and gentle. There was no urgency. I followed his lead instead of leaping ahead. His hand on my face was the only contact between us other than our lips. He pressed gently against me, firm but not insistent. I felt the bottom of my spine melting into nothing as he kissed me long and slow.
When he pulled back, I opened my eyes. He hadn’t gone far.
“How was that?” he breathed.
I swallowed. “Good,” I said. I thought he could probably tell from the crack in my voice that I thought it was more than good.
“What do you want to do now?” Keaton asked.
He was so considerate. So careful. Not wanting to go too far or too fast.
He didn’t know how long I had been stealing glances at him. How long I had been wanting to twist my hands in his hair. How many ways I had imagined myself kissing him between the first time and the second time.
“I want to kiss you,” I said. But I didn’t want him to think it had to be like that. Not slow and soft. “More. Like before.”
Keaton’s eyes widened just a little. I was getting addicted to making them do that. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been sure a while,” I said.
It was like there was a barrier between us that had been unlocked. Keaton leaped forward, a second hand cupping the other side of my head. His fingers slipped into the hair at the back of my skull as his lips crashed onto mine.
He was hot and needy, his movements much more hurried and intense as he twisted his head to find a better purchase on my mouth. I opened my lips and flicked my tongue across his, asking, seeking. He moaned and his mouth fell open under mine, allowing me to sweep my tongue inside. I found his and fought with it, putting my hands on his waist where I could reach it.
Keaton got to his knees on the bed. The angle allowed me to wrap my arms around him properly, holding him tight. He was above me now, leaning down to kiss me. I stretched up hungrily towards him. My blood felt like it was on fire.
We weren’t close enough. I was still sitting facing the center of the room. Like this, there was no way we could press against one another. No way we could get close enough.
I needed to be closer.
I grabbed and lifted Keaton by his hips. He was so light, I moved him as easily as if he was a pillow on my bed. I settled him over my legs, his knees on either side of my hips. I pulled him tight against me as he sank, our hips slotting together. He was still just slightly higher than me, kissing downwards. His hands stayed wrapped around my head, teasing my hair.
His hips shifted against mine and I felt how hard he was.
Our dicks were together, both between us, caught and pressed against one another through our clothes. I hadn’t fully recognized until then just how much I ached. I had never been this hard in my life. Everything I thought I knew about myself was getting destroyed, crushed and swept away under the weight of Keaton’s mouth. I pulled his hips against me and trapped them there, not letting him pull away. I needed him there. I needed to feel him against me.
