“That’s not it!” he replied. “You make me feel safe. You make me feel so good, Theo.”
“Yeah?” He nodded in assurance. By then, our hands were clasped together, pressed against his heart.
“Can I tell you something?” I asked.
His eyes grew wide, and he nodded vigorously. “Of course.”
Here we go.I took a deep breath and said, “I think I have a crush on you.”
His mouth fell open. My heart beat with the force of a jackhammer. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. But I wanted to tell you because I don’t want us to have secrets,okay?”
Asher looked at me with an unreadable expression. I couldn’t tell if he was appalled or amazed or what. He looked at me with wide eyes and his mouth ajar. “O-okay,” he stuttered out.
I nodded, my stomach slowly sinking. He didn’t feel the same way, but that was okay. Or, at least, I kept telling myself it was okay.
Suddenly, Asher gripped my hand and said, “Wait. What did you say?”
“What?”
“You said what about a crush?” he asked.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I have a crush on you, but it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me things, Asher. You can tell me anyth—”
Asher put his fingers to my lips, stopping me mid-sentence. “Say it again,” he said in a low, tender voice.
He lowered his finger to let me speak. “I-I have a crush on you…”
Without warning, Asher leapt up and kissed me. I pressed my hand to the back of his head, running my fingers through his gorgeous hair, and kissed him back.
It was a frantic, desperate kiss. As if we both thought we needed to hurry up and get our fill before time ran out. The kissing soon slowed, and we fell into a passionate flow. He maneuvered his lower half to straddle my body, seated on the forest floor. With his legs wrapped around me, I pulled him into a tight embrace, caressing my hands over his back and shoulders. I just wanted to touch him—to feel him against my hands and massage the tension out of his back. I soon lowered my hands to cup his perfect ass, and he released soft mewlingsounds in response.
Goddamnit, the feel of his butt in my hands ignited a fire at the base of my stomach. I needed him. Craved him. Nothing felt weird about it. Our bodies slotted together perfectly, like we were destined to be in that position.
It was so intense, and we hadn’t stopped kissing since we started. I gently took his face in my hands and parted us. “I take it you have a crush on me, too?”
Asher released a gasp of laughter and replied, “Only for the last three or four years.”
I couldn’t believe it. Words escaped me. For a second, I had a mental meltdown thinking back on the years of friendship we had and realizing he’d been crushing on me for most of it. But then I realized I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the past or anything else, to be completely honest.
All I cared about was him. That boy, whom I’d become obsessed with without even realizing it, was finally in my arms. The green of the forest as the backdrop to his beautiful face, dotted with freckles and framed by his red hair, made me wild.
Desire consumed me, and I pressed my lips to his and kissed him as I gently lowered him to lie on the ground. I wanted to envelop him with my body—kiss him as I pressed against him, sealing our bodies together.
Asher wrapped his legs around me as I rutted against him. I reached down to get a fistful of that ass I’d become obsessed with. He hummed his approval as he kissed, then lowered his hand to play with my cock through my shorts. His touch sent a shockwave of pleasure ripping through me. I stopped thrusting into him and let him feel me.
“Fuck, Theo. I can feel how big you are.”
My eyes met his, and the lascivious look on his face turnedme feral. I kissed him more as I pulled my cock out.
His hand found my length, and he stroked it, making my eyes roll back. It felt so fucking good. It was different; there was a desperation behind what we were doing that made everything feel more intense—more precious.
I maneuvered my body to lie beside him, careful not to crush him in the process. Asher was slender for a hockey player. Years of working out gave him the arms, shoulders, and legs necessary to hold his own on the ice, but he wasn’t as thick as I was. He felt fragile in a way, and it turned on my protective instincts, compelling me to pull him closer as I unzipped his pants.
I freed his length from his red boxers and held it in my hand. It took a second to wrap my mind around the fact that Asher’s dick was in my hand. I never had another man’s dick in my hand like that. I thought I’d freak out, but I didn’t. His cock looked incredible—long and thick, with a hint of orange hair at his pelvis. It was perfect—just like him.
I looked up to see his eyes, wide with disbelief, as we lay there on the ground, each of us stroking the other.
My head cocked to the side, taking in his beauty. I felt almost lightheaded from how much I wanted him.
