Brent’s head spun as soon as the words were out, fear of rejection making his stomach cramp up.
“Your bed?” Riley asked. For once in his life, he sounded unsure.
Brent wasn’t sure how to take that. He nodded anyway, figuring he’d come too far to back out now.
“My bed,” Brent confirmed. “That is, uh… if you want?”
When Riley didn’t immediately respond, Brent swallowed, looking down. “I know that maybe we’re not doing that anymore, and that’s okay, and I know that this kinda feels like a rebound thing, and I promise you it’s not, I’d never do that to you. I just… I want you to come inside. Please. If you want to.”
Brent knew he was letting his mouth get away from him, his pulse pounding in his ears as he explained himself.
Riley stared at him again, sharp brown eyes taking in every inch of Brent’s face, peering at him as though Riley could see right into his soul.
Maybe he could. Brent wouldn’t have been all that surprised.
Before Brent knew what was happening, Riley pounced on him, pushing him back against the wall of the RV. The whole thing bounced on its suspension, lurching back and forth under Brent’s feet.
He didn’t have time to get his balance again before Riley was kissing him, his mouth hot and insistent. Brent moaned a low, relieved moan as he steadied Riley by the hips, leaning back and letting Riley take whatever he wanted.
This wasn’t a no. He was pretty confident about that.
Riley made a soft, needy sound, swiping his tongue over the seam of Brent’s lips and pressing his whole body against him.
Riley hadn’t been like this before. He’d let Brent do whatever he wanted, but he hadn’t pushed for anything for himself.
It was really,reallyhot when he did.
“I told you people who came back were special,” Riley murmured against Brent’s lips, his hand sliding between them, skimming over Brent’s already half-hard cock through his jeans.
Rileyhadtold him that, but he only remembered it now. Sex with Riley had been more fun, more comfortable than sex with anyone else had ever been.
It didn’t take someone special to come back to Riley. Brent just wanted to feel that safe again, that cared for.
That wasn’t special at all. It was human.
Riley kissed his way along Brent’s jaw, pausing where it joined his neck and yanking his belt and fly open, pushing his jeans down. He gasped as the back of Riley’s knuckles brushed over the length of his cock, only the thin fabric of his underwear between them.
Having Riley touch him was intense in a way Brent had never experienced before. He’d never felt so eager, so needy around anyone else. Not like this. Sex hadneverfelt like this, and they were barely touching.
Brent’s head spun at the thought.
“Tell me if you need to stop,” Riley said, his breath tickling Brent’s ear.
“I don’t need to stop.” Brent steeled himself, and then reached down as well to push Riley’s pants down and out of the way, his bravery rewarded with a soft whimper as he moved his hand to cup Riley’s cock through his underwear.
Riley felt warm in his hand, heavier than Brent had expected. He’d never touched a man like this before, but Riley held still, patient as ever, his heaving breaths the only sign that he was affected at all.
Brent inched his hand down so his fingertips brushed against Riley’s balls, the heel of his hand putting pressure on the length of Riley’s cock, pressing it up against his stomach.
Riley moaned, resting his head against Brent’s shoulder, panting harshly, rocking his hips into Brent’s hand. Brent moved his free hand to the waistband of Riley’s underwear, pushing them down as well, everything catching halfway down Riley’s thighs.
His stomach swooped as he wrapped his fingers around Riley’s cock.
He’d never actually touched him the first time. The low, broken moan Riley made the moment Brent tightened his grip told him that he should have.
Riley didn’t hold back. It made touching him feel good, it made Brent feel as though this wasn’t just out of pity or an attempt to comfort a friend.
Riley wanted it as much as he did.
