Chapter Nine
Isaac started awake, panting for breath and soaked in sweat. His mind raced as he remembered the last few fleeting details of the dream he’d been having.
Julian.
Isaac swallowed. It had felt soreal. Up until a moment ago, he’d been able to feel the warm weight of Julian’s body on top of him.
The anticipation still sat heavy in his chest, a tight ball tucked under his heart. Julian had been about to kiss him. And it wasn’t the first time.
He’d beenwithJulian, and he could remember the softness of his lips, the taste of his skin.
Isaac glanced to the other side of the bed, just to make sure that Julianwasn’tthere with him.
Something that almost felt like disappointment twinged in his chest as he realized he was alone. He swallowed, trying to get his thoughts into order, but all he could think of was Julian smiling down at him, about to kiss him.
His cock throbbed between his legs.
Without thinking about it, Isaac trailed his hand down his stomach, hissing as he let it rest on his thigh. The skin there was oversensitive, nerve endings sparking everywhere he made contact.
His cock was achingly hard, desperate to be touched. With a soft moan, he wrapped his fingers around it, a jolt of pleasure hitting him in the gut as soon as he had a firm grip.
Was he really getting off on thinking aboutkissingJulian? Just kissing?
Well… notjustkissing. There’d definitely been a little grinding, and a lot of touching.
And soft, eager laughter, and breathy moans. All of it had made Isaac’s gut feel tight, his pulse pound. He hadn’t been this turned on in a while.
Need spurred him to tug on his cock, thumbing a bead of precome away from the head and spreading it down the length. Isaac bit his lip as he slicked the way, his hips rocking up into his hand, eager for more.
In the safety of his own bedroom, he could admit that he’d been alittleturned on the one time he’d actually kissed a man. It’d been new, and exciting, and maybe…
Maybe he wanted that with Julian, because Julian was safe, and Isaac was all kinds of curious right now.
Maybe he wanted Julian on top of him, grinning down at him, all that bright, teasing playfulness they’d had yesterday lighting up his eyes.
Julian was mesmerizing when he was having fun. When he was happy.
Maybe Isaac just wanted more of that.
As much of it as Julian would give him, even. Maybe he wanted to pull Julian to him, grab hold of his hips and pin him against the wall. Kiss him breathless and panting, grinding against him, hands fumbling with buckles and zips...
Tension pooled in his belly as he thought of it, of Julian’s hand replacing his own, of Julian whispering that he’d take care of Isaac now.
You wanted me to teach you, Julian said in his mind, a smirk playing around his lips.
Isaac did. In this moment, right now, he wanted Julian to show him everything. Everything he didn’t know. All the ways things were different—and the same—with another man.
With Julian, specifically.
Isaac thumbed at the sensitive underside of his head, the seam where it met the length of his cock, raising a knee, spreading himself out unconsciously. Waiting eagerly for Julian to come to him, just like he had in his dream.
Waiting for the door to creak open, a shaft of light spilling through, and then Julian. Julian slipping into the room, stalking over to the bed, climbing on top of Isaac’s hips.
His mouth would be so hot, so soft and needy, as desperate for Isaac as Isaac was for him.
Heat bloomed in Isaac’s stomach at the thought, his hips rocking up into his hand, breath coming in shallow gasps as he let the fantasy play out in his mind.
God, he wanted Julian. Wanted what he’d had in his own dream, the warmth and affection, the sureness that this was safe, that it’d be fun, that it was what he was meant to be doing.
