No matter how many times Julian tried to convince himself that Isaac hadn’t been about to kiss him, that there was another explanation for him swooping in, and then being spooked by the car driving past, he knew the truth. Isaac had, for whatever reason, wanted to kiss him.
Even if it was only for a moment.
That was enough to make hope swell in Julian’s chest, make him think that maybe,maybehe’d get his chance.
It wasn’t a secret that Isaac was using this as a chance to experiment, feel out the borders of his sexuality. Even if Isaac didn’t quite know that yet, Julian wasn’t stupid. He’d seen the spark of curiosity in his eyes. More than once now.
What he wanted most of all was for Isaac to just get it over with, put him out of his misery. He was happy to be Isaac’s safe, experimental sex toy if that was what he wanted.
But Isaachadto make the first move. Anything else would ruin everything.
As Isaac leaned back, screwing the top back on the pot of cream, Julian felt his skin tingle with anticipation.
There was so much tension in the air between them that it was a little hard to breathe.
“Feeling any better?” Isaac asked, his voice odd, deeper than usual.
Julian nodded, biting his lip. Dammit, hewantedIsaac.
And he was finally convinced that Isaac wanted him, too. He could see the way his eyes burned, the barely-hidden tension in his body. He was practically vibrating with nerves, inches away from Julian.
Julian’s heart skipped as Isaac reached out to touch his face again, fingers trembling. He expected them to touch the bruise, check for soreness, wipe some excess cream off, but instead they landed on his cheek.
Eyes wide, Julian stared at Isaac.
Please kiss me, he thought, silently begging Isaac to read this situation the way it was, to see how eager and willing Julian would have been.
Isaac moved so fast that Julian barely saw it, their lips crashing together before he could brace himself. His mouth was open just a little, and Isaac didn’t waste any time taking advantage of it, swiping his tongue along Julian’s lower lip teasingly.
This was more like it.
Julian moaned into the kiss, shifting forward on the couch, reaching out to curl his hand around the back of Isaac’s head, holding him in place so he could explore his mouth.
Warm arousal bloomed in his stomach, tension already starting to pool lower down.
He’d wanted this for so long. Almost given up hope. Could barely keep a coherent thought in his head as Isaac parted his lips, kissing Julian hot and eager, nipping at his lower lip, pressing their noses together, moving forward and pushing him back, sitting down on top of his hips.
Julian was pinned in place, arousal flooding to his belly with every beat of his heart, every movement of Isaac’s body against his. His cock stirred in his pants, his thighs already tight with the urge to buck and thrust up against Isaac, grind against him until they both came panting.
“Want you,” Isaac said against Julian’s kiss-swollen lips, his voice ragged, his breaths harsh. He rocked his hips, as if to illustrate exactlyhowhe wanted Julian.
Julian’s head spun, the room swaying for a moment.
Yes. Hell yes.
He nodded eagerly, tightening his grip on the back of Isaac’s head, and pulling him in for another kiss.
He planned on enjoying this.
