Chapter Thirteen
Isaac gasped as he rocked his hips against Julian’s, a wave of arousal rolling through him as he felt the other man’s answering hardness through his work pants.
This was… wow.
Wow.
It was new, and exciting, and it felt as though he’d been waiting a lifetime for it. As though his entire time knowing Julian had been leading up to this moment.
Isaac swallowed, backing off as Julian squeezed his waist. He looked down at him, at his kiss-swollen lips and mussed hair, and his heart swelled.
This felt good. He’d been nervous before, afraid of what might happen if he made a move, but now…
Julian licked his lips, looking up at Isaac with dark, glazed eyes.
He wanted this, too, andmanthat felt good. Isaac was used to being wanted, but not by Julian.
“You sure you want this?” Julian asked. “Because you can’t take it back.”
Some part of Isaac knew that wasn’t true. If they did this, and he asked never to talk about it again later, Julian would go along with it. Like he went along with everything else.
That was cruel, though, and Isaac wasn’t planning on cruelty.
“I want this if you want this,” he murmured, reaching out to cup Julian’s jaw. “And I think… I think you do,” he added, voice breaking.
After a moment, Julian nodded.
Isaac’s stomach swooped as he pulled him into another kiss, curling his hand around the back of Julian’s neck to keep him in place. His other hand gripped the back of the couch, for balance, and the whole thing made him feel like a teenager again.
He’d imagined this, when theywereteenagers. Just a time or two, and he’d dismissed it as an idle thought, the wandering of a permanently horny mind, but now…
Maybe it was something else.
Isaac rocked his hips again, seeking the delicious friction he’d felt against Julian’s hard cock. A jolt of arousal went directly to the pit of his stomach as he found it, a tiny, soft grunt escaping him as his hips bucked, still looking for more.
Without losing another moment, Isaac moved to push Julian down onto the couch, covering his best friend’s body with his own. Julian went without protest, looking up at Isaac like he was feeling all the same things.
That look was enough to make Isaac’s heart leap into his throat. Julianwantedhim, just as much as he wanted Julian.
Isaac kissed him again. It was hard not to, when his lips were justthere, and he wasn’t telling Isaac to stop, and Isaac wanted this with every fiber of his being.
His hand moved to the front of Julian’s pants, grabbing and tugging at his belt until he managed to unbuckle it. He growled in frustration as he fumbled with it, and practically tore Julian’s fly open to make up for lost time.
His fingers brushing Julian’s cock through the fabric of his underwear sent sparks skittering up his arm and pooling in his belly, arousal growing there.
Isaac could barely process how much he wanted this. How desperately he needed to touch Julian, how good it felt that he was allowed.
He leaned in to kiss Julian again, wanting everything he could get from this. Everything Julian would give him. The warmth of his mouth, the faint scratch of stubble against his jaw, the way Julian gave and gave andgave, making soft, needy little noises as Isaac took, not complaining once.
Julian’s hands worked their way under his t-shirt, fingers trailing along his sides and leaving Isaac’s skin burning in their wake. Isaac’s stomach bottomed out as a wave of arousal rolled over him, his thighs tensing with the urge to rock against Julian, seek out more friction.
His hands went to his own pants this time, fumbling to get them open, eager to feel the warmth of Julian’s body against his. He might never have done this before, but he knew what he wanted.
Julian. Every part of him, right now.
A broken moan escaped him as he finally got his jeans open, relief washing over him.
“You okay?” Julian asked, the first words he’d spoken in a solid few minutes.
