Chapter Twenty-Seven
Isaac laughed as Julian pushed him back on the bed, kicking his shoes off hurriedly and shuffling up toward the pillows. He watched Julian shrug his jacket off and let it hit the floor, barely remembering having his own removed at the front door.
They’d kissed the whole way to the bedroom, and Isaac’s chest was still heaving with the need to catch his breath.
Not that he reallywantedto catch his breath. As Julian stalked him up the bed, pausing to unbutton his cuffs, Isaac had already had more than enough of not kissing him.
Thankfully, Julian apparently felt the same way, putting a hand on the middle of his chest to brace himself and then more or less crashing into Isaac’s lips, a low, hungry noise rumbling in his chest.
“I want you,” he murmured against Isaac’s lips, fingers already working on the buttons of Isaac’s shirt.
It was hard to argue with that.
Isaac’s hands went to Julian’s belt, working the buckle open with less finesse than he would have liked. He finally tugged it free with a triumphant laugh, tossing it aside, and by then Julian was urging him to shrug out of his shirt.
A moment later he watched it fluttering to the floor, and Julian was on top of him again, tugging athisbelt this time.
Isaac reached out, curling his hand around the back of Julian’s neck and pulling him in for a biting kiss. Forget the sloppy, nervous makeouts teenagers had. He wanted all of Julian, every inch of him, starting with his lips and tongue and teeth.
Arousal built in the pit of his stomach, tight and hot and urgent. The kiss broke for a second, both of them panting for breath while Julian wriggled out of his pants—and underwear.
Isaac risked a look, licking his lips when he saw that Julian was already hard.
For him.
If he ever got used to that, he’d be surprised.
“Your bisexuality is showing again,” Julian teased. “I’m so proud of you for coming out, but you didn’t have to.”
“The ship had already sailed,” Isaac said, looking up at Julian with unfocused eyes. “Might as well have a little say in the direction it’s going.”
Julian hummed, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Isaac’s pants and underwear at the same time, tugging them down past his hips, past his knees, and then leaving Isaac to kick them the rest of the way off while his beautiful, incredible boyfriend stared helplessly at his cock.
At least that was a problem theybothhad.
“Can I…” Julian started, halting halfway to meet Isaac’s eyes instead. “How do you feel about switching, this time?”
A wave of lust washed over Isaac, making his head light for a moment with the sheer force of it. He wet his lips, then nodded eagerly, trying to come up with words that weren’thell yes dear god please.
Julian smiled the shyest, most wonderful smile Isaac had seen on him since they were kids.
Which was a little jarring considering what it wasfor, but that didn’t stop Isaac enjoying it even a little.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Julian climbed on top of him again, rocking his hips in a slow, deep circle against Isaac’s, their cocks rubbing together between them. The sheerintimacyof it was enough to make Isaac gasp, his chest tight with everything he was suddenly feeling.
He reached out to the other side of the bed, shoving his hand under the pillow to produce the lube he’d bought and stashed there after his and Julian’s first time.
“When did you get a chance to use half a bottle of lube?” Julian asked, glancing over at the bottle in Isaac’s hand.
Isaac blushed deeply. “I, uh… was… experimenting? After we, umm…”
Julian’s eyes lit up. “I’m gonna want to see that sometime. Youexperimenting.”
There was that wave of lust again, tugging on Isaac’s gut, threatening to pull him under. Not that he minded drowning in Julian.
“But not now,” Julian murmured, leaning in again and kissing Isaac, running nimble fingers up his side, tickling his ribs to make him gasp, seizing the opportunity to push his tongue into Isaac’s mouth, claiming every inch of it as his own.
He didn’t need to bother. Isaac was already his.
