10
“What if I wanted to try being bi with you?” Ryan asked as Oscar headed over to the bed, fresh from his shower and dressed in sweatpants and an old sanctuary t-shirt.
That… definitely got his attention.
There was that little tendril of lust again, tugging at his belly button.
He paused, meeting Ryan’s eyes for a long second before deciding that yeah, he’ddefinitelyheard right.
Oscar wet his lips.
He couldn’t pretend he hadn’t had the same thought. That maybe he could help Ryan out, help him decide whether or not this was something he wanted.
Hell, he’d done it for enough other people. He was starting to think he had a big neonexperiment with mesign hovering over his head that only bi-curious men could see.
It wasn’t such a bad deal. They were usually eager to learn and a lot of fun.
Ryan could have been a lot of fun, too.
“Do you?” Oscar asked, sensing a note of hesitation in Ryan’s voice. Nervousness made sense, but this also wasn’t the kind of hookup where they’d never see each other again. On Monday, they’d still be working in the same place.
They couldn’t avoid each other if things went wrong.
On the other hand, Oscar loved making terrible decisions. It was his number-one skill.
“I trust you,” Ryan said softly. “And I think I like you.”
“Youthink you like me?” Oscar raised an eyebrow. He could live with Ryan being nervous, but he’d have to do a little better than that. Oscar still had standards.
Ryan’s fingers tightened around handfuls of the duvet at the edge of the bed. “I… wanted to kiss you. Before. When we…” he gestured vaguely to the door.
“I guess that’s where we left the conversation,” Oscar said, barely believing his luck.
It was obvious that Ryan was still unsure, but he seemed to have a clear idea that he wantedsomething. Maybe not so much what that something was.
Oscar was inclined to give it to him. Whatever it happened to be. He was generous like that.
Generous and going through a dry spell. The thought of breaking it was appealing, especially if he got to break it withRyan, who was definitely cute.
He sat down on the bed next to him, half-tempted to reach out and take his hand, squeeze it reassuringly, promise him it’d all be okay.
What he wasn’t sure of was whether or not that would help him get laid tonight, which he was starting to want. A little makeout session would have been nice, even.
Anything, really.
“I don’t have all the answers,” Ryan said. “I don’t… know. And I guess maybe it’s too much to ask, but—”
Oscar’s famously thin patience snapped, his hand coming up without conscious thought and turning Ryan’s face toward him, shoving deep into his hair and pulling him forward.
As expected, Ryan grunted in surprise, but then threw Oscar’s carefully-constructed script out the window by parting his lips, hot and eager, leaning into the kiss hungrily.
This wasn’t the shy, awkward kiss Oscar had been expecting. This was years of unfulfilled desire, fueled by excitement.
Heat flared in the pit of Oscar’s stomach, Ryan’s enthusiasm doing all kinds of good things for him. He made a soft, happy noise against Ryan’s mouth, brushing their noses together as he shifted positions, a grin spreading across his face.
Yeah, okay, he coulddefinitelyget into this if it was what Ryan wanted. He tasted of toothpaste and the faintest hint of stale beer, and his hair was still damp from the shower, the floral scent of the guest shampoo a strange contrast to the traces of his intensely masculine cologne. All of which was working for Oscar in ways he would never have expected but was more than happy to explore.
Ryan was panting when Oscar broke off, giving him a moment to breathe and think about what they were doing.
