He didn’t plan on pushing. If Ryan said stop, they’d stop, and he’d forget all about this.
But if Ryan wanted more…
Blood was already rushing to Oscar’s cock, so he wasn’t about to say no. Ryan was only staying until his divorce settlement, anyway. It wouldn’t be awkward fortoolong if it went wrong.
“So…” he began, waiting for Ryan’s verdict on whether or not this was something he wanted. His gaze fell to Ryan’s kiss-swollen lips, then trailed up to his heavy-lidded, glazed eyes.
Ryan’sbodydefinitely seemed to want more of this, but whether or not his heart and mind did was the real question. Oscar knew it was a big step, even if he’d been thinking about it for a while.
Hell, maybe evenmoreif he’d been thinking about it for a while. All that anticipation had to make this a big deal in his mind.
A soft, needy whimper broke free of Ryan’s throat, his lips trembling as the sound escaped them.
A smile spread across Oscar’s face in response, a reaction he couldn’t have controlled even if he wanted to. Ryan wasgorgeouslike this.
And if Oscar was careful and patient, he could be all his. For the night, at least.
And then they could forget all about it come Monday morning, a secret that’d stay here when they left and didn’t have to haunt them until Ryan went away.
“You don’t need to have all the answers,” Oscar said softly, remembering what he’d interrupted Ryan in the middle of saying. “The only answer you need right now is whether or not you want this. Just this, and don’t worry about anything else. And any answer is fine. And no one ever has to know.”
He could keep a secret, if Ryan didn’t want everyone to know he’d done this. It wouldn’t have been the first time and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
“I like kissing you,” Ryan murmured, shy and soft.
Oscar wanted to pull him out of his shell with a careful, firm hand. He wanted to see Ryan enjoying himself, lettinggo, accepting that it was okay to want whatever he wanted. That his feelings weren’t wrong or bad and that he didn’t have to understand every tiny detail of them toacton them, because life was too short.
“Feeling’s mutual.” Oscar grinned at him. “Wanna know what I’d like?”
Ryan bit his lip—and dammit, every time he did that, Oscar wanted to take over and bite itforhim—but nodded.
“Well, first of all, I’d like to kiss you again,” Oscar began, reaching out to trail the tip of a finger along the back of Ryan’s hand, a tiny gesture that he knew was more intimate and soothing than anything else he could do right now.
He felt a shiver run through Ryan at the contact, smiling to himself at the effect he was having. The coiled tension in every fiber of Ryan’s being was impossible to miss, and Oscar wanted to unravel it.
Ryan was all the things he liked in a partner. Sweet, shy, and almost guaranteed to be excited about everything Oscar could do to him, because it was a novelty for him.
Besides, he seemed like the kind of guy who’d never really gotten laid by someone who knew what they were doing. Oscar, if nothing else, knew what he was doing. Sex was easily his favorite hobby.
“Then I think I’d climb into your lap,” Oscar added, brushing his fingertip over the pulse point on the inside of Ryan’s wrist, pausing to enjoy the way it jumped under his touch. “Kiss you some more, for good measure. Push you back onto the bed.”
Ryan swallowed audibly, the tips of his ears bright red by now. This was definitely working for him.
“Slide my hands under your shirt,” he continued, lowering his voice to a murmur. “Kiss my way down your stomach, maybe leave a bruise or two for you to find in the morning. Shove youradorableSuperman pajama pants out of the way…”
He paused to lean in, close enough that his lips would brush the shell of Ryan’s ear as he spoke. “And then suck your cock until you come sobbing. Work for you?”
At this distance, with the otherwise total silence of the house, Oscar couldhearRyan’s heart beating. Thudding in his chest, like a frightened rabbit, his breaths coming quick and shallow.
He wasn’t scared, though. Or if he was, he was scaredandinterested.
Which, in Oscar’s experience, could beveryhot. The moment a previously-straight boy realized that other boys were fun was always good.
“Yes,” Ryan said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat, swallowing thickly again, the hand Oscar was still stroking gently trembling under his touch. “Yeah. That… works for me.”
Oscar chuckled, reaching out to touch Ryan’s cheek and turn his face toward him again. “I’m gonna change your life,” he said, unable to stop himself from grinning as he leaned in to kiss Ryan again.
