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The first touch of Oscar’s fingertips against the soft, sensitive skin of Ryan’s belly made him gasp, his hips jerking up off the mattress automatically, his body being so damnedsurethat he wanted this making it that much easier.
“You like that, huh?” Oscar asked, shifting his weight on Ryan’s thighs. He had him pinned to the bed, pushed down onto it as promised, confident and forceful like no one had ever been with him.
Ryan had always been expected to take the lead before now, and it had never quite come naturally. Oscar sweeping in and kissing him breathless made his head spin, excitement tying knots in his stomach.
He’d never felt wanted like this before.
He nodded eagerly, staring up at Oscar with wide eyes, still trying to convince himself that this washappening.
Oscar chuckled, smiling down fondly at him like he was the most interesting thing in the world right now, chewing on his lower lip as though planning his next move with careful precision.
Hell, that was probablyexactlywhat he was doing.
The thought made Ryan squirm, eager to have whatever Oscar would give him. He was quickly coming to the conclusion that yeah, he was into this, he hadn’t been imagining that he might be into other guys.
Which, honestly, was a relief. At least he had the first few shreds of a goddamn answer now.
“Wonder what else you like…” Oscar trailed off, pushing the thin t-shirt Ryan had been planning to sleep in up and out of the way. He wasn’t sure how much sleep either of them were likely to get now.
Ryan hissed as Oscar skimmed his hand up his chest, thumb brushing over a nipple. That was almost toomuch, too intense, but he liked the way Oscar touched him and didn’t want it to stop.
Curiosity finally outweighing nervousness, Ryan reached out, pushing his own hand under the hem of Oscar’s t-shirt. Oscar’s answering gasp as he ran his fingers over the smooth, warm skin underneath made him smile, thrilled that he could make Oscar feel good, too.
Maybe he didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but that wouldn’t stop him from at leasttrying.
“Could… can… uh…” Ryan paused to wet his lips, trying to get his thoughts in order. “Could this come off?” he asked, tugging at the hem of the t-shirt.
Oscar paused, quirking an eyebrow, and then smirked. He sat up, sliding his hand back down Ryan’s chest and stomach as he did so, leaving a trail of tingling pleasure in his wake.
Ryan stared as Oscar reached behind his head to get a grip on his t-shirt, grabbing the back of the collar and pulling it off in one fluid, practiced motion that highlighted his incredible, effortless grace.
He could feel his eyes widening as he looked up at Oscar, taking in every detail from his gently-toned chest to the dark, neat trail of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his sweatpants teasingly.
It hit him, all at once, that hewantedthis. That Oscar wasn’t like any woman he’d ever been with—not that he’d been with a lot of them—but it didn’t matter.
Not only did it notmatter, it was hot.Thiswas hot.
“Waiting for a compliment, here,” Oscar joked, his voice still so soft and calm that it made Ryan’s heart clench in his chest.
Oscar was being good to him. Better, he thought, than anyone ever had been.
“You’re beautiful,” Ryan said automatically, once he remembered how words worked. Oscarwasbeautiful, everything Ryan would have looked for in a man if he’d ever thought about it before.
He reached out, marveling at the contrast between his pale fingers and Oscar’s darker skin. A soft gasp escaped him as Ryan traced the trail of dark hair with his thumb, pausing at the waistband of his sweatpants, debating whether or not he should pull them down.
They weren’t doing a whole lot to hide Oscar’s interest, a telltale bulge giving away that he was half-hard under them already.
FromkissingRyan.
Wow. He wasn’t sure he’d ever turned anyone on like that.
“That works,” Oscar said, taking Ryan’s extended hand in his own. He raised it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles, anddamn, that was hot.
Not just hot. Intimate.
Ryan had thought ofintimateandsexyas two different things before now, but it turned out that one action, even a tiny one like that, could be both. At least, in the hands of someone who clearly knew what they were doing.
