Wes liked the Hayden whodiddo those things, and I was on vacation. I was allowed to be different.
I was allowed to be someone that someone like Wes would like.
Wes’s whole face broke into a grin, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight like the creek below, and it felt like a good decision.
“C’mon,” Wes tilted his head in the direction of the car. “I’ll race you.”
* * *
We barely madeit to Wes’s bedroom before I couldn’t wait any longer, slamming him against the wall and pinning him there. He didn’t resist, didn’t so much as push back as I shoved a hand deep into his hair to hold him still so I could kiss the breath out of his lungs.
Wes’s mouth tasted of sea salt and lime and something I couldn’t identify, and he smelled of leather and fresh air andboy,and I liked boys so much, and I liked this specific boy more than I thought I should have.
“Mmm,” Wes hummed against my mouth, eyes hooded, body trapped under mine, hot and alive and so perfect I could barely handle it.
I wanted him. I hadn’twantedlike this in years, but I wouldn’t be satisfied until I’d licked every inch of his skin and made him come again and again and it was too much to want, too much to ask, but I wanted it anyway.
And I was pretty sure Wes would give it to me.
“You’re so hot right now,” Wes murmured, almost a purr.
“I want you,” I said, because it was still the only thing I could think. I wanted to touch him everywhere, I wanted it so bad I could hardly figure out where to start.
Wes smiled at me, toying with the fabric of my t-shirt. “I’m all yours,” he said, biting his lip as he looked me up and down. “You’re extremely welcome to fuck me.”
I wasn’t about to refuse an offer like that.
The mattress groaned as he hit it, laughing the whole time as I followed him down, pinning him in place again, swooping in for another kiss.
I’d missed this. Not sex, not exactly, buttouch. The touch of another human being who wanted to be around me.
“Lube and condoms in the nightstand,” Wes panted, breathless, wriggling under me like he couldn’t contain his excitement.
“Noted,” I said, pausing to take in his flushed cheeks, glazed eyes, heavy lashes, kiss-swollen lips.
He looked like he was having the time of his life, and that felt so good. No wonder people liked him if he made them all feel like the most competent lover in the world.
Wes’s hand slipped under my t-shirt, fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of my agonizingly tight jeans.
I almost cried with relief when he opened the zipper, hard cock springing free straight into his hand.
“You’re gonna hate me for this,” he said, slipping his fingers down further, stroking me through my underwear. “But Ireallylike these jeans on you.”
He laughed as my mouth fell open, stroking me again as if to ease the sting.
“Think I’d like ‘em a little moreoffyou right now, though.”
“That,” I began, gritting my teeth against a moan as Wes’s fingers slipped down further, brushing against my balls through just a thin layer of fabric. “Is the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Wes laughed again, helping me pull the stupid things down and pausing while I kicked my boots off, his whole face glowing as he watched me struggle out of them. Andthatwasn’t sexy, but it didn’t have to be. I knew it didn’t have to be.
Wes liked me just the way I was.
“You’re enjoying this,” I accused, climbing back on top of him now that I was finally free.
“Am I not meant to?” Wes raised an eyebrow, innocence written all over his face.
“You know what I mean.”
