9
Andy
I hummedas Kit kissed me for what felt like the hundredth time, stretching out under him and luxuriating in the feel of him against me, warm and solid, hard and soft in all the right places. He smelled of home in a way nothing else ever had, and of the cologne I’d only ever caught a hint of before when I’d gotten close.
So good, I either said or thought. I couldn’t tell anymore, and it probably didn’t matter anyway. Kit knew how much I liked him, he couldfeelhow much I liked him pressed against his hip.
“Andy,” Kit murmured against my lips. “Andy,” he repeated, louder, tickling the shell of my ear.
I moaned and stretched out, grabbing at him to pull him closer.
“Andy,” he repeated, sharp and alarmed.
I woke with a start.
... pressed up against Kit’s side, grabbing a handful of his t-shirt...
... and apparently in the process of humping his leg.
“Uh,” I said, letting go of his shirt as blood rushed to my face, making the back of my neck itch.
What was the etiquette in a situation like this? I’d never shared a bed with someone Iwasn’tfucking, and I’d definitely never woken up grinding against someone who I hadn’t had sex with at least once.
We hadn’t had sex, had we?
No. No, I remembered now. I’d kissed Kit like I meant it last night, and then as soon as we were behind closed doors we’d awkwardly ignored each other as we got ready for bed.
“I’ll, umm...” I shifted my hips back, but it was way too late for that.
Kit was blushing all the way down his neck—and I reallycouldsmell that cologne.
A throb of want went straight to my cock.
No. Down, boy.
It wasn’t listening to me. It was listening to how good Kit smelled and how incredible kissing him last night had felt and how much I wanted to do it again.
“Quite all right,” Kit said before I’d even managed to come to the conclusion that I should have been apologizing. “No harm done. I’d say it wasn’t the first time it’d happened to me, but it umm... was, actually, and I promised not to lie to you. Still, perfectly understandable,” Kit rambled. “Under the circumstances. It was cold last night, and obviously—”
“Kit,” I interrupted. “You’re not the one who needs to be embarrassed here.”
“Tell that to my sense of shame.” He sighed.
“I would if I thought it’d help,” I said, flopping onto my back.
It didn’t do anything to disguise my hard-on, but at least I wasn’t in danger of rubbing it against Kit anymore.
He glanced at me, and then looked away so quickly I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d given himself whiplash.
“I suppose I ought to be flattered,” he said after a moment. “But I also suppose you imagined I was someone else.”
I didn’t want to lie to him. I’d asked him not to lie to me, and that was almost a direct question. It couldn’t be one rule for him, one rule for me, could it?
It was one thing not to tell him unasked that I did really,reallylike him, but it was another thing to make up a story about thinking he was someone else.
A knock on the door saved me from having to make a decision.
“Breakfast in five, boys,” Teddy called through the door. “Be quick, or I’ll eat all the bacon.”
