“Isn’t a grape a berry?” I asked.
“Surely not. They’re grapes,” Kit said, but he didn’t sound entirely convinced.
I’d always liked tipsy Kit, but I liked him so much more when his free hand was straying to my ass and grabbing hold like he owned it.
“But aren’t berries, like… they’re little fruits with seeds inside, yeah?” I said, holding my fingers a grape’s-length apart to demonstrate. “So grapesareberries.”
“What about strawberries?” Kit asked, blinking at me. “They’ve got the seeds on the outside.”
“They’re not really berries,” I said.
“Bollocks, they’ve got berry in the name,” Kit argued.
“Good point.” I drained the rest of my glass, letting that thought swirl in my brain for a moment, then losing track of it entirely and focusing instead on setting down the wine glass without it slipping out of my wet fingers.
“I’m very clever,” Kit said seriously.
I didn’t mean to burst into giggles, but I couldn’t help it.
“Iamvery clever, thank you,” Kit said, brows knitting together. “You know, in no fantasy I’ve ever had about you sitting naked in my lap did you laugh at me.”
“You’ve fantasized about me sitting naked in your lap?” I asked.
Kit took a breath to speak, looked at me, pursed his lips, and then glared at his wine glass. “I didn’t mean to say that aloud.”
“You’ve had two glasses, it’s not the wine’s fault,” I said, walking my fingers up his chest, tracing along his collarbone with the pad of my thumb.
I loved touching him.
“I always wanted you to kiss me when we were coming home from a night out,” I confessed, tracing patterns on his skin. “Dinner or drinks or a movie or something. I kept imagining that we’d practically fall through the doorway laughing with each other, and then there’d be this… pause, when the door closed behind us. And you’d look at me like you were seeing me for the first time, and then a heartbeat later you’d kiss me.”
I didn’t know when I’d looked away from Kit’s face, but when I glanced up again, he was looking at me exactly like I’d imagined. Like he was seeing me for the first time.
My breath caught as Kit reached out to me, fingertips brushing the shell of my ear, diving deep into my hair, and then pulling me in for a wet, messy, open-mouthed kiss.
Tipsy Kit didn’t hold back even a little when he kissed, tongue thrusting into my mouth, teeth scraping my lower lip, fingers gripping my ass and hair like he was afraid I was about to slip away.
Ireallyliked Tipsy Kit.
“I like the way it tastes on your tongue,” Kit murmured, nose brushing against mine, a rumbling, happy sound vibrating in his chest. “The wine, I mean.”
I laughed, and surged forward to kiss him again.
Water splashed out of the tub, candles sputtered and died, Kit gasped into my mouth, and I loved all of it.
“I like the wayyoutaste,” I said, panting to catch my breath, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “And feel.”
“What did you imagine after we kissed?” Kit asked, looking up at me with dark eyes and kiss-swollen lips, hard cock pressing into my stomach.
“Sex,” I said, still breathless. “Bed-wrecking, messy, marathon sex that left us both a little bruised and sore but so satisfied and happy. And no awkwardness after, just like… wondering why the hell we didn’t do it sooner.”
“I was so afraid of losing you as a friend that I would never have dared,” Kit said, glancing away.
“You’ll always be my best friend,” I promised. “Who else would sit and pretend he liked watching Star Trek re-runs with me when I can’t sleep? Who else would spend years making upterriblebets just so he could buy me coffee?”
“Betting I can beat the lift by taking the stairs has been excellent for my overall fitness levels,” Kit objected. “AndI got to buy you coffee, and there’s nothing you love more than coffee.”
“Chocolate-covered pretzels,” I said. “But it’s close.”
“I like making you happy, Andy,” Kit said, playing with my hair.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yes,” Kit said with a look that left me swallowing past a lump in my throat.
I leaned in for another kiss, keeping this one softer and sweeter. Just like Kit. My sweet, soft, shy Kit.
“Come to bed,” I murmured against his lips. “That’d make me happy.”
