He thinks this is fun. Meanwhile, I’m dying a slow, magnificent death on this counter. Part of me wants to see where this goes. Just how far is he willing to take this little experiment? But the other part of me knows I’ll never recover from this. I’ll spend my nights thinking about this moment, wishing for more just like it. And now that I know how it feels to have his tongue tangle with mine and lash at my skin, no one else stands a chance.
Not that they ever did.
I grip Liam’s hips and gently push, trying to put a little space between us.
“Hey, I appreciate whatever the hell this is, but I don’t know that it works like this.” I’m not sure my words make sense, but he needs to know that I don’t expect him to give in to my desires. He also needs to know that while there are a lot of words I would use to describe what we’re doing,funisn’t even in the top ten.
“So, you’re telling me how to be gay? Considering how you feel about your brother, that’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think?” he fires back passionately.
I try to keep my tone loving instead of condescending as I remind him, “Li, you’re not gay. Or bi. You’ve been chasing girls since we were in the fourth grade, dude.”
“And yet, I’ve never felt like this. Maybe I was chasing the wrong thing? Besides,” he smirks like he’s about to pull the trump card. “A wise man once told me that sexuality is more of a sliding scale than a stationary point. Why do we have to call it anything? Maybe I’m just sliding in the other direction a little.”
“Did you just use my own words against me?”
His smile grows, making my fucking balls ache.
“Sure did.”
Rolling my eyes, I can’t help but laugh. “You sound like Taylor.”
Li grimaces just a little at the mention of my brother. “I should probably call him and apologize.”
My next question is totally a mood-ruiner, but it’s probably for the best. Liam and I need to have some serious conversations before we go any further becausefurthermeans I’m going to come, and it’s a little too soon for me to shoot my load on my best friend, regardless of how much he’ssliding.
“Are you planning on talking to your dad about all of this?” I ask.
“Not in the next few hours,” he says matter-of-factly. “Now, can we finish this conversation later? I was kind of enjoying what we were doing.”
He dives back in for my mouth, and as much as I should resist him, I don’t. Liam is good at everything. Dancing, skiing, running, and now, I can confidently add kissing to the list.
He knows his way around my mouth like he’s lived there his whole life.
Not too much tongue, hands in all the right places, the perfect sounds.
He’s a fucking masterpiece.
As his hands roam my skin, he pulls back one more time, and the loss of his lips against mine is devastating.
Searching my eyes, he says, “You know, making out with you is exciting because it’s nice when my partner gets noticeably turned on as fast as I do.”
I’m about to protest, because I just can’t believe he’s as turned on as I am, but he grabs my hand and brings it to his cock, which is indeed hard as stone. Apparently, when he leaned forward, it was trapped against the cabinets beneath thecounter, but when he adjusts his hips, it springs forward, clearly thankful to have more room.
All the breath leaves my lungs.
Liam is hard…forme.
This isn’t my first encounter with Liam’s dick. It’s not even my second, third, or fourth. I’ve seen it at sleepovers, in locker rooms, at the lake, hell, one time I even walked in on him and his girlfriend, Sara, our senior year of high school, and I will never unsee those images as long as I live.
But this is the first interaction I’ve had with it where it’s hard because ofme. And I’m so fucking turned on, I can’t stop myself from touching him. I’m going to come on us both because the train has already left the station and is barreling down the tracks with no hope of calling it back.
I grip his shaft through his shorts, but the spandex layer underneath makes it impossible to get my fingers fully around it.
Without my having to ask, Liam pushes his shorts down and steps out of them. There’s a lot to be said for having a shameless best friend. Liam doesnotcare who sees him naked. Nor should he, as he’s fucking gorgeous, and works hard for his body.
“Li,” I pant. “You have to tell me when to stop because I’m about to take everything you’ll give me…maybe more.”
And then he says words I’ve fantasized about hearing from him almost my whole life.
