Heat flooded his face. And his chest. Andsignificantlyfurther south.
What was that? Was he…?
“Oh,” he said out loud, against Dustin's mouth, half-breathless and half-alarmed.
Dustin paused, pulled back half an inch and looked at him.
Then lookeddown.
A slow wicked grin spread on his face.
“Well,” Dustin said. “Hello.”
“Don't,” Greg pleaded.
“Don't what?”
“Don't look at it.”
“I'm looking atyou.There just happens to be more of you than there was five minutes ago.”
“This has never…” Greg struggled for words. “I've never — this didn't?—”
“Never?” The teasing slid off Dustin's face. Something softer replaced it. “Not once?”
“There was never a reason.” Greg licked his lips and tasted Dustin and that was not making it easier to articulate his thoughts. “I told you. I'm technically functional. Technically. I didn't know it could just…activate… like?—”
Dustin shifted his thigh. Just slightly. A fractional increase in pressure.
Greg's entire body jolted and an embarrassing sound came out of him while more of his blood rushed south.
Dustin laughed. “Relax, sunshine.”
“I don't know what I'm doing,” Greg admitted.
“You don't have to know.” Dustin's mouth found his jaw. His neck. A spot below his ear that made Greg's thoughts stutter. “You only have to feel.”
Greg did feel.Everything— the friction, the heat, the maddening pressure of Dustin's thigh, and his body started to operate on instinct, hips rocking in small,helpless motions that he couldn't control and couldn't stop and didn't want to stop.
His head dropped back against the pillow and his mouth fell open but there were no words.
He'd spent decades cataloguing human language, filling notebooks with phrases from deathbeds, and none of them had prepared him for this. For the hot, urgent,achingneed that was rewriting his entire understanding of what his body was for.
He was only a teaspoon of soul stuff.
Dustin was a bonfire.
And Greg wanted to burn with him.
But then Dustin's mouth found his neck andsuckedand Greg had to grab at the bedsheet because he needed to hold onto something or he was going to?—
He was going to?—
His fingertips had gone transparent.
Oh no.No.
Not now. Not when?—
