Trevor wasn’t sure what to do; he’d anticipated that this would be simple. So easy to fall into each other, because on his side, the desire had been so unexpectedly steady and strong.
But instead, awkwardness descended.
Should Trevor kiss him again? Longer this time? More of a kiss? Or should they eat their takeout? Try to rewind time back to when things were “normal” and Trevor hadn’t said yes?
Trevor didn’twantto, though. He’d only gotten the barest hint of a taste, and he’d been thinking about it all day, letting the thought of it slowly drive him insane. Could Trevor even keep going like this?
He wasn’t sure he could.
He didn’twantto.
“Fuck it,” Trevor muttered, and leaned in again. Lane had saidif you want to experiment, experiment with me. And damn it, he was going to.
This kiss was different.
Lane was expecting it this time, and he caught Trevor with a palm to his cheek, lips moving more confidently under Trevor’s mouth.
It was like kissing a girl, but different, too. Not necessarilybetter, but that didn’t matter, because it was lighting Trevor upinside anyway, shining into all those dim corners of himself that he’d pretended didn’t exist.
Lane’s chin and cheeks were stubbly, but it was a delicious kind of roughness, as their mouths slid together slowly, still carefully.
Their lips caught, wet and sweet, as Trevor shifted an inch closer, fingers digging into Lane’s broad, muscled shoulder.
Exhaling roughly, Lane tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Trevor’s breath caught in his throat and then pulled back. Not because he wanted to, but because it felt like they were teetering on the edge of something bigger than a simple kiss.
Normally, it wouldn’t be so fast for him to want that, toneedto chase that high all the way down. He’d be cautious about it.
Lane stared at him, eyes wide like he’d never seen him before. Trevor wondered if he was looking back the same way.
“Um,” Lane said. And his voice had gotten even deeper, even rougher.
Trevor had a feeling that if he looked down, into Lane’s lap, he’d see him tenting his gray sweatpants.
Lane had only ever saidexperiment, and maybe this was all he’d meant. Make sure that Trevor knew that hedidlike guys. Well, he liked them. Or, he likedone.
“Yeah, uh, well, I think I’m definitely not straight,” Trevor said and then tried to laugh self-deprecatingly, but it came out all wonky and wrong. Desperate, like he couldn’t wait to do it again and again andagain.
“No,” Lane agreed.
Based on rumors about Lane’s history, Trevor had kind of assumed that Lane would take the lead here.ShowTrevor what he needed to know. There’d been a certain comfort there, in that Trevor knew he wouldn’t be putting a foot wrong, wouldn’t be embarrassing himself, because he was just going along with whatever Lane wanted. But instead, Lane just sat there, bluish-green eyes wide and shockingly earnest, like he was waiting for Trevor to decide what he wanted and then totakeit.
As good as that had sounded, this was even better.
But first, Trevor had to make sure he hadn’t read the situation wrong. Had to ensure they were on the same page.
“So, you want me to . . .” Trevor trailed off.
Lane chuckled under his breath. His hand, still cupping Trevor’s cheek, stroked absently. It made every nerve in Trevor’s entire body stand at attention. “Do I want you to what? You gotta say it, Trev.”
“Asshole,” Trevor joked, but the warm fondness in his tone made it so obvious that he didn’t really mean it. Had heevermeant it?
“Wasn’t the tune you were singing a minute ago,” Lane teased right back. And that was what it felt like, Trevor realized. It wasn’t just teasing; it wasflirting. How long had they been flirting with each other? The question might’ve sent his mind spiraling, but he didn’t let it.There’s time enough to freak out later, when you’re not practically on Lane’s lap, and he’s not looking at you like he wants you.
“Fair,” Trevor said begrudgingly. “I mean, like, do you want me to just . . . take what I want?”
He swore Lane’s eyes darkened. Went smoky bluish gray.
“Would you like that?” Lane asked.
