Trevor nodded slowly. “Yeah, I would, but what about you?”
“What about me?” Lane asked it so easy, like handing the reins over to Trevor was normal, matter of course. Like it wasn’t the first goddamn time that anybody had ever done that for him. Like he’d actually looked inside Trevor andseenthe truth of him, laid bare.
That was ridiculous, of course. But maybe it didn’t matter if this was a coincidence, if he’d just been accidentally handedsomething he wanted desperately. Maybe it only mattered that he’d been handed it.
“I mean, don’t you want . . .” Trevor shouldn’t be embarrassed at naming things that Lane might want. Things that Lane might want withhim. But well, doing it was one thing. Talking about it was another, entirely.
“Come on, say it,” Lane encouraged, tapping his fingers against Trevor’s cheek.
“Don’t you want things too?”
“Hmmm.” Lane smiled. Almost a smirk. It shouldn’t have been hot, but Trevor felt his neck go hot. “Maybe what I want is whatyouwant.”
That had never occurred to Trevor. “So you’d like it if I did this again?” He leaned in and the kiss was lusher. Deeper. Lane groaned in the back of his throat, fingers stroking Trevor’s skin again, and every little bit of encouragement gave Trevor more bravery to take exactly whathewanted.
Trevor pulled back.
For a split second, he thought Lane was going to chase his mouth with his own, but he didn’t. He stayed put.
Andgoddamnthat was hot.
“Yeah,” Lane said, “I’d like it.”
“So when you said,I’ll be your experiment—”
“I meant it?” Lane finished for him. “I meant it. It’s not really an experiment if I’m the one showing you whatIwant, is it? It’syourexperiment, Trev.”
Nothing had ever sounded better to Trevor.
Trevor wet his lips. Lane might’ve said it, but he was still having trouble wrapping his head around this kind of gift. He wouldn’t have said Lane was a particularly selfish person but this had a selflessness to it that he was having difficulty squaring with what he knew of his stepbrother. It occurred to him suddenly that maybe Trevor didn’t reallyknowhis stepbrother.
“You’re really okay with this?”
“Trevor,” Lane said simply, “I want whatyouwant.”
Trevor hardly knew what to do with that. It was easier to joke about it than it was to accept it.
“What if I want something weird?”
The corner of Lane’s mouth quirked up. “Do you?”
Trevor was having difficulty eventhinkingof what he wanted right now. He wanted it all, he wanted to dive in, headfirst, and figure it all out later. Let the waves of this new realization crash over him, and not worry once about drowning.
“Probably not,” Trevor admitted.
“How about, if you end up wanting something I don’t like, I promise I’ll tell you. But.” For the first time, Lane dippedhishead closer to Trevor. “But I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. At all.”
Trevor’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed, hard. “Okay,” he said.
“So, what do you want?” Lane asked.
And oh God, it was so fucking easy to think it and thentake it.
Trevor’s mouth crashed into Lane’s again, his body sliding over practically on top of him. Up til now, their kisses had been slow, like they were feeling each other out, unsure of what exactly the shape of this would look like, but now Trevor knew.
Now Trevor knew and he wanted to take, take,take. Anything Lane would give him.
Lane’s head tipped back against the couch and Trevor chased it.
