Page 94 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

As my lips dragged down the side of his neck, feeling his pulse, his body contorted. All his muscles flexed at once, and his hips thrust upward, pressing his hard cock against my abdomen while a whimper broke over his lips.

“Shh,” I whispered into his ear, making him twist his head away from the tickles of my warm breath. “If they hear us, our plan is fucked.”

“They won’t hear us,” Andrei said, his voice strained and cracking. “I can be quiet. Just don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?” I asked between the kisses. “Last night, you wanted to wait.”

“We waited,” he said, making us both laugh. Twenty-four torturous hours of celibacy to let us figure things out. But things weren’t meant to be figured out. They were meant to be felt, experienced, indulged in.

I kissed him on the lips again, burning hotter with the growing desire to do unholy things to him. Every time he thrust his hips up, I felt his hard cock against my body.

Somewhere in the distant places of my heart, I had feared this more than anything. I had feared that being attracted to him so suddenly would go away without a warning, maybe when I realized just how real his body was, how real his gender, how real his biology, his cock, his balls. But this morning’s photo was proof enough. The sheer wonder in my eyes was proof enough that I couldn’t peel my gaze off him, no matter what his body was like.

He was far from the lithe and willowy girls I’d gone after in the past. He was tall and broad and hard in all the right places, sculpted and shaped by endless conditioning and training sessions we’d shared through our years together. When I let myself slide a hand under his T-shirt, my body screamed with impatience.

His skin was so taut, so smooth and heated, and his abs so rigid. It was a novel sensation under my fingertips, unlike any I’d experienced before. It was odd to run my hand over those defined abs and realize they weren’t mine.

I kissed him again, pinning him hard against the bed, his wrists secured in my other hand, his arms lifted high above his head. He didn’t try to free himself. He surrendered completely.

When I kissed his neck again, he shivered, but he didn’t try to get away. “This is…all I…thought about,” he said. “The whole day, Griff.”

“Oh yeah?” My words came in a whisper. “What else did you think of?”

“You’ll see,” he said. “Just don’t stop.”

I lifted myself off his body and freed his hands, looking at him, at the three inches of his bare flesh where his T-shirt had rolled up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, blinking.

I stared at him, my heart pounding like it would explode at any moment now. “Wrong?” I asked. My lips stretched into a smile. “Andrei, nothing could possibly be wrong.” I didn’t know what made me speak. He lit up a little, lowering his arms to his sides. “I just…I had to see you like this.”

He bit his lip and cocked his head. “Take your time, Griff.”

“You sure you want to keep doing this? You don’t want to wait and see?” I asked, my body tense with the sudden fear he might change his answer. Right now, I knew I would die if I didn’t have all he could give.

“I’m sure,” he said. “I realized that I’ve waited long enough. But…are you? Do you want to play it safe?”

“I think we crossed the safe line when I played with your underwear,” I admitted. “Besides, I might literally combust if we don’t.”

He lifted his torso just enough to take off his T-shirt, rolling it up his chiseled body and over his head, then tossing it onto the floor. He dropped back on the bed and folded his hands under his head. “I’m yours, Griff. Do whatever you want.”

Whatever, I thought. Whatever I want. My heart couldn’t take this. My mind was scattered. There were so many things I wanted to do all at once that it stopped me dead in my tracks, so I slowly placed my hands on his bare waist, feeling that sculpted narrowness expand as I dragged my fingers higher up his body.

His sweatpants were low, and above them, an inch of his briefs peeked out, the brand name glowing in the red light while all the rest seemed darker. My hands went up and up his body, touching him like I’d never thought I would. Touching him like I’d never touched anyone. This felt different; there was no way to pretend it didn’t. It felt like I explored him, explored every line and every curve of his body, and I savored it.

I didn’t want to get used to it. I didn’t want to be casual about it.

This was Andrei, after all.

I dragged my hands down, lower until I felt his abs constrict under my palms.

“I want to see you,” he said. “Take off your hoodie.”

I didn’t hesitate. Sure, we knew what we looked like better than any other two guys ever would. We’d grown from boys to men together, always around each other in the locker rooms, building these bodies together at the gym. We’d made these bodies together. We’d sculpted them at the same time, doing the same exercises, training on the same teams. We’d judged them and praised them and measured them in all the ways. Yet we had never given ourselves a chance to admire them quite like this.

Seeing him now felt like I had never seen him in my life, like he was completely new and fresh and exciting. And he was. He always had been, but I hadn’t noticed it.

It felt like we had been given a whole new way of seeing one another.