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“God, do that again,” he breathed.

I did. I ground against him, slow and deliberate, feeling the hard line of his cock rub against mine through layers of denim that suddenly felt like way too much fabric between us. Rhett’s hands scrabbled at my shirt, fisting the fabric like he needed something to hold on to, and his hips started rocking to meet mine without either of us deciding to make it a rhythm. It just happened, natural as breathing, like we’d been building toward this for years without knowing it.

“I’ve thought about this,” he admitted, voice ragged, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “So many damn times, West. You have no idea.”

“Show me,” I said, surprising myself with how steady it came out. “Show me what you thought about.”

He let out a shaky laugh, half disbelief, half desperate want, and then his mouth was on my neck, teeth scraping over the skin there hard enough to make my knees weak. I pressed him harder into the wall, my whole body thrumming with something I’d never felt before, something that had been sitting dormant inside me without my ever knowing.

Our hips rocked together faster now, the friction building into something almost unbearable, my cock aching hard inside my jeans. And then, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I reached down, unbuttoning my jeans and his almost simultaneously. Shoving them both down, I freed both of our cocks at last.

Rhett let out the most beautiful little gasp the moment I wrapped my fingers around his dick, stroking him without a second thought. It just felt natural to care for him like this, and it turned me on far more than I ever thought possible. But my cock still ached for friction too and Rhett’s hands were too busy gripping my hair as his tongue slid into my mouth.

So I just did what felt natural. I grabbed my cock too, pressed it against his, and stroked us both at the same time. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as I worked our cocks, pre-cum making the friction all that more sweet.

Rhett’s hips jerked against my hand, a broken sound tearing loose from his throat that he tried to muffle against my shoulder. “West—fuck, West, I’m not gonna last if you keep⁠—”

“Then don’t,” I murmured against his temple, my fist tightening around us both, the slick heat of him sliding alongside my own aching cock. “Cum for me.”

His fingers dug into my shoulders hard enough to bruise, and I felt the tremor building through his whole body, his breath coming in short little puffs of air against my neck. I kept my rhythm steady, working us together, watching the way his face twisted up beautiful and wrecked in the last of that orange light through the window.

“West… fuck… I’m gonna⁠—”

He shuddered hard against me, his whole body going tight as a bowstring. Then he was cumming hot over my knuckles with a moan he couldn’t have muffled if he’d tried, his hips stuttering against mine in a rhythm that had nothing graceful left in it. The sight and feel of him coming apart in my hands, knowing I’d done that to him, that he wanted me that bad after all these years of hiding it, was enough to send me right over the edge after him.

I buried my face against his neck and groaned as I came, my cum mixing with his where our cocks were still pressed together, painting my hand and the front of his shirt. My knees actually went weak for a second, and I had to brace my forearm against the wall beside his head to keep from sinking straight to the floor.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. We just stood there, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, our pants still shoved down around our thighs and the whole apartment smelling like sweat and sex.

“W-What do we do now?” Rhett stammered at last, his voice so soft I almost didn’t hear it.

I shook my head against his neck. “I don’t know, Buttercup.” I took a deep breath, still terrified by how good I felt. “Not a fuckin’ clue.”

Chapter 13

Rhett

Westley stood inches away from me, his breath still ragged, and both of our cocks in his hand. I, on the other hand, was on the verge of passing out. My heart and my brain were both racing in different directions. My heart wanted nothing more than to gush about how much I loved him, how much I’d always dreamed of this. But my brain was telling me that I should run, that this was a mistake, that he’d realize what he’d done in a moment and he’d never speak to me again.

I couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t bring myself to see whatever was written on his face, because if it was regret, if it was that same panic he’d worn all day long, I didn’t think I could survive it. Not after what we’d just done. Not after what I’d just confessed.

“Rhett.” His voice came out low, rough around the edges. “Look at me.”

“I can’t,” I whispered, and I meant it. My chest was still heaving, my whole body still humming from the aftershocks, but underneath all that was a fear so deep it felt like drowning. “Just... give me a second.”

His hand came up, gentle, and tilted my chin until I had no choice but to meet his eyes. And what I found there wasn’t disgust. It wasn’t panic either, not the kind I’d braced myself for. It was something softer, something scared in a different way than I was scared, like he was just as unsure of the ground under his own feet as I was.

“I ain’t runnin’,” he said, like he could read exactly what had been racing through my mind. “I know that’s what you’re expectin’. I could see it all over your face just now. But I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Rhett.”

“You don’t know that,” I said, my voice cracking despite myself. “You don’t know what you’re gonna feel like tomorrow mornin’ when you wake up and remember what we just did.”

“I already know what I felt like this mornin’,” he said, and there was something almost angry in the way he said it, angry at himself maybe, angry at all the time we’d wasted. “I woke up with my arm around you and I got hard, Rhett. And then I panicked and hid in the bathroom like a damn coward because I didn’t know what to do with that. And I kissed you while you were sleepin’. I’ve been losin’ my mind all day tryin’ to figure out what it meant.”

My heart stuttered in my chest. “You kissed me?”

“Yeah.” He looked almost ashamed of it, his jaw tight. “Just a little one. You were asleep, and I shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve been feelin’ somethin’ for a while now I think, and I just didn’t know what it was. I thought what we had was friendship, but now that I look back I wonder how I was so fuckin’ blind…”

I stood there, half-dressed, sticky and spent, staring at him like he’d just handed me the whole world. “West...”