“Yes, let’s do that, please.”
I untangle myself from Gil so I can focus. “Ready?”
He nods, but his body tenses.
“Slow, remember? Just tell me what you want.”
“I’m all sweaty. Maybe a shower first?”
“Absolutely,” I say, taking Gil’s hand. The chalkboard catches my eye. “Later, we need to erase that.”
“But what if we’re not compatible. I’ll need my list—”
I twist his nipple, and Gil squeaks. And I feel satisfied I’ve made my point.
* * *
GIL
I shower first.And then Colin. I already feel awkward. It will be fine. I know that. When I kiss Colin or touch him, I get caught up in the moment and just do whatever feels right. But having time to think about it beforehand messes me up. Do I wait for him in my room? Or his? But that seems creepy.Oh, hey, I know you just took a shower, but I’m here to have sex with you.And should I have my clothes on? Or off?
Ugh. I’m making this way too complicated. But it’s impossible to turn my brain off right now. And throwing out random facts while having sex? Not happening.Dude, chill.This is Colin. Sweet. Gorgeous.
Mine.
“You’re thinking pretty hard over there,” Colin says from the doorway. Fat drops from his damp hair run a line down his bare chest. He’s wearing boxers and nothing else. My mouth goes completely dry.
“Nothing to see here. Just me freaking out. So, you know, the usual.”
He laughs and steps into my room. I used some of my time before freaking out to clean the laundry off the floor and stuff my books and things under the bed. He glances around with a knowing smile, but he doesn’t say anything. “Is this okay?” he asks as he sits on the bed.
I nod, not sure I can put words together well enough for them to make any sense. I scoot over so he can get in beside me. Instead, he kneels on the bed and leans over to kiss me. I melt into his touch and my hands settle on his hips. He straddles my legs. In this position—with him over me—he’s the one in charge, and I love it. I trust him completely.
“Tell me what you want, Gil.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Oh fuck, yes. Please.”
He gives me a quick kiss and straightens, his hands at his side. I’m a little shy at first as I run my fingers over his collarbones. I also want to kiss him there, but later. I’m too busy enjoying the feel of his lean muscles. I trace from his collarbones to his navel. His muscles contract at my touch and his breathing becomes more erratic. I comb my fingers through the light dusting of hair that disappears into his boxers. He’s gorgeous. And I can’t believe I get to do this.
“There’s slow, and then there’s too damn slow.” The growl in his voice has me rethinking my teasing.
“Is there?” I ask, moving my hand back up and causing him to curse. I swipe my thumb across his nipple, toying with the nub and eliciting breathy whines from Colin that go straight to my cock. My erection reminds me this could be over way too quickly, so I press my free hand against it while I use my other to tease him. I roll his nipple with my fingers and tug. Colin cries out, and I almost lose it.
“Please, Gil.”
“What do you want, Colin?” I ask, happy to use his words against him.
“Your mouth.”
I don’t analyze it or worry about if I’m doing it right. I dive in, latching onto his nipple and sucking. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs, which turns me on even more. Laving as much attention as I can on one nipple and then the other, I use Colin’s moans to guide me. I rake my fingers up and down his spine before spreading my hands wide on his back as I kiss and lick my way down his body. He shudders. Is he close? His mouth is open and his eyes are squeezed closed. Then he blinks and his eyes are on me.
He surges forward, and our lips meet in a heated kiss. It’s so much better than anything I could have imagined. More awkward, yes. But real. The scent of his clean skin and his coconut body wash. The taste of his salty skin. The sounds he makes destroy me. I’m so close already.
“Lie down,” he says, “It’s my turn.”
“No. Wait.” I know I’ll get another chance, but I’ve dreamed of this moment ever since we watched porn together. I touch the side of his cock, annoyed I didn’t pull his boxers off first. It’s hot, even through the cotton material. And so hard. I nuzzle the other side, mouthing kisses against the cloth and relishing the hardness underneath.