Page 34 of Bull's Boy

Malcolm glanced down at Bull’s groin, cheeks pinkening. “I have a little bit of an idea.”

Bull snorted, dropping his arms to his sides and letting his fingers barely brush against Malcolm’s jean-covered knees where they pressed into the cushions near his hips. “That’s not what I meant. I meant…” He swallowed, words swirling inside his head. He wanted to get this right. This moment couldn’t have higher stakes. If he didn’t adequately express how he felt, Malcolm might disappear as fast and unexpectedly as he’d shown up.

But words, heartfelt words anyway, weren’t exactly his strength. Dirty praise was easy. He could tell Malcolm how sexy he was every minute of every day. But explain how his heart felt full at the mere idea of Malcolm having honest-to-god feelings for him?

Fuck him running.

A grin began to spread over Malcolm’s face, his hands landing on Bull’s chest. Could he feel his heart pounding as his anxiety grew? “You meant…?”

Running his tongue over his lips, he carefully said, “I meant that hearing you say you’re developing feelings for me makes me very happy.”Very happy? Jesus, he could do better than that. “And I… My heart… When I hear that…”

“Oh my god,” Malcolm said, trying and failing to stifle a laugh. “You’re so bad at this.”

Bull’s face heated. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby. I just… I don’t know how to tell you I’ve been fantasizing about hearing you say things like that to me for months. That it makes my heart feel like it’s exploding, but in a good way. That yeah, you make my dick hard, of course, but you also make me want to protect you from every asshole who’s ever made you feel bad about yourself because you are fucking precious to me.”

Neither of them said anything for a long moment, just staring at each other in shock, breaths a little heavier than they should be. Then Malcolm muttered, “Yeah, definitely not straight,” and fell forward once again, arms going around Bull’s neck and lips landing on his panting mouth.

Bull groaned and kissed back, losing himself in the moment and taste. He kept his hands at Malcolm’s knees, not wanting to startle him again, and kept his focus on how Malcolm was squirming on his lap, moaning into his mouth, and Bull was pretty sure he was going to come in his pants if he kept it up.

But he couldn’t stop. He wasn’t sure he’d ever have enough of the feel and taste of this sweet boy.

“Bull,” Malcolm groaned, pressing his face against the side of Bull’s and panting. “Why aren’t you touching me?”

He sucked in a few deep breaths in an attempt to clear the lust from his brain. “I don’t want to go too fast for you. You’re setting the pace, baby boy.”

Making a soft sound, Malcolm tucked himself down into Bull’s throat and mumbled something. His arms were wedged underBull’s, and his hands gripped the back of his shoulders like he was holding on for dear life.

“What was that?”

Malcolm let out a deep breath but didn’t raise his head, repeating himself a little louder. “Why do I have to set the pace?”

Smiling at the top of his head, Bull said, “Because when I touched your ass a minute ago, you weren’t into it. And you weren’t into me touching you under your clothes last night. It’s okay to not be ready and need to take things slowly.”

“Notthisslowly,” Malcolm grumbled. “And it’s not that I wasn’t into you touching me. I just… I’m not ready foreverything.”

“That’s okay.” Bull ran a hand down Malcolm’s spine, following the curve of his body but stopping before he reached the base. “Again, we can go as slow?—”

He lifted his head and pouted. “Don’t treat me with kid gloves.”

“I’m not.” He frowned and slid his hand back up to grip the back of Malcolm’s neck. “I’m trying to respect you and your limits without actually knowing what they are.”

“Oh.” He slipped his hands around and placed them on Bull’s chest, sitting up straighter. “Um, I’m not ready for sex, I don’t think.”

“Okay.” Bull nodded, not surprised. “All sex or just cock-in-ass sex?”

Malcolm’s face flushed, and he cleared his throat. “The second one.”

He forced back a smile. Sometimes he forgot how much younger Malcolm was than him, but his easy embarrassment over talking about sex seemed to highlight those thirteen years in neon. He supposed part of the shyness came from never having had the discussion with another man before.

“What about mouths and hands?”

Malcolm rolled his eyes playfully. “I already said I liked sucking your dick, and I’m sure I’d enjoy getting one too.”

“Good to know, but I meant on your ass.”

Blue eyes widened in shock. “Oh, right, yeah, um…”

Bull smirked. “If you don’t want me to touch your ass at all, I can wait.”

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