Page 153 of Not That Ridiculous

“Yes.” He began to rock his hips into mine, even as he lifted my chin and obliged me to meet his eyes. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious.”

“Fine. I’ve loved you for years. I’ve beeninlove with you for months.”

He dropped a quick kiss on my lips. “Thank you,” he said.

“You’re welcome.” I cleared my throat. “What about you? How long have you been?—”

“In love with you for two years.”

I gaped at him. “Twoyears?”

“Yeah.” He ran one of those sultry looks over me again. “Fancied you for three.”

“…just me, or men in general?”

“Nah, just you. I mean, if I was into men in general, I’d probably want to bend Adam over something.”

“And you don’t?” I managed to say, even as I boggled at the thought of it.

“I don’t think we’d be compatible,” he said, like it was a secret.

“No kidding.”

“I checked Ray out a few times, because he’s a twink like you?—”

I went to poke him in the side, realised he was still holding my arms over my head, and moaned faintly when he tightened his grip. “I’m not a twink.”

“Okay,” he agreed. “But you’re built kind of lean and willowy and you’ve got these big eyes and this pointy little chin—” he broke off to nip it, “—and you’re sosassyI want to make you scream, like, all the time. It’s you, Charlie. I look at you, and I want you. That’s it. It’s not that complicated.”

We stared at each other.

“And then,” he continued, accompanying it with a long, lazy ripple of his body against mine, “you started to smile at me. Realised I had a chance, then.”

“I smile at plenty of people.”

He made a rude noise.

I scowled. “I smile.”

“Only for me,” he said, and leaned in for a sweet kiss that turned quickly filthy. His breath came roughly. “For me, Charlie.”

“Okay, fine. I’m not winning any sunshine awards. You try working in a customer-fronting role.”

“I do,” he said. “I like people.”

I grimaced. “I like some people.” Maybe ten. “I very politely tolerate the rest of them.”

“Mhm.” He slid his free hand down my side to grip my hipbone, sneaking a thumb under the hem of my shirt to rub gently over my skin. “And then I caught you perving on me in the gym.”

I went rigid. “I didnot…Iwasn’t…you were sitting there stark-bollocknaked, Kevin. Itstartledme, all right?”

“Got you hard.”

I gasped. “It did not.”

He slipped his hand in and cupped my erection. “Hard like this,” he said. “I sat there and thought, I made Charlie Galloway get hard just by being naked in front of him. Wonder what I could make him do if he let me touch him?” He leaned in and whispered, “And you did let me touch you, Charlie. And what I did was, I made you come. And I want to do it all the time.”

“How about now? Now sounds good. We can do that now.”

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