Page 20 of The Grumpy Vet
"You want to know what I'd like you to do?" I've never heard Linus's voice so low. It's husky and coarse, and I think I just pre-came a little.
Dario replies with a breathy, "Tell us."
Both heads turn to me. All I can muster is a weak nod.
Linus draws in a slow, measured breath, the moment stretching out just long enough for my chest to tighten even more.
"I want you guys to…" He wags his index finger between Dario and myself then says just one word.
It's the last thing I'd ever thought he'd say.
"Kiss."
Dario
Well, that took an unexpected turn.
A rush of heat surges through me as my heart slams against my ribs. I instinctively know that we don't have a lot of time here. Linus has given us a very,veryslight opening. Talking about it, thinking about it, even asking a follow-up question—there's no time for any of that shit.
I have no idea where his request has come from, but we can't risk him retreating and taking it back.
This is something Linus wants, so for the sake of Ryde getting whathewants, I cradle my slightly terrified best friend's face in my hands and ask, "Are you okay with this?"
This may be sudden, and we might have to act fast, but there isalwaystime for consent.
He swallows, staring right at me with those deep-blue orbs, and nods. "Yeah."
His reply comes out a little too shaky for my liking. "Are you sure?" I check, staring into the depths of his blue eyes.
His gaze slides to Linus, and the corners of his mouth tip upwards. "Yeah. I'm sure."
This isyes, andon a whole other level.
And then, as if pulled by invisible drawstrings, we both lean in, and… I'm kissing Ryde.
I'm.
Kissing.
Ryde!
The guy I've been in love with since pretty much the first time we met close to a decade ago.
His lips feel like silk against mine, and holy fucking shit, how is this happening? Oh, that's right. Think later, kiss now. My bad.
My body responds of its own free will, leaning into him as if this was always meant to happen. Pleasure erupts in my chest, cascading throughout my entire body. I tilt my head slightly and let him pull me deeper into this kiss. It's important that he's theone taking the lead, going only so far as he wants to go. I've spent years imagining this moment, and even though it's panned out nothing like I thought it would, I want him to be in the driver's seat. I don't know why, but I do.
My entire body surrenders to the feel of his lips against mine, the sweep of his fingers against my cheek, the press of our now joined hands resting on Linus's thigh.
Linus.
I tilt my head ever so slightly so I can get a glimpse of the guy. He's staring at us with an intensity that's practically combustible. If someone lit a match in the room, we'd all go up in flames.
His bulge is pushing against his shorts, like his cock is trying to find its way out of the material and get in on the action. And because I'm such a good friend, I pull myself out of the moment, out of the kiss I've been fantasising aboutfor years, and guide our joined hands to Linus's groin.
That snaps Ryde out of the kiss, too, but I'm not about to let him off that easily. This has all happened way faster than I thought it would, but we're here now, in this tiny sliver of an opening afforded to us by the universe working its twisted magic. I want my bestie to get what he wants. This moment is about him and Linus, not me. With my hand still wrapped around his, I steer us to the head of Linus's cock and clamp down.
Linus's eyes roll into the back of his head. "Jesus," he hisses out the side of his mouth.
