Page 31 of Serpent In White
"Mhm."
"Are you afraid?" His voice is so deep. It's like mine, and I like that. I like guys’ voices, because I like guys, and I don't want that to make him hate me.
"No, I'm not afraid," I grunt my lie into the pillow.
"Then why are you hiding?" This time his fingers slink around to the front, slipping underneath my sweatshirt. They're cold as they touch my abs, and I flinch.
"Your hands are freezing, too." I ignore his question, grumbling in a petulant tone.
He chuckles, and it's such a sweet sound, I have no choice but to lift my face again. Drake doesn't smile often. But when he does, it lights up the sky.
"Warm them up for me, then," he breathes, gaze zeroed in on my mouth once more.
I'm not imagining this. I know I'm not. Him looking at me and touching me this way has nothing to do with staying warm.
"How?" I ask, nervous that I’ll interpret this wrong and get punched in the face. But in all honesty, if it hasn't happened yet...
Drake moves both of his hands in between us, and I make a decision. I take them into mine and hold them against my chest, in an attempt to warm them up, though the feeling of his long fingers on my chest, even through my clothes, is driving me insane. My nipples are hardened like pebbles, I can feel them, and my dick is weeping in my pants.
Drake moves his hips forward, just an inch, but it's enough friction on my erection for me to whimper.
He tugs one of his hands out of my grip and slides it up my neck, holding the side of my face. I'm frozen, I can't breathe or move or blink as he brings me closer.
"Drake..." I whisper, my lips trembling as his breath warms them.
"Don't stop me," he insists, close enough that I can feel his mouth move over mine.
I can't speak. I'm not sure what I would say even if I could, but my brain is scrambled and all I want in the entire world is what I think is about to happen.
He pulls my face to his, closing the gap between our lips and presses his to mine as fireworks pop behind my eyelids.
His kiss is everything Drake is not; hesitant, soft, curious. It's as if he's holding himself back, and I do love it, though part of me wishes he would just unleash on me.
We kiss slow for many agonizing seconds, and even though it's torture, this build-up, it's so damn sweet. This is my first time ever kissing a boy, and he's basically my brother. In the back of my mind, I know we shouldn't, but when he parts his lips, and I part mine, allowing his tongue to creep inside my mouth, I lose all rational thinking. Every hesitation disappears, and we become ravenous.
Drake groans into my mouth and I groan back, submitting to him like it's that easy, letting him suck my lips hard and explore my tongue with his. I can't even believe I was cold a few minutes ago, because now I'm burning up.
"Fuck..." he says when we finally tear apart to breathe, though the break doesn't stop him from touching me everywhere and rolling on top of me.
And even though I'm confused about what he might like, I'm very unconfused about what I like, so I drop my hand between us and rub his dick through his pants.
It's hard. It's so fucking hard, for me.
"I didn't know you would like this..." I pant, sounding like such a moron, though I can't help it. I've wanted this for a while, and I've never been able to have it outside of my thoughts.
"Neither did I," he hums, kissing my lips again, thrusting his hips forward to fill my palm with his clothed cock. "Have you done this before?"
I still, my movements coming to a halt as I gaze up at him, darkness flooding my thoughts. Terror washes over me, and my blinking becomes rapid, the fear trying to steal me though I don't want it to.
Drake seems to realize it right away, and he grabs my face in his hands. "Hey, Darian, stay with me, okay? Breathe for me. Please."
I nod and suck in a breath, holding onto it before letting it go, focusing on his face; his beautiful, concerned face. He's worried because of me.
I'm broken, and I'd almost forgotten about it for a minute there. Why we're out here... Why we left.
"You know I didn't mean him," he whispers, brushing my lower lip with his thumb. It's such a tender motion, the opposite of what I'd expect from someone as cold as my brother. And I love it. I want to be the only one who gets him like this. "He doesn't count, you know that, right?"
Chewing on my cheek, I look away, unsure. I don't think he should count as anything other than a monster, but what the fuck do I know? I'm just the dumbass who bought it for as long as I did...
