Page 100 of Fragments
It feels odd to be in bed with a guy. To be… cuddling. With aman.
But then I’ve never actually cuddled with a woman either, so what the hell would I know?
Ren’s legs are tangled with mine and his fingers are dancing up and down my back like maybe he’s half-awake too.
I’m sure it’s innocent, though, so it’s okay for now. We’re not doing anything bad…
We were just lying together, and we fell asleep. Who says two guys can’t platonically nestle up in bed? It’s so cold in this fucking cell, and Ren is warm. Plus, he always smells good, and he seemed so happy when I gave in and let him hold me for a while.
I’m sure it’s fine. We’re notdoinganything.
We’re just friends.Guys like to cuddle sometimes too, right?
My mind is drifting, like Ren’s fingers, up and down my back. Up, and down…Up… anddown.
So, Ren is gay. It’s just a fact, one he’s never cared to hide from the world, especially not in here. Ren is gay, and I’m straight. But it doesn’tmatter. Sexuality doesn’t define you, and I care about people for who they are, not who they’re attracted to.
Just because I don’t personally date the same sex, that doesn’t mean I’d judge anyone who does. I haven’t exactly dated the opposite sex either, so I have no frame of reference for any of this.
All I know is that I’m smooshed up against the hard body of my friend, who just so happens to be a guy, and it feels good.
It feelssogood, in fact, that I might want to be evencloserto him. I don’t know why, but in this moment, I want to be as close to him as two men can get. Without crossing any sort of line, of course.
Because we’re just friends.
Just… friends.
My hips shift, arm sloped around his waist, with my head tucked into that sweet spot between his neck and his chest. His throat is right in front of my face, and when my eyes crack open, I see his Adam’s apple dip.
Is he awake?
He’s such a man… There would be no disguising it. Not that I should want to…
I don’t know what I’m thinking.
One of my hands trails along his side as I subtly push myself into him some more, melding our bodies together like a fusion of two very different metals. Ren hums, and the sound tickles the pit of my stomach.
He’s definitely awake. And he likes it… how close we are. It makes him happy.
Imake Ren happy.
My mind drifts to his teasing before we fell asleep… about friends experimenting.
Maybe that’s what we should do… Because I have no experience with anything, and Ren’s here, and he feels really good…Warm…
Maybe I could see how it feels to just… try.
The air around us grows a hundred degrees warmer in a split second. My hips are moving. They haven’t stopped. It’s just happening, so slowly it’s barely noticeable. But the more it happens, the more the gentle rocking turns into an intoxicatingwrithe. A gentle, sensual grind that he’s meeting with his own.
God, this is awkward. What am I doing? I should stop…
I should… not stop. I don’t want to. Not yet.
Just a little more…
We’re moving together now, an ebb and flow of our hips, taut, heated bodies crashing together like easy ocean waves. A ragged breath leaves my lips on its own, and I feel my face flush in humility at my eagerness to chase this new sensation.
Fire is spreading below my waist, an unfamiliar ache building between my legs that’s embarrassing me because I don’t know where it came from or why I’m suddenly so needy for more.
