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Needed it.
I pushed him back toward his bed and he grinned as I pushed him down, following him onto the mattress. He fisted my hoodie and pulled me closer. “Is this my hoodie?”
“Everything is yours,” I said, holding his face roughly and crashing our mouths back together.
And then I pressed my body down on his, my full weight, and he moaned.
He fucking moaned, and the sound almost ended me.
Desire burst through me, my blood hot and demanding, and his hands were in my hair, down my back, under the hoodie, touching my skin, and then he gripped my ass, and...
I could feel his cock pressing against me.
He was hard.
And holy fuck, so was I.
My cock was hard and wanting, and I rolled my hips into his, and sweet mother of god, I could come just like this...
I froze.
Mid-kiss, mid-grind.
I pressed my forehead to his, our breaths hot and panting, and I opened my eyes to find him looking up at me.
“What is it?” he asked. “Did it get weird?”
I barked out a laugh and subtly moved my hips away to readjust our bodies. “Uh, not weird,” I said, rolling off him. Before it could actually get weird or awkward, I pulled him against me, holding him tight so neither of us could make an escape. “I just need a minute.”
He was quiet for a second, then he laughed. “So definitely not weird.”
I kissed the side of his head. “No. That maybe felt a little too right. Too right, too good. Too fast.”
He snorted, then squirmed a little and readjusted his junk. “Uh, yeah. Maybe slowing down is a good idea.”
We were both quiet then, our bodies calming, our breathing returning to normal, and I waited for the weirdness to creep in, waited for second thoughts to dawn over me, but no. Lying there, holding him was the most right I’d ever felt.
“So,” he said eventually. “First time kissing a guy. It was hot.”
I laughed and rubbed his back. “First time kissing you. I dunno about kissing guys in general. Pretty sure that’s not for me, but you? Ah, yes. Five stars, highly recommended.”
He chuckled but was quiet again until he sighed. “I have thought about it,” he admitted. “Being with other guys. I wondered if that’s what I needed to maybe get you out of my head. I went to a bar the first night I got here.”
I gasped and pushed back so I could see his face. “You did?”
His cheeks flushed pink, but his eyes were warm and never left mine. “Yeah. But none of them were you.”
Cool relief replaced burning jealousy, and I let out a huff. “Well, of course they weren’t.”
He chuckled and put his head back on my chest, relaxing back into our cuddle. But it got me thinking... “So, are you bisexual? Because I don’t think I am. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’m not. I’ve never once thought about other guys. But being with you is different. Pretty sure you felt how much I wanted you.”
He readjusted his dick again. “Ah, yeah.”
I ignored mine. “Remember when Jeremy said he was Steve-sexual and we laughed. Well, maybe I’m like that.”
“A Steve-sexual?”
I snorted. “God no. A Luke-sexual, maybe.”
