Page 162 of Game Changer
“I’m going to fuck you,” Scott said, matter-of-factly.
“So soon?”
“Mm... Just give me a minute.” He kissed Kip’s belly, and Kip giggled.
“Your beard tickles,” he said. “I like it, though. It’s sexy.”
“Does it make me look like a hot lumberjack?”
“You remember that?” Kip laughed. “Man, I was trying to be smooth. Didn’t actually think there was a chance with you, but I had to at least let you know that I might be interested.”
“It worked,” Scott said, crawling back up to meet Kip’s lips. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you after you said that.”
“Glad I said it, then.”
They kissed and it was sweet and tender.
“I think it might be your turn,” Scott murmured.
“Mm. Yes, please.”
Scott reached for the lube that he kept in his nightstand and shuffled down the bed. He wrapped a slicked-up hand around Kip’s cock and stroked him as he watched his face change. The flirty little grin melted into a slack-jawed, blissful expression.
“I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, you know that?” Scott said wistfully.
“Really? Wasn’t I asleep or something?”
“I thought you said you weren’t sleeping? Just resting your eyes?”
“I wasn’t. I,ah, just closed my eyes for a second. But I opened them, and I didn’t know who you were. Just thought you were really fucking hot.”
“And when you found out who I was, what did you think?”
“That there was no way I had a chance with you.”
Scott slicked up his fingers and started to gently work Kip open. Kip gasped at the first press of Scott’s fingers against his hole.
“When I came back the second time,” Scott said, “I thought maybe... I thought I caught you looking at me.”
“You definitely did.”
“And the third time,” Scott said, slowly pushing a finger inside, “when you were alone... I came up with a dumb excuse to stay. I don’t even know why. I just wanted to look at you.”
“God,” Kip said, his body squirming on the mattress. “Should have sat in your lap right then and kissed you.”
Scott’s stomach flipped, imagining it.
“What would you have done,” Kip asked, “if I had done that?”
“I don’t know. I would have been so...shocked. I don’t think I would have been very smooth. But...”
“But?”
“I’ll bet I would have kissed you back. At least for a second. I wouldn’t have been able to help it.”
“And then?”
“Then I probably would have run out of there.”
