Page 48 of Petals of Blue: Part One
"Felix, don't," he mutters, but he doesn't cover himself.
I'm really not sure what he's saying no to, so I step toward him. Thinner than me, Declan looks a bit more cut and firm. I lick my lips, wanting to taste the divot between his six-pack. Christ, I don't even know what I came in here to say to him. I never decided how I felt.
Right now, with him naked like a fucking offering, I'm not sure there is any other choice I would consider.
"Felix, stop. Please. Not like this."
I halt, realizing I'm just about at the foot of the bed. His words make me pause and reassess. The look on his face, while still full of lust, has a fuckton of wariness now.
"Shit," I curse, dragging my hand through my hair. I turn away. I hear the bed move and fabric being tossed around, but I don't look. Holy shit, I just watched my friend orgasm and was prepared to lick the cum right from his stomach.
What is wrong with me? I've just ruined everything.
A firm hand on my bicep stops me, and I close my eyes, not willing to make him uncomfortable again. "Felix, it's okay."
I can't help my laugh. "It definitely wasnotokay."
"Can you look at me, please?"
"No." Although that might be the better option since I keep seeing his hot fucking body behind my eyelids.Fuck, he's burned into my brain.
He pushes me, bothering me just enough for my eyes to snap open and glare at him. Declan's grin is small, but it's there. The relief I feel is immense.
"Calm down, man. It's not a big deal."
The fuck did he just say to me?"Excuse me?"
He rolls his eyes, and the image of spanking his ass appears before I can stop it. "We've seen each other naked before. It's fine."
Ah, I see what he's doing. Running from me and his feelings like normal. "Don't. Don't fucking do that, D. I came in here to talk about your crush on me."
He hums but fails to mask the hurt in his gaze. In a pair of boxers and a black sweatshirt, he looks cuddly. I shake that thought away, feeling less and less in control by the moment.
"Exactly, Felix," he says sadly with that damn grin still in place. "It'smycrush. No reason to bring you down with something one-sided."
Fuck no. Absolutely not. I advance on him and take satisfaction when his eyes widen. Chest to chest, I still have a few inches on him, so I use it to crowd his body with mine.
"What exactly do you think I almost did a moment ago, Declan?"
He gulps. "I—I don't?—"
"No. Stop bullshitting. Tell me what you think I was going to do after you moaned my fucking name." I'm angry. Not with him, but with myself. I'm so confused, yet my instincts aren't taking the hint to back off and reevaluate. All I know isIneedDeclan to admit he saw me salivating for him anddemandI admit my own feelings too.
"You looked like you were going to eat me."
He gasps as I grip his jaw. "Good job," I mumble and hold him a little tighter so he knows who's in charge.Control. "Now tell me why you asked me to stop when I know you want me too."
He gulps, and fuck me does it make my balls ache with the need to release. Preferably on or in him. "I didn't—I don't wantthis," he waves a hand in the minuscule space between us, "to only be about sex. I—Fuck, Felix. That's not all this is for me."
I narrow my eyes. "And who said it was only sexual for me?"
He snorts, the bastard. "I have nothing else to go on, asshole."
"Then let me talk," I snap.
He pushes me again. "You won't stop asking questions!"
"And you won't stop hiding from me!" I shake him a little, making our mouths brush ever so slightly. His breath hitches, and my lungs tighten. Or maybe that's my pants.
