Page 46 of Declan
I sat on the edge of the bed and watched him as he paced the hotel room. He was shirtless and wore his joggers low on his hips, drawing my eyes to the sexy dips at his lower back.
“I’m kinda fucked up, Kyler,” he finally said, turning to me. “People think I live this amazing life and have no fucking troubles, but it’s bullshit. Myamazinglife is just like movie glamor, an illusion. Nothing more. To them, I’m this playboy who gets all the girls and has his shit together. On the inside, I…” He started pacing again, running his hands through the top of his dark hair. “It doesn’t matter. Saying it won’t change anything.”
“Maybe not,” I agreed, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my thighs. “But it could help.”
Declan slumped against the wall and crossed his arms, angling his head toward the floor.
He reminded me of a statue, forever frozen in an expression of woe. A depiction of a Greek god who projected beauty, power, and strength, but who battled an enemy he couldn’t defeat: himself.
“Are you questioning if you’re gay?” I asked. His green eyes lifted to mine. “I mean, I get it. Before I knew for sure, I had a ton of confusion over it. Then, I went through the self-loathing stage before finally finding acceptance.”
I stood and approached him. He straightened his stance and uncrossed his arms, giving me the opening to press my body against his. I wrapped my arms around his muscled torso and kissed the base of his throat.
A soft moan left his lips.
“If you’re still finding yourself, I get it, Declan.” I rested my head on his shoulder, loving the warmth of his bare skin. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now. I’ve known guys who thought they were straight until their early thirties, and then they started desiring men. Sexuality isn’t something that’s a one-for-all. As people grow, so can their likes and dislikes. It’s dumb to think that just because you identify as gay or straight as a teen, you’re stuck in that box for forever.”
His strong arms came around me. “It’s confusing.”
“I’m sorry for what I said last time.” I looked up into his face. “Saying that stuff about you hiding in the closet wasn’t right. I was just pissed.”
“Well, youwereright,” he said, cracking a smile, although it was small. “I’m not only in the closet; I’ve made a home there.”
My gaze trailed to his lips before moving back to his eyes. I wanted to kiss him. Wanted him to shove me on the bed and fuck me again.
Desire swirled in my belly and gathered in my groin.
His green eyes darkened. He held my waist tighter as he leaned down and nipped at my throat. I tilted my head back and groaned as he sucked the sensitive spot below my ear.
“What do we do now?” I asked with arousal thick in my voice.
Declan was struggling with his sexuality. There wasn’t a snowballs chance in hell of him coming out anytime soon. Whereas, I’d long since busted down the doors to the closet I’d once lived in. There was no going back for me.
Crazy that the man who’d helped me accept myself was hidinghistrue self from the world.
“We have a little fun,” he answered against my neck. “No labels. No complications. Just sex and more sex. What do you think?”
“Like a fuck buddy arrangement?”
“I’m only in Addersfield for another two weeks.” Declan kissed up my throat and along my jaw, moving his hands to my ass and squeezing it. “Let’s make that time worthwhile, yeah?”
Two weeks of mind-blowing sex with Declan Price? He didn’t need to ask me twice.
Since it was understood that a relationship was off the table, it took away any worries I’d had about it. There couldn’t be any heartbreak if we kept it casual and fun. It wasn’t like feelings would get involved.
I was an emotional guy, but I knew how to fuck without bringing that shit into the equation, too.
“Less talking,” I said as I dropped to my knees in front of him. “Time’s ticking.”
Declan gave a throaty laugh, one that broke off into a grunt as I pulled down his pants and grabbed his dick.
I fisted his length, feeling a sense of pride as it hardened even further. Last time we’d banged, I hadn’t gotten to taste him. I intended to remedy that situation. The pink tip of his dick beckoned to me, and I lightly flicked my tongue against it.
Yep. He tasted damn fine. A little salty and all man.
I needed to taste more of him.
Declan knotted his fingers in my hair with one hand and kept the other hanging at his side.
