Page 17 of When He Saved Me
“What do you mean you think you’re gay?”
I shrugged, but my heart rate sped up as I started to think through the implications and what this would mean for me. “I guess I hadn’t really contemplated the idea of being gay before, but as soon as you mentioned it, it sort of just clicked.”
“What? I mentioned being gay and you decided you were too?” He sounded incredulous, almost offended, even. “You’ve always dated girls. Have you ever felt attraction for another guy?”
I thought a moment before responding, “I’ve noticed attractive guys before, but mostly in the way you’d notice anything beautiful. It just never dawned on me that it could be anything more than that. What about you? How did you know?”
His cheeks heated, and he wouldn’t meet my gaze as he responded. “I, um, I’ve had a couple of unfortunate hard-ons at swim meets this season.”
“No shit?!”
“Shut up!”
“I never noticed. How’d you hide it?”
He swallowed audibly. “I, uh, well, the first time it happened, I was standing up watching one of the other races, so I just sat down really quickly and sort of hunched over so you couldn’t see it. The next time, we were on the pool deck walking to our bench, so I just moved my duffel to carry in front of me. After that, I just started carrying a towel with me as often as I could and bunched it up in front of me.”
I barked out a laugh. “I wondered why you suddenly started carrying a towel with you everywhere. I thought it was like a good luck thing.”
“This was definitely not good luck.”
I chuckled at his sardonic tone. “So, have you acted on it? Have you, like, I don’t know, made out with a guy?”
His cheeks heated again. “No. I’ve watched some gay porn, but I’ve been too scared to put myself out there. Besides, if straight is the default, how do you know if someone is gay without outing yourself in the process? It’s scary as fuck.”
A thought popped into my head, and without giving it much consideration, I blurted, “Do you want to kiss me?”
His eyes snapped to mine, the flush draining out of his face. “What?”
“You seem pretty certain, but you haven’t tested it, and I hadn’t even suspected anything until ten minutes ago. Maybe we should test it out on each other to be sure.”
“Are you crazy?”
“Thanks, man,” I said, my tone dry.
He rolled his eyes. “I just mean, don’t you think this could fuck things up between us?”
“I don’t think so. I’d rather try it with you, someone I trust, than with a random stranger. If I’m going to upend my entire life, I’d like to know for sure, first.”
He thought about it a moment. I could practically see the wheels spinning, and I found myself hoping his answer would be yes. Now that I had this suspicion about myself, I just had to know for sure. Resolved, he sat up straight and angled his body toward mine, one leg crossed in front of him and the other planted on the floor as he sat sideways on the couch. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
I reached out my arm, brushing my hand against his cheek before grasping the back of his neck to pull him toward me. I could feel the rise of my pulse rate as our faces moved closer. My eyes flicked toward his lips and his breath caught before I closed the distance, crushing his lips to mine.
I had intended to ease into it, starting with a brush of the lips and progressing from there, but at the last second, I’d surged in, going for broke. Thankfully, Asher didn’t seem to mind, meeting my lips with just as much gusto.
We explored each other, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as we swallowed each other’s moans. Wanting to feel more of him, I got both hands around his shoulders and tugged, bringing him down on top of me as I sank back against the arm of the couch. He came willingly, settling on top of me with a groan as our cocks aligned next to each other like pieces of a puzzle fitting together.
My hands roamed his body, finding their way under his shirt and trailing along the muscles of his swimmer’s physique. He whimpered as I tore my mouth away from his and began trailing kisses down his jaw. Dimly, I registered how different the feel of his scruff was against my skin, how hard his body felt pressed against mine. I liked it. I liked it a lot.
As I nipped his ear, licked down his neck, and sucked at the base of his throat, he rutted into me. My hips responded automatically, chasing the friction, frantically seeking release.
Nothing had ever felt like this. Never had my blood been lit on fire, nor had I been so desperate to come. I reveled in it.
There would be no turning back.
Lightning fast, my orgasm slammed into me with the force of a hurricane. I groaned as it ripped through me. My body stiffened as my cock pulsed endlessly in spurt after spurt, my cum soaking through my shorts.
Above me, Asher stiffened as well, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came. I held him through it, stroking his back and noting for the first time how beautiful he was. How had I never noticed that before?
