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I’ve never wanted to be touched by someone so much in my entire life and I swear I’ll spontaneously combust if it doesn’t happen in the next ten seconds. But I shouldn’t. Every single ounce of self-preservation in my body tells me it’s a stupid idea. I need to say good night and turn around. Live to fight another day.

My brain and my heart simultaneously facepalm as I take a step forward, and let my dick lead me across the room.

WES

Sol looks like an angel as he walks toward me. With a body worthy of the gods, his nose and cheeks still pink from the cold, and his light-brown hair more of a burnished gold in the yellow glow of the lamp, I half expect wings to unfurl from his tight, white tee. He’s breathtaking.

I honestly thought he’d turn and run. It’s been a game of chicken ever since that first kiss, but in fairness, he’s never backed down. Tonight though, I thought maybe we’d reached the limit. And perhaps part of me was relieved. Because as much as I want nothing more than to wrap myself around Sol and sink into his perfect heat, I know it’s not a smart move.

Today has been fun. Way more fun than I could have anticipated. I almost texted him to cancel this morning, but I’m glad I didn’t. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed getting to see Sol in his natural habitat. The trophies and awards that line his bedroom. My chest pulls at how anxious he got earlier when he saw what I had him saved under in my phone. It makes me want to wrap him up and protect him; and that’s not a feeling I’m used to.

This evening was the sweetest torture. Walking around the block party with Sol was a glimpse of ‘look what you could have won if only he was gay’. I mean, clearly, Sol’s not straight. But he also doesn’t want to be with me. Not properly. Not as a couple. I mean, I don’t want that either. Right?

But walking around, playing the cute little games for charity, and eating more sugar than I should during swim season, it was easy to forget. Losing myself in way he looked at me, it felt like it could be more. So much more.

Sol stops in front of me, and I reach up and rest my hands on his hips, possibly to check that he’s real. He stares down at me, and I see the silent plea in his sky-blue eyes. I let him choose this. He crossed the room—did his part. Now he needs me to take control.

“Take off your shirt.”

Sol’s shoulders visibly relax at my first order, and he reaches up and grabs the back of his shirt, dragging it off and dropping it on the floor.

My thumbs skim his hips, stroking the edges of his vee, and his hands move to my shoulders. His dick is tenting his sweats right in front of my face and I toy with the idea of teasing him a little, but when I look up and see the lust burning there, all thoughts of games fly out of the window.

Slipping my hands under the waistband, I pull them down along with his boxer briefs, letting his long, hard cock spring free. A groan tears from my lips and I dive forward, gripping his ass as I haul him into my mouth, too desperate for the weight of him on my tongue. Sol’s fingers dig into my shoulders as he sucks in a harsh breath, and I circle my tongue around the swollen head before pulling off and looking up at him.

“If you want to stop, tell me,” I say. “Promise.”

Sol’s body reads like a book, and I’m confident I’ll know if he’s uncomfortable, but I need the words from him. It’s why I shied away from this for so long in the beginning. To be his first time is a lot of pressure and, although I know I can make it good for him, it’s still a lot.

“I promise,” Sol breathes.

I lean forward and gently suck the tip of his cock before smiling up at him. “Good.”

My hands still on his ass, I pull him down so he’s straddling my lap, and kiss him hard. He still tastes of spiced apple and my hands slide up the toned planes of his back, pressing him against me as I devour him. Naked activities with Sol have proved a ton of fun so far but kissing him is in my top two favorite activities ever. I haven’t enjoyed kissing this much since I was a sophomore in high school.

A small, soft noise leaves Sol’s throat, his hips thrusting slightly, seeking more, and my own cock throbs in response.

I break the kiss, licking and nipping down his throat. “You want more?”

“Yes,” he pleads on a breathy exhale.

Running my hands up his chest, circling his tight nipples, he trembles under my touch, and I reach down and squeeze my aching cock. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” My words rumble against the column of his throat, and I lick his Adam’s apple as it bobs. “Do you want that, Sol?”

“Fuck.” His fingers dig into my shoulders hard enough it might bruise as he shifts forward on my lap, grinding us together. “Yes.”

“Did you do your homework?” I ask, gripping his chin and staring into his eyes.

He nods. “Yes.”

My cock jolts between us, desperate to be free. The thought of Sol working himself open for me causes my brain to fall offline momentarily.Fuck. “Show me.”

Sol’s eyes widen and my own heart thumps loudly in my chest as I lie back and roll us onto the bed, before reaching for my wallet on the nightstand. I pull out a packet of lube and hand it to him. “Show me how you’ve been getting ready for my cock, Sol.”

His breathing is erratic, his fingers trembling as he opens the packet, but when I meet his gaze, there’s no doubt there. He’s as hungry for this as I am. I stand, pulling down my briefs and as my heavy cock bobs free, Sol sucks in a breath. Wrapping my hand around my aching length, I stroke slowly as I kneel up onto the bed.

“Show me,” I say, causing Sol’s gaze to lift from my dick to my face, reminding him what he should be doing. “Time to hand in that homework.”

He nods, lying back on the bed and bending a knee. My teeth sink into my lip as he coats his fingers, and I reach out and steal a little before gripping his dick, where it stands hard and ready. Sol’s head falls back against the pillow as I stroke up, my thumb swiping through the precum gathered at the tip before twisting back down.

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