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“That was terrible, wasn’t it?” Drew’s smile lifted at one corner of his mouth.
“What was that?”
“A really bad first kiss, I think.”
“No, I mean—”
“A combination of trying to shut you up and wanting to make out with you. Sorry it sucked.”
“You want to make out with me?” Kieran repeated, baffled. Drew nodded. “Ever since I knew I could.”
Kieran blinked rapidly for a second and then wet his lip. “You
can have a do-over, if you want,” he said quietly. He wriggled his shoulders. “This is uncomfortable, though.”
“Sorry.” Drew quickly let go of Kieran and looked him in the eye briefly before dropping his own gaze to follow what his hands were doing. He put them on Kieran’s hips, delighting in the nervous intake of breath this caused Kieran, and then pulled him a little closer. “Better?” he asked, and Kieran nodded.
The slight height difference meant he had to tilt his head down a touch. He didn’t have much time to think about it, but he knew he liked that. He came in slowly and brushed Kieran’s lips softly this time, once and then again, lingering a moment. He pulled back a fraction just as Kieran let out a shaky breath, and gently brushed his nose alongside Kieran’s.
“That was unequivocally better,” Kieran whispered, a sound like a breathless laugh leaving him before he bit his lip.
Drew swallowed hard, realizing that he was suddenly very turned on. His arousal stemmed partially from kissing another guy, finally , and realizing that was exactly what turned him on—not girls. Guys. One hundred percent guys—and then partly from seeing Kieran blush like that, breathing unsteadily and biting his lip all nervous and giddy-like. He knew he wasn’t alone in this.
He couldn’t say a word; all he could do was slowly walk Kieran backward—delighting in the way Kieran clutched his arm when he stumbled slightly—until he was up against the wall.
Arousal washed through him and he crowded Kieran against the flat surface, his lips a hairsbreadth away as he savored Kieran coming apart right there before him. He touched Kieran’s cheek, his own hand not completely steady as his thumb brushed the underside of Kieran’s lip.
He exhaled hard and dove down for a slightly more urgent kiss. Kieran opened up to him, and he slid his tongue in to search for Kieran’s. In that instant, in that exact fucking second he finally understood what the big deal was. He breathed heavily through his nose and deepened their kiss, lifting his hand to hold the nape of Kieran’s neck.
He was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life and he didn’t know what to do with it. His own groan when Kieran tried to push back just as hard against him turned into something like a growl. Kieran’s surprised whimper went straight to his groin and made him want to pin him down. Hard. It made him want to fuck. Instead he broke away, breathing heavily. He took Kieran’s hands, which were clutching the front of his T-shirt, and slid them up his chest and onto his own shoulders.
“Put your hands here,” he said in a rough voice.
Kieran did as directed, but then went one further and slid one
hand along his shoulder and up the back of his neck to grip what he could in a fistful of short hair. Drew grunted, pushed Kieran back against the wall with a curse, and gripped Kieran’s waist tightly. He hesitated a second and then slid his hands around, and down over his ass, and squeezed .
The noises Kieran made weren’t loud, but they were breathless and needy and drove him crazy. His feet somehow situated themselves between Kieran’s, and without even meaning to or without realizing what he was doing, he crushed his groin against Kieran’s. They both had to break away from the kiss, gasping.
With his hands on Kieran’s hips, practically holding him there, he could feel Kieran rigid against him and knew Kieran could very well feel him too. He moved his thigh against Kieran’s, encouraging him to
“What was that?”
“A really bad first kiss, I think.”
“No, I mean—”
“A combination of trying to shut you up and wanting to make out with you. Sorry it sucked.”
“You want to make out with me?” Kieran repeated, baffled. Drew nodded. “Ever since I knew I could.”
Kieran blinked rapidly for a second and then wet his lip. “You
can have a do-over, if you want,” he said quietly. He wriggled his shoulders. “This is uncomfortable, though.”
“Sorry.” Drew quickly let go of Kieran and looked him in the eye briefly before dropping his own gaze to follow what his hands were doing. He put them on Kieran’s hips, delighting in the nervous intake of breath this caused Kieran, and then pulled him a little closer. “Better?” he asked, and Kieran nodded.
The slight height difference meant he had to tilt his head down a touch. He didn’t have much time to think about it, but he knew he liked that. He came in slowly and brushed Kieran’s lips softly this time, once and then again, lingering a moment. He pulled back a fraction just as Kieran let out a shaky breath, and gently brushed his nose alongside Kieran’s.
“That was unequivocally better,” Kieran whispered, a sound like a breathless laugh leaving him before he bit his lip.
Drew swallowed hard, realizing that he was suddenly very turned on. His arousal stemmed partially from kissing another guy, finally , and realizing that was exactly what turned him on—not girls. Guys. One hundred percent guys—and then partly from seeing Kieran blush like that, breathing unsteadily and biting his lip all nervous and giddy-like. He knew he wasn’t alone in this.
He couldn’t say a word; all he could do was slowly walk Kieran backward—delighting in the way Kieran clutched his arm when he stumbled slightly—until he was up against the wall.
Arousal washed through him and he crowded Kieran against the flat surface, his lips a hairsbreadth away as he savored Kieran coming apart right there before him. He touched Kieran’s cheek, his own hand not completely steady as his thumb brushed the underside of Kieran’s lip.
He exhaled hard and dove down for a slightly more urgent kiss. Kieran opened up to him, and he slid his tongue in to search for Kieran’s. In that instant, in that exact fucking second he finally understood what the big deal was. He breathed heavily through his nose and deepened their kiss, lifting his hand to hold the nape of Kieran’s neck.
He was more turned on than he’d ever been in his life and he didn’t know what to do with it. His own groan when Kieran tried to push back just as hard against him turned into something like a growl. Kieran’s surprised whimper went straight to his groin and made him want to pin him down. Hard. It made him want to fuck. Instead he broke away, breathing heavily. He took Kieran’s hands, which were clutching the front of his T-shirt, and slid them up his chest and onto his own shoulders.
“Put your hands here,” he said in a rough voice.
Kieran did as directed, but then went one further and slid one
hand along his shoulder and up the back of his neck to grip what he could in a fistful of short hair. Drew grunted, pushed Kieran back against the wall with a curse, and gripped Kieran’s waist tightly. He hesitated a second and then slid his hands around, and down over his ass, and squeezed .
The noises Kieran made weren’t loud, but they were breathless and needy and drove him crazy. His feet somehow situated themselves between Kieran’s, and without even meaning to or without realizing what he was doing, he crushed his groin against Kieran’s. They both had to break away from the kiss, gasping.
With his hands on Kieran’s hips, practically holding him there, he could feel Kieran rigid against him and knew Kieran could very well feel him too. He moved his thigh against Kieran’s, encouraging him to
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