starting to look at
Devon
that way. And it was completely fucking with his head.
The whole reason he’d been able to be so relaxed around Devon from the start was because Hunter had never considered that he was anything but straight. There’d been no question. Hell, if anything, he’d wanted to show some of the idiots in the frat that being gay wasn’t fucking contagious. And, of course, it wasn’t. But spending the last year with Devon had shaken the foundation of what Hunter thought he knew about himself. And he had no idea what to do about it.
Devon turned and put his back to Hunter, keeping close but moving with the music and leaving enough space between them that it didn’t cross into bump-and-grind territory. That’s when stalker girl decided she had an opening. She shimmied over and tried to work her way in between him and Devon. Her body brushed against Hunter’s arm in seductive invitation. But before she could slide into Devon’s spot, Hunter took a wide step, grabbed Devon’s hand, and pulled Dev against him hard. Their chests collided, and Devon’s eyes widened.
Hunter hadn’t planned for that to happen, but now that they were pressed together, he just decided to go for it. He gripped a hand in Devon’s hair and touched his forehead to his as they moved to the pumping music as one, hips grinding, bodies swaying.
“Hunt,” Dev said, warning in his voice.
“Just go with it.” He closed his eyes and let his body and the buzz take over.
Devon was a solid wall of heat against him, his movements still on beat, but tension clear in his muscles. Hunter knew this was crossing a line. Wherever the girl was, she’d surely gotten the message. But he was afraid if he let Devon go, a thousand things would come crashing down around him. He liked this moment, clung to it. The lights. The music. The scent of exertion and Devon’s soap. He didn’t want the spell wrapping around them to end.
He let his other hand slide to Devon’s hip and he held him close as they moved, zipper rubbing zipper. Hunter’s body began to respond, and he knew he should back off, but when he shifted, the hard length of Devon’s erection bumped his thigh. A hot tremor moved through Hunter.
A hand balled in the side of his shirt. “
Hunter.
”
Hunter lifted his head, saw the panic in Devon’s eyes. He needed to back away. Leave this be. Leave Devon alone. He leaned forward and kissed him.
Devon froze, his whole body going rigid as Hunter’s mouth touched his. Hunter started to pull away, not wanting to force anything. But then Devon groaned, parting his lips and letting Hunter in. The invitation was like the gates of heaven opening up. Keys to the kingdom thrown at his feet.
His tongue slipped inside Devon’s mouth without hesitation now—hungry, seeking. He tasted the salt of the popcorn they’d shared, the liquor, the man. The need.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He shouldn’t be doing this. But stopping wasn’t an option. He just wanted to drink and drink and drink from the well of fire their connection was creating.
Devon’s fingers curled into the sides of Hunter’s T-shirt, like he was simultaneously about to draw him close and push him away. But they didn’t move forward or back. They just stood there in the middle of the frenzied crowd, clinging to each other as one song ended and the next started, kissing like they were the only damn people in the room. Hunter’s cock pressed painfully against his fly, Devon’s thigh rubbing ever so slightly against it. Slow, slow, slow.
Hunter broke away, gasping for air and barely staving off some disastrous spontaneous orgasm. “Shit.”
Devon backed up a step, too, eyes a little wild, chest heaving. He raked a hand through his hair and looked toward the exits like he was going to bolt. But instead, he jerked a thumb at the doors. “Come on.”
Hunter’s head was spinning, but he followed Devon through the crowd, the crush of people making it impossible to catch his
Devon
that way. And it was completely fucking with his head.
The whole reason he’d been able to be so relaxed around Devon from the start was because Hunter had never considered that he was anything but straight. There’d been no question. Hell, if anything, he’d wanted to show some of the idiots in the frat that being gay wasn’t fucking contagious. And, of course, it wasn’t. But spending the last year with Devon had shaken the foundation of what Hunter thought he knew about himself. And he had no idea what to do about it.
Devon turned and put his back to Hunter, keeping close but moving with the music and leaving enough space between them that it didn’t cross into bump-and-grind territory. That’s when stalker girl decided she had an opening. She shimmied over and tried to work her way in between him and Devon. Her body brushed against Hunter’s arm in seductive invitation. But before she could slide into Devon’s spot, Hunter took a wide step, grabbed Devon’s hand, and pulled Dev against him hard. Their chests collided, and Devon’s eyes widened.
Hunter hadn’t planned for that to happen, but now that they were pressed together, he just decided to go for it. He gripped a hand in Devon’s hair and touched his forehead to his as they moved to the pumping music as one, hips grinding, bodies swaying.
“Hunt,” Dev said, warning in his voice.
“Just go with it.” He closed his eyes and let his body and the buzz take over.
Devon was a solid wall of heat against him, his movements still on beat, but tension clear in his muscles. Hunter knew this was crossing a line. Wherever the girl was, she’d surely gotten the message. But he was afraid if he let Devon go, a thousand things would come crashing down around him. He liked this moment, clung to it. The lights. The music. The scent of exertion and Devon’s soap. He didn’t want the spell wrapping around them to end.
He let his other hand slide to Devon’s hip and he held him close as they moved, zipper rubbing zipper. Hunter’s body began to respond, and he knew he should back off, but when he shifted, the hard length of Devon’s erection bumped his thigh. A hot tremor moved through Hunter.
A hand balled in the side of his shirt. “
Hunter.
”
Hunter lifted his head, saw the panic in Devon’s eyes. He needed to back away. Leave this be. Leave Devon alone. He leaned forward and kissed him.
Devon froze, his whole body going rigid as Hunter’s mouth touched his. Hunter started to pull away, not wanting to force anything. But then Devon groaned, parting his lips and letting Hunter in. The invitation was like the gates of heaven opening up. Keys to the kingdom thrown at his feet.
His tongue slipped inside Devon’s mouth without hesitation now—hungry, seeking. He tasted the salt of the popcorn they’d shared, the liquor, the man. The need.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He shouldn’t be doing this. But stopping wasn’t an option. He just wanted to drink and drink and drink from the well of fire their connection was creating.
Devon’s fingers curled into the sides of Hunter’s T-shirt, like he was simultaneously about to draw him close and push him away. But they didn’t move forward or back. They just stood there in the middle of the frenzied crowd, clinging to each other as one song ended and the next started, kissing like they were the only damn people in the room. Hunter’s cock pressed painfully against his fly, Devon’s thigh rubbing ever so slightly against it. Slow, slow, slow.
Hunter broke away, gasping for air and barely staving off some disastrous spontaneous orgasm. “Shit.”
Devon backed up a step, too, eyes a little wild, chest heaving. He raked a hand through his hair and looked toward the exits like he was going to bolt. But instead, he jerked a thumb at the doors. “Come on.”
Hunter’s head was spinning, but he followed Devon through the crowd, the crush of people making it impossible to catch his
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