“I am?” This was so complicated. He ducked into the secluded space. No one else was in the area. This had to be wrong.

“The woman and her friend who won the radio contest will be joining you, as well as the dean and her wife. I believe another couple have a special pass, too.” The guard dipped his head, then left Will alone.

Will rubbed his hands on his pant legs. This was wrong. He didn’t belong in such a special area. He wasn’t special.

“Will.” Carsten gestured to him from the other side of the curtained-off space. “Come here. I didn’t think you’d show up.”

“I wasn’t going to, but something drew me here.” He crossed the expanse to Carsten. “Shouldn’t you be warming up?”

“I will in a minute.” Carsten tugged him through the curtains to the other side. People milled around and guards waited while Carsten kept walking. He didn’t let go of Will’s hand. “You’re supposed to be backstage with me.”

“I am?” He kept asking that, but the whole situation was surreal. “Carsten.”

“I know. It’s too much, right?”

“Yes.” He stopped short. “We just started talking and I’m still scarred about the way you treated me. Who says I wanted to be backstage? I just wanted to listen a while.” God, he was lying, but he wasn’t ready to let Carsten off the hook so easily.

“I…” Carsten paled, then sighed. “Tell me that attraction isn’t palpable.”

He folded his arms. “What if it’s not?” He couldn’t help but lie because he wasn’t ready to give in yet.

“That kiss meant nothing?” Carsten’s eyes flashed.

He winced. Shit. He’d pushed too far and would feel the sting of Carsten’s rotten nature again.

“Will?” Carsten curled his fingers under Will’s chin. “Wait. I thought there was a spark. Thought you’d give me a chance. I blew it, didn’t I?”

He measured his words carefully. “You’ve blown it for a long time.”

Carsten nodded, then hooked his fingers into Will’s front pocket. He said nothing and tugged Will into a dressing room.

“Where is everyone else?” Will tensed as the silence enveloped him. “Carsten?”

“I have a lifetime to make up for the shit I’ve done and I want to do it right now.” He dropped to his knees before Will. “Let me prove I’m not the same man.”

“Carsten?” He swore the world spun as he gazed down at Carsten. This man, the one who’d bullied him so many times in school, was on his knees before him.

Carsten fumbled with the buckle on Will’s belt, then popped the button on his jeans. He fixed his gaze on Will’s as he tugged the zipper. When he licked his lips, Will groaned.

“Gonna make you fly.” Carsten pushed the front of Will’s boxers down, exposing his cock and balls. “My God. The quiet ones are always packing.”

His cheeks flamed and he moaned. “Carsten.” This wasn’t happening, yet he didn’t want to miss a moment. He threaded his fingers into Carsten’s hair. “If you’re going to do this, kiss me first.” He needed to feel that kiss again.

Carsten managed to stand and slipped his arms around Will. “My pleasure.” He snagged Will’s mouth in a kiss and stole his breath at the same time.

Will wanted to fight this. Wanted to fight and not melt into him, but damn. This kiss was everything he’d ever dreamed a kiss could be—sexy, hot, craving, and full of passion. He sucked on Carsten’s tongue, learning his taste and the scent of him. He opened his eyes to memorize every detail of the moment.

Carsten whimpered and shoved his hands under the hem of Will’s shirt. With one hand he caressed Will’s back and with the other he toyed with Will’s nipple.

Christ in Heaven. Will wouldn’t be able to handle this. No way. He’d combust first. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that this person had teased him and been terrible toward him, but now teased him in a great way, making him want more.

He wrenched his mouth away and panted. “Carsten.” He couldn’t think straight.

“Like that?” Carsten tweaked Will’s nipple. “I crave you.”

He nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I need more of you.” Carsten sank to his knees again, then cupped Will’s balls in one hand. He wrapped his free hand around Will’s shaft before smearing the pre-cum on the blunt head of Will’s erection on his mouth.