Page 27 of Finding Delaware

An almost pained grimace hardens his features. “Don’t.”

“Or what? You’ll break my other arm?!” With a scoff, I turn away. “This is pointless. I’m fucking done trying to find something good in you. Your friendship would have been enough even if you didn’t like me that way, but I’m just a fucking queer, right? And God forbid you associate yourself with a faggot—”

“Shut the fuck up, Huckslee,” he growls, cutting off my words.

Before I can process what’s happening, he’s spinning me around and crushing his mouth to mine. It’s like an electric shock to my senses, the feel of his soft lips sliding over mine like velvet.

“What are you doing?” I murmur.

Taylor laughs, a husky, breathy noise that shoots right to my dick. “Silencing your bullshit.”

His fingers snake up the side of my face, curling into my hair, and a gasp fills my lungs. He takes advantage of it by slipping his tongue inside, gliding against mine, tasting of mint and nicotine. My arms wrap around him, palm coming up to cup his jaw, the kiss messy and sloppy in the best way.

It’s nothing like the sweet ones I’ve shared with Royce. No, this is desperate, needy, almost frantic as I hold him against my chest, grinding our bodies together, all of my neurons firing at once.

A low groan rolls from his throat before he rips himself away, our breaths loud and ragged against the quiet night air. We blink at each other for a few moments before his dazed eyes drop down his body, and I catch the tented bulge in his sweatpants before he quickly turns around.

“Fuck.”

Looking down at myself, I notice my own cock at full mast, the tip too close to peeking out of my waistband for comfort, so I reach down to adjust it before glancing up at Taylor. He still stands with his back to me, hands on his hips.

Nerves have me tensing as I watch him, waiting for the explosion to happen. “Tay?”

“Just gimme a minute,” he says, rubbing a hand down his face before it tangles in the hair at the base of his neck.

We stay like that for a while, facing away from each other as we wait for our dicks to go down. The situation would be funny if it were anyone else, but Taylor’s temper has repeatedly proven to me that he has a short fuse, so I hold in my laugh as I wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Finally, after what feels like twenty minutes, he exhales slowly. “I need a smoke after that.”

He covers his eyes, and I can’t hold it anymore. A snorting laugh bursts out of me, shaking my shoulders, and Taylor turns around with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. His baffled expression only makes me laugh harder, and he flashes me a grin that shows off a crooked incisor.

“Don’t be an ass,” he chuckles, blushing as I shake my head.

“Sorry. Your fucking face. I swear.”

His smile slowly fades, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he glances away. Something in his expression shifts—a slight change that raises my hackles.

“Huck, that was...” He squints, gazing off at the track as he tries to find his bearings. What comes out of his mouth takes me entirely off guard. “That was a mistake.”

Those words hit me like a punch to the gut, stealing my breath. I stare at him incredulously, mouth agape. He sighs heavily when his eyes find mine again before raising them upwards. “Don’t be like this, man.”

“Like what?” Is he serious right now? “Like you’ve kissed me not once, buttwicenow, and both times you’ve taken it back?”

“I shouldn’t have lost control like that,” he grumbles, everything he’s saying like a vice around my lungs.

“Yeah,” I agree, the anger in me rising again. “And I should have known better than to trust you.”

His head snaps up, hurt flashing in his eyes as he steps toward me. “Listen, let me try to explain.”

Shaking my head quickly, I spin around to head back toward the house, “I’m done with this. Done with you. It’s too fucking confusing, and I’m tired of it.”

“Huckslee.” His hand grips my non-splinted arm tightly. “Please.”

The desperation in his voice stops me in my tracks.

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