Page 22 of Dire Straights

“No, I know you aren’t. You’re… You’re great,” he said. He looked so nervous, and he was still breathing hard. I wondered if his heart was beating as hard as mine was.

“I think you’re great, too. I really like being friends with you.”

“Just friends?” He asked, and the heat washing over my skin intensified.

“I mean… Yeah. I do like being your friend.”

“And you don’t want more?”

I wanted to say yes, a thousand times yes. I wanted so much more. But I could only shake my head.

“I… I don’t know,” I managed. “It’s not like I’d ever actually expect someone like you to be into someone like me, whether you were bi or gay or whatever, anyway.”

“You don’t think I could be into someone like you?” He repeated.

“No.”

“Why’s that?” He took a step closer to me. There was barely any space between us now. My instinct was to take a step back, to erase the closeness that he’d deliberately put between us, but I felt frozen in place.

“Because you’re… You’re perfect. You’re the kind of guy that everyone wants. You’re hot and smart and you have actual talents. I’m awkward and annoying and I never know when to shut up.”

“You don’t think you’re hot and smart and talented?” He asked. He’d actually taken another step toward me. My head was spinning, and I could barely remember enough of the English language to answer.

“Uh… I’m smart, I guess. Kind of. I’m bad at remembering history. And geography. And I always mix up celebrity names. And-”

“You definitely don’t know when to shut up,” he confirmed. But his voice was low now, so soft it was like it was only meantto fill up the tiny, almost non-existent space between our faces. “Usually, I don’t mind.”

“Usually?” I echoed.

“Usually,” he repeated, before closing the final, tiny gap between us by pressing his lips onto mine.

MADDOX

I DON’T KNOWwhat I was expecting when I kissed him. I don’t know what I wasthinkingwhen I kissed him. He was a guy. No matter how genuinely nice he was, how accepting he seemed of all my personality flaws. Even if he looked really cute excitedly running around the boardwalk, pointing out all the stuff he wanted to try. And even though the way he always stared at me with so much admiration and affection made my chest feel weird and my dick hard.

But when I’d caught him staring at my abs, his eyes raking over them like he wanted to memorize the way I looked, it obliterated the last little piece of my remaining denial. Ren was a guy, but I felt… something for him. Something I’d never felt about any other guy, and maybe not even a girl. When I’d asked him if he was straight, he’d been honest about it. He wasn’t. I wasn’t ready to think about any of that for myself yet. I didn’t want to obsess over labels or identity. But I wanted to kiss him. That was the extent of my knowledge.

He stayed perfectly still while I leaned in. I thought it would probably be like kissing a girl. I’d take the lead, and he’d be passive and let me tease his lips a little before we worked up to making out. But as soon as it started, he flipped it on me, slipping his hand behind my neck to hold my head in place. When his tongue slipped into my mouth, the little moan I let out was insanely embarrassing. I hadn’t kissed anyone in months, and the pressure of his tongue on mine felt so fucking good. We ended up kissing for so long that we had to pull apart to breathe.Panting, I realized I’d fisted my hands into his soaked t-shirt, holding him to me for balance.

I’d never been this turned on by kissing before. My cock was stiff, tenting out my shorts, desperate for stimulation. My lungs needed air, but all my body wanted was his mouth back on mine. When I pulled on his shirt, he took the hint and captured my lips again. For a stuttering, awkward nerd, he was really, really good at that.

His body bumped into mine, subtly nudging me. The back of my thighs hit something, and I turned away from his mouth to look behind me at his mattress. He was trying to push me down onto his bed. When I looked back up at him, I felt his fingers stroke down the back of my hair.

“Is it okay?” He asked. “I mean, we don’t have to d-”

“Stop talking,” I said, lowering myself onto my back, dragging him down with me.

“Okay.”

He settled between my legs, and I spread them to give him more room. Our hips were flush together, with his cock digging into mine. It felt huge, but I thought it was because mine was already so sensitive, every little brush against it felt enormously magnified.

When his lips left mine to press burning hot open-mouth kisses all over my jaw and neck, lightly sucking my flesh just short of the point of pain, I had to suppress another moan. I’d never been kissed like this. I’d made out with girls, but I’d had to do everything. They’d always just expected me to take control and do stuff to them, and I’d done it because I thought that’s just how hooking up was. But this was… Way better.

“Your moans are really cute, Maddy.”

Maddy?Who the fuck was Maddy? Maddy wasn’t a name for someone like me. But here I was … On my back, with a guy between my legs. Moaning like a whore. And what the fuck hadhappened to the nervous, insecure dweeb who needed me to reassure him at every turn?

When he shifted on top of me, rolling his hips against mine, I dug my fingers into his back, whimpering. Panic in my head mixed with the lust in my blood as I rutted against him, realizing with a little horror that I could already feel an orgasm gathering in my spine. No fucking way I was already this close to coming. I’d never been that kind of guy. I could hold my load. But it was so fucking good.

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