Page 60 of Something Unavoidable

“Without knowing what it is?” Keegan asked. “Against my better judgment, yes.”

Izzy caught his lower lip between his teeth and turned his head to hide his smile. “Five years ago, I made you drive me home, and I asked you a question.”

He’d asked Keegan to come in, what they would do once they got there heavily implied. Keegan had shot him down.

“Can we pretend it’s five years ago, and you said yes?”

Keegan’s breath caught at the yearning in Izzy’s voice, though he didn’t understand its source. “Sure,” he replied. “We can do that. Are you gonna tell me why?”

Izzy’s hands were wandering across Keegan’s chest, mapping his skin like he’d never done it before. He didn’t answer, just reached back, angled his hips, and started to work himself down onto Keegan’s cock.

Keegan rubbed up and down Izzy’s thighs, trying to stay still and focused as perfect heat engulfed him. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You feel good.”

Izzy let out a shaky breath that ended on a whimper as he seated himself fully, his hole fluttering around Keegan’s girth. He stayed there, his eyes closed, head back, mouth open, his chest rising and falling as he sucked in rapid breaths.

Keegan swept his hands up Izzy’s chest and plucked at his nipples, drawing a gasp. “You’re stunning, baby,” Keegan told him, loving the way his cheeks flushed.

“You’re really big,” Izzy breathed, nearly too soft for Keegan to hear. “Feels so good. I’m so full.”

Keegan half smiled, bemused. Izzy almost sounded like— Ah,fuck. He went back over the few things Izzy had told him abouthis farce of a relationship with Josh.Fuck. He wrapped his arms around Izzy and flipped them, laying Izzy back against the sheets. He had his face turned away, refusing to meet Keegan’s eyes. “Baby,” Keegan started, but Izzy held his hands up, warding off the question.

“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Just fuck me, please.”

“Isaac,” Keegan said firmly, not willing to let him deflect. “The night I drove you home, you wanted to have sex with me.”

Izzy let out a groan and groped for a pillow in an attempt to drag it over his head.

Keegan stopped him. “It would have been your first time.”

Izzy hid his face with his hands as his blush spilled all the way down his chest. “It’s a stupid social construct,” he said, voice muffled by his palms. “It doesn’t matter.”

Keegan peeled Izzy’s hands away from his face and kissed him, long and lingering. “Just relax for me,” he murmured when the kiss broke. “Tell me if I’m hurting you, and I’ll stop.” He shifted his hips in small rocking motions, gradually building speed as Izzy gave in and started to meet him. “No one’s ever been inside you but me, huh?”

Izzy gasped, his wide-eyed gaze flying to Keegan’s face. Then, after a long hesitation, he bit his lip and shook his head. “Just you,” he said.

“I’m honored,” Keegan told him. He meant it too. He didn’t care where he fell on the list of Izzy’s past partners. Being with him now was all that mattered. But if a little bit of role-play gave Izzy some of his power back, Keegan would play the absolute best version of his past self he could.

It had been astupid idea—Izzy felt ridiculous—but for some reason, Keegan was going along with it.

It wasn’t that Izzy regretted his choices over the years. He’d had a hell of a lot of fun. But sometimes he wished…

He didn’t remember the first time he’d let someone fuck him. He’d been so drunk—so had the other guy. He knew it had happened because his ass had hurt like hell the next morning, but he didn’t even have flashes of the actual event. Pretending with Keegan wouldn’t change that, but fuck if it wasn’t filling some warm, forgotten corner of his brain.

He couldn’t seem to get his body to work. His hands were clinging to Keegan’s forearms, his legs hooked over Keegan’s elbows as Keegan rocked in and out of him in slow glides. He hadn’t used enough lube because he wanted the burn, wanted it to linger, but for some reason, the sensation was overwhelming him. Getting fucked had never felt like this before—almost like he’d fooled his body into believing it really was new. Like Keegan really was the first man to open him up and carve a place for himself inside Izzy.

“Kiss me?” Izzy begged, meeting Keegan’s eyes and getting caught in the intensity there.

Keegan dipped down and brushed his mouth to Izzy’s once, twice, then he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid into Izzy’s mouth the same way his cock was claiming Izzy’s ass. It set off fireworks across Izzy’s skin that swept through him and concentrated in the spot where Keegan was filling him. Oh god. How did that feel so good?

“Harder?” Izzy asked when he could speak again.

Keegan murmured his assent and adjusted the angle. The next snap of his hips went deeper.

Izzy gasped, his vision clouding. “Yes. Please.” His chest heaved and his head spun as it lolled on the pillow, too heavy to lift.

“Touch your cock for me, baby,” Keegan said, the order gentle but still impossible to ignore. “Stroke yourself nice and slow.”

It took Izzy a minute to remember where his hands were and another for how they worked, but he managed to pry one from Keegan’s forearm and wrap it around his aching, weeping cock. He groaned at the first touch. He was so close, he didn’t think he even needed the additional stimulation, but he couldn’t disobey Keegan.

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