Page 26 of Romance Languages

“Those moments, brief as they are, make it all worth it.”

Our knees touched, causing my dick to continue to swell. I was surprised at how easily I was able to get it up.

“I had a student decide to major in French at college because of my class.”

“That’s awesome.”

Our conversation turned to a thick silence that turned into a game of chicken. When people weren’t talking, they were supposed to be getting busy.

I took his hand and led him to the bed. Electricity crackled between us.Okay, let’s get this party started.

I leaned in for a kiss. Julian lurched back, as if my lips were radioactive. Not the kickoff I had intended.

“Actually, I don’t want us to kiss.”

“Oh. Is it my breath?”

“No. It’s not you. I’ve already kissed guys before, so that’s been checked off my list.” He made the check finger gesture. “A kiss isn’t the same as sex. It’s more intimate, more sacred. It’s romance, not lust.”

“I guess I’ve been doing it wrong.” Kissing was about turning up the heat, preheating the oven. Did he expect us to jump in cold?

“What we’re doing is more technical,” he explained. “It’s just one friend helping out another, and a kiss might make things weird.”

And there it was, a stark reminder that we were on the same page. One friend helping another. Why did I feel a bit let down then?

This time, I poured another round of shots for us. We skipped the salt and limes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure you’re a great kisser, Seamus. But honestly, that’s something I’d like to save for the right time and right somebody.”

“I gotcha. That makes sense.” I was nobody’s right somebody. “It’s like inPretty Womanhow the girl won’t let the guy kiss her on the mouth.”

“Exactly! You’ve seenPretty Woman?”

“Jules, c’mon. I’ve had to watch that movie with all of my ex-girlfriends.”

“You were really going to make out with me?”

“Yeah. This is all about giving you good firsts, but if kissing isn’t needed, that’s cool. I am here to help you out however I can.” I was straight. I shouldn’t be wanting to kiss my friend. But then again, I was a good kisser, and it was a shame he couldn’t get to experience that. “Onto the next!”

“What’s next?”

I thought for a moment before the no-brainer answer popped into my head. “Hand jobs!”

Julian poured himself another shot and gulped it down.

“You’re really taking those shots like a champ,” I said. “Tequila always makes me sick.”

“I have a strong stomach.” Julian returned to the bed. “Okay, let’s do it.”

“First, you gotta get a guy revved up, get him stiff. Wait, what am I talking about?” I snorted a laugh. “You are a guy. You know what’s up. Man, this is going to be easier than I thought.”

I leaned back and jutted out my crotch, my legs in full manspread position.

“Why don’t you rub me?” I said, grabbing myself through my jeans.

“Right. Touching and rubbing are cornerstone methods used to get people aroused.”

“Don’t overthink it. And don’t be freaked out when I pitch a tent. It’s friction.”

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