Page 59 of Finance Bros

And I keep kissing him, getting used to the texture and scentof his skin. His taste—earthy and somehow like home. Like I’ve been here before. I only stop when all I can taste anymore is myself. When I’ve covered him in me. “Okay?” I ask, letting my thumb rub back and forth over the hollow of his cheek.

“Yeah.”

“I’m so fucking hard,” I admit.

He nods, his fingers tightening their grip in my hair for a longer second this time.

“Can you feel it?” I ask.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“It’s you,” I feel the need to assure him. “You’re what’s making me hard.”

He snorts softly. “Okay.”

“Did you ever get a boner when we did this before?” I ask.

“You never didthatbefore.”

“You know what I mean,” I say.

“Did you?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I admit. “But my dick was pretty small back then.”

He laughs again with barely any sound, but I feel the shaking of his chest.

“So did you?” I ask again.

“Maybe once or twice.”

“That’s it? Because it happened to me like—quite a few times. I asked my dad about it—not like—in terms of hugging you, but just whether it was normal to pop so many boners in general, and he told me it was, so I just figured it happened to everyone.”

“Itisnormal,” Ryan says. “Puberty and friction.”

“How do you explain it now?” I ask.

“I have no fucking clue what’s going through your head right now,” he says.

“Want me to tell you?”

He lets go of my hair and runs his hand down my back,stopping just above the waistband of my shorts. “Are you finally ready to?”

I might not be ready to confess everything, but I want to tell him something. “I like how you feel.”

“Deep,” he says, in his most cynical voice, calling me out, like he still knows me just as well as he did back then.

“You want it to be deep?” I ask.

“I want you to be honest with me. And yourself.”

“Then it’s like I said. I like how you feel, and I miss being with you.”

“That’s beautiful, man.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” I murmur against his almost too-warm skin.

“Mind if I try something onyou?” He makes it sound like a dare. His heart might not be in it, but if his body is, I’ll go along for the ride.

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