Page 24 of Skating to Him
“Here.” He pushed against my side. “Let’s get you on the bed, and I’ll use pillows to hold it on.”
I climbed onto the bed on my back, the band of my sweats dangerously close to the base of my cock, a tuft of hair spilling over the top. With a smirk, I said, “Sorry, didn’t manscape for the trip.”
His gaze cut to my groin, and with a twitch of his brows, his teeth bit into his lower lip. “Don’t you normally?” Grabbing a free pillow, he scoffed a laugh and pressed the pillow to my side, holding the ice pack to my hip while rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”
I peered at him. He’d been noticing my junk in the locker room? There was no other way to know my manscaping habits. As he fussed with the pillow on my hip, I grabbed his wrist. He was so fucking close again. His mouth was right there.
His gaze flashed to mine and his lips parted, quick breaths escaping him. “What, uh, what are you doing?”
Should we talk about what happened this afternoon? “Tyler, if I made you uncomfortable with me this afternoon, I’m sorry.” My heart pattered against my ribcage. I’d done it. The elephant was out and stomping around our room. Would he want to talk about it?
His face tensed. “No, what you did was nice. Calming. You helped me in a difficult time.” He worried his lower lip, glanced toward his bed, and then focused on the pillow at my hip. “I can’t get this thing to stay right.”
“It doesn’t matter.” As my skin heated, I yanked him down, crashing his mouth against mine, and grabbed the back of his head. His soft lips yielded to mine and the whole world melted around me. Slanting my mouth, I sucked on his lower lip and snuck my tongue behind his teeth, seeking the slick friction inside him.
His mouth melded with mine and a low moan rumbled out of him, his tongue gliding across my own. As he cupped my cheek, his kisses grew harder, needier, tongue exploring inside me. With a snap of his head, he jerked away and straightened. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He held the back of his hand to his swollen lips and hung his head. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“It wasn’t you.” My gaze snagged on the boner in his pajamas, threatening to break out of the waistband at his navel. I made him hard.I made him hard? With one kiss?Taking a thick swallow, I crept my gaze to my own cock, standing at attention and aching underneath the thin cloth of my pajamas. No porn needed, just a kiss from him, and I was ready and willing to go and do something…gay. I had to talk to him. “It wasn’t your fault.”
He stared at me, his brows wrinkling. “But I’m the gay one here, and I, uh, I’ve been fighting an attraction to you.” He slumped his shoulders. “Fuck, what a day.”
“Come here.” Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him toward my bed. I had to tell him the truth. I couldn’t let him blame himself.
He resisted. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making you sit next to me on my bed, so I can keep this fucking ice pack on.” I huffed an exhale. “I won’t touch you, I swear.” But I sure as hell wanted to. “We need to talk.”
“We can talk with me sitting on my own bed.” He pulled away.
“Tyler, please.” Tightening my hold and tensing my brows, I watched him, an ache rearing up in my chest. “I…don’t want you that far away.” Holy fuck, where had that come from?
He gaped and stared at me. “Okay.” After scratching the back of his neck, he climbed over my legs and fell next to me on the bed. “What’s going on?” With his legs stretched out, he crossed his arms over his bare chest.
I dared my gaze to roam over his muscled body, so close yet so far away. “I’ve been finding some things out about myself since, well, since meeting you.” I clenched my jaw as my heart stuttered. Was that the right way to put it? I’d never been in this situation before.
Nodding and rubbing his chin, he said, “So you’re bi-curious and want to experiment with me?” He arched a brow, his lips pressing together.
Bi-curious?What did that mean? Why hadn’t Teddy mentioned it? I winced. “All I know is, I seem to be attracted to you too, and I, uh, I got off watching a guy bust a nut.” I cringed and scrubbed my face.Jesus Christ, Rowan. Way to sound like a creepy bastard.
“You what?” With an open-mouthed chuckle, Tyler’s gaze slid to mine.
“Forget I said that. It was my friend Teddy’s idea.” I sighed and tipped my head back on my pillow. I was getting nowhere fast.
“You told your friend Teddy about me?” He shifted sideways, facing me, propping his elbow on the headboard and his head in his hand. “Why?”
I did a double-take of him, my gaze landing on his pouting mouth, still red from our kisses. I’d kiss him again if given the chance. It’d been like nothing I’d ever experienced. My lips tingled, and I touched them with my finger pads.
He cleared his throat, fixating on my mouth. In a husky voice, he said, “Tell me why.” He covered his groin with his hand.
“I was confused and needed some guidance.” I took him in,the waves of his bangs falling to his cheekbones around his stunning eyes. At least I had his full attention now and he wasn’t all closed off. “I think I might be bisexual.”
“Okay, so you’re serious.” He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip, looking me up and down. “I should tell you something.”
“What’s that?” I straightened on the bed. Now we were getting somewhere.
“I was with a guy in high school who was confused.” He rocked once. “It didn’t end well for me.” His gaze flashed to mine and he winced. “I’m not sure I want a repeat.”
Staring at him, I opened my mouth and shut it. Was I being rejected here? After that mind-blowing kiss? Shit, it only made me want him more. “So if I’m not confused, then we could…” Could what? Date? Be boyfriends? My gut tightened in a knot. Was I ready for that? I clenched my jaw.
