Page 35 of The One Decent Thing

The sheets rustled beneath us, he panted for breath as I broke the kiss for a second, and then he was the one to surge up and kiss me again, one hand wrapped around the back of my neck to pull me down.

And I fell. Down, down, deeper and deeper, losing any connection to the world beyond Sebastian’s mouth and hands and the long, slender lines of his body. My hips were moving, pressing my cock into him. He squirmed under me until I caught on and moved over even more, until I was all the way on top of him and our cocks lined up.

Fucking fuck, it felt so good, as good as doing the same thing with a woman.

Sebastian wasn’t a woman. Just like that, I pulled my head back, jolted out of my haze of desire. I didn’t know what to do next. I mean, with a woman I’d move down, kissing and licking and finding out what parts of her were sensitive and which she’d rather I not touch, and then I’d go down on her, and then maybe we’d fuck, or she’d return the favor.

Did guys do the same shit with each other? What the fuck did I know?

“Aidan?” His tentative little whisper was a thread in the darkness. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?”

As if he could. Kissing him again was the only answer to that, and when I pulled back we were both breathing hard, and his fingers were digging into my shoulders again.

“I’ve only been with women,” I whispered back. It felt right to be quiet, here in this warm, private space where everything else had vanished. “I don’t want to — what ifIdo something wrong?”

Sebastian smiled, and I stole another kiss. Kissing his smiling lips was like heaven. How had I not done this before? It felt like his happiness seeped out of him and into me, warming me down to my toes.

“You’re not going to hurt me, right?” he murmured against my mouth.

Offense was my first reaction, but I shoved that down. This wasn’t about me. If Sebastian was afraid of me, he wouldn’t have crawled into my bed in the middle of the night. He’d had a bad experience, maybe — probably — more than one, and he was doing his due diligence. If he’d developed some self-protective instincts over the years, I could only be glad. It made my job easier.

“Never.”

He relaxed under me, rolling his hips and drawing a groan out of me. “Then you can’t do anything wrong.”

Well, all right then. I thought of all the times I’d traced the line of his throat with my greedy eyes, and I ducked my head down and pressed my lips just below the angle of his jaw. I flicked my tongue out and tasted a little bit of salt and a little bit of sweetness, and then I moved down until I hit the collar of his t-shirt, running my tongue over the skin along the edge of it.

“Shirt off,” I growled, and Sebastian flailed under me, making me think for a second that I’d gone too far.

He worked his hands between us and started tugging on the shirt. “If this wasn’t one of my favorites I’d tell you to rip it off,” he panted, and I jerked against him, cock so hard it hurt.

Together we wrestled him out of his shirt, with a lot of elbows flying, and then I was sinking back down, chest to chest. He didn’t have any chest hair, but it was still fucking weird to be on someone with no breasts pressed up against me. Didn’t matter. He had nipples, and he had plenty of other flesh to explore, and until he told me otherwise I was going to follow my usual playbook as closely as I could given the differences in anatomy.

My usual playbook was rusty as hell. Hopefully he wouldn’t hold it against me. The thought of disappointing him made me sick, and twice as eager to give him what he wanted.

By the way he moaned and writhed under me as I worked my way down, I wasn’t doing too badly. I ran my hands along his arms, rubbed my thumbs over his small nipples, both of them hard — and that was so unexpectedly, mind-blowingly hot that I moved back up from where I’d been kissing his ribs and pulled one into my mouth.

Sebastian arched up off the bed with a cry and buried both hands in my hair. I smiled around my mouthful and sucked, flicking my tongue while he moaned my name, over and over. I was so close, my whole body shaking, and I thrust down, grinding my erection into his leg and rubbing my abdomen over his own.

He made a soft, strangled sound and twitched his hips, and wetness spread against my skin, seeping through his boxer briefs.

“I’m sorry,” he panted. “I’m sorry, that was —”

“That was so fucking hot I’m about to come too. Come on, your hand, please Sebastian —”

He grasped my cock through my boxers and gave me three quick tugs, and I lost it, in long, helpless waves that left me limp and fighting for air. My head fell against his shoulder. It was right there, warm and damp with sweat, so I kissed it, and Sebastian’s breath hitched.

I wasn’t in any hurry to move. Strike that — maybe I was never going to move. Except that I outweighed Sebastian by a lot, and I’d crush him. Shifting over a little took all my remaining energy, and I ended up sprawled out next to him, one arm over his chest and my head still leaning on his upper arm. My eyes slid shut.

“Aidan?” They popped open. Fuck. I wasso badat this post-coital thing.

“Sorry.” I shoved up on my elbow. “Didn’t mean to pin you.”

His laugh came out high and a little shaky. “Um. That wouldn’t be a problem.”

My cock stirred all over again at the images that brought to mind. Jesus. I’d never imagined doing…that…with another guy, but it’d been so long since I’d fucked anyone. I’d done anal with a couple of girlfriends, and it was fucking incredible.

Sebastian added, “But if you want me to, like, get out of the bed and go, you can’t fall asleep on me.”

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