Page 46 of Bad Boy
“So, you said you like trying new things with me. And I think it’s safe to say that you’ve enjoyedyourself thus far.” I tip my head back, finishing my drink before peering at the sexy, shy boy next to me. My dick plumps up just thinking about everything we’ve done and everything wecoulddo.
“How far do you want to take things?” I ask bluntly. I’m too tipsy to beat around the bush, and I need to make sure we’re on the same page before we do anything more than blowies and handies.
“I really like spendin’ my time with you, Remi. And Ireally, reallylike when we mess around. I want to try more. I-if you do, too, of course. I just. . . I don’t know what I’m doin’ or how any of it works,” he says vulnerably, the alcohol lowering his inhibitions. He stares intently at me, waiting for me to take the lead, and fuck if it doesn’t stroke my ego.
“Well, you coulda fooled me with the way you were trying to suck my soul outta my dick earlier,” I tease.
He blushes and ducks his head, smiling softly.
“Let me tell you. It was fucking awe-inspiring.”
We both burst out laughing, his higher pitch harmonizing with my deeper rasp, and the sound makes me curl my fucking toes.
“For real though. That’s fucking awesome because I want more, too.” I reach across the space between us and stroke his soft hair back from his forehead. He doesn’t have any more of his usual product in, so it’s been flopping over his forehead all night. Driving me wild with the need to run my fingers through it. He keeps eye contact with me, absorbing my words and my touch. “And don’t worry about how it all works. I’ve never been with a guy, but I’m no virgin, and porn helps, too.” I smirk at the surprised look on his face.
“You ever watched gay porn?” I ask. “Ever seen two guys fuck?”
What? I’m blunt when I’m drunk, and I’m definitely well past tipsy.
“U-um. No, I haven’t.”
“Ever watched straight porn?” I need to know just how innocent he is.
“No.”
“Damn. You’re an angel, Linc,” I tease. “I’m going to corrupt the fuck outta you.”
He whips the blanket over his head, hiding from me. I throw my head back and roar with laughter. He’s so fucking adorable.
He pulls the blanket down to his nose, only his glassy eyes peeking out.
My smile is huge, waiting for what he’s going to say.
The quilt comes down another inch, and he licks his lips.
“A-are you a top then, Remi?” he asks hesitantly yet matter-of-factly. More like it’s science and less like it’s dependent on actual feelings. The frank question catches me a little off guard.
“Dunno. Never been either,” I answer truthfully. I honestly don’t know if I’ll prefer to top or bottom. Maybe I’ll like both. I like to leave all my options open. Bisexual and vers. I bet that’s me.
“What about you, Preppy? Think you’ll top or bottom?”
“I’m not sure either. Um. Bottom, maybe?”
I take a risk and go for it since we’re both so open right now. “Well, we can just go with the flow, but I’m ready to try everything with you, Preppy.All the things,if you catch my drift.”
He sits up straighter, the blanket falling to his lap, tenting over his erection. Sneaky little shit. I wonder how long he’s been hiding a boner under there.
His throat bobs as he swallows with an audible gulp. “Y-yeah. Yes,” he stutters. “I want to try everything, too. If you’ll show me how.”
“You fucking bet,” I agree, climbing to my feet and walking over to the railing. I lean over and peer down into the dark ravine below. Another rumble of thunder echoes in the distance. A warning of what’s to come. “We better smoke this before the storm rolls in.”
I spin around and hoist myself up to sit on the edge, leaning against one of the support beams, but still facing Lincoln.
“Remi, be careful.”
“Aw. Worried again? Guess you like me for more than just my cock, huh?” I clutch my heart like a smartass.
“‘Course I do,” he says earnestly. Even in the darkness, I can see his face turn red.
