Page 101 of Slew Foot
“Then I’ll be fucking wrecked, and I’ll beg Gavin to trade me somewhere else, and it’ll suck because I love Boston, and I want to stay here but—but it won’t be the end of the world. I thought it would be. Leaving Minnesota was so fucking hard. And leaving Boston andyou, that would be even harder. But it’s still better than …”
He trailed off, looking helplessly at Mickey.
“Better than wanting each other and not being together because we’re too scared to even try?” Mickey guessed.
“Yeah.”
Mickey let out a shaky breath. “So we’re doing this?”
Rafe smiled, nodding as he sat up and leaned in. He was so careful when he pressed their lips together. It was a light touch and his breath smelled of mint, like he’d brushed or something before he came out of the bathroom.
Mickey smiled too and closed his eyes as he kissed Rafe again.
He was also careful, half-convinced Rafe would bolt or change his mind. But he pressed closer, all soft and pliant against Mickey now.
Mickey’s head spun as he threaded his fingers through Rafe’s hair again, but this time, it was to deepen the kiss. He parted his lips and teased at the seam of Rafe’s mouth with his tongue.
Rafe opened immediately, letting out a soft, pleased noise like he’d been waiting for it for a long time.
Mickey had too.
Mickey smiled again and shifted, pulling Rafe down until they lay stretched out on their sides, bodies tangled together. He cupped Rafe’s cheek, deepening the kiss, showing Rafe the way he liked it. The kiss got deeper, hungrier as they continued, and Rafe responded exactly the way Mickey had expected, sweet and eager and so, so obliging. It made heat spread through Mickey’s body until need simmered low in his gut.
Eventually, he couldn’t take it any longer and he wrapped his thigh around Rafe’s and rolled him onto his back, his head swimming a little at the change in position.
Mickey had only been able to accomplish that because Rafe had been surprised and willing to be manhandled, but it still made anticipation rise in Mickey’s body as he imagined what else he could do to Rafe.
What else they could dotogether.
He sat up, pushing away the sudden and annoying throb in his head long enough to take his shirt off before he pulled Rafe down again, pressing their bodies tightly together. Rafe sighed and went limp beneath him.
Well, notallof him was limp.
There was a hardening cock pressed to Mickey’s hip.
Pleased, Mickey cupped Rafe’s cheek and kissed him again, teasing his tongue into Rafe’s mouth and roaming his free hand down Rafe’s torso. He brushed the pad of his thumb across Rafe’s nipple before pinching a little.
Rafe responded with a moan. He arched into it, his hands rising in the air then hovering there uncertainly as if he wasn’t surewhat to do with them. If Mickey hadn’t been pinning him down, his hips would have come off the bed too.
Well then… Mickey laughed softly, reaching out to grasp Rafe’s wrists in his hands and press them to the pillow above their heads.
Rafe responded beautifully, melting into it, looking at him with wide, eager eyes.
“Do you know how many times I thought about getting you in bed like this?” Mickey rasped, pressing a kiss to Rafe’s jaw.
Rafe shook his head.
“Every night before I went to sleep. Every time I was alone in the shower.”
Rafe whimpered.
Mickey wasn’t sure if it was his words or the fact he’d pinched Rafe’s nipple. “You like this?” he asked, pinching again.
Rafe nodded, licking his lips. “Yeah. I like everything you do.”
Mickey laughed and dragged his mouth down Rafe’s jaw to his throat, nipping with his teeth. “Everything?”
“Well, everything you’ve done so far,” Rafe admitted, sounding a little breathless. “And I think I’ll like everything else you’d want to do to me.”
