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Fuck that. I can’t believe I let it win for so long. I can’t believe I let all those voices and the inky black shame make me small and scared and less myself than I could have been all this time.
The asshole looks back over at me, sizing me up when he realizes I’m still staring at him. Glaring is probably more accurate.
“What?” he scoffs.
“Just wondering what happened to you to make you such a miserable fucking person,” I say evenly. I don’t bother waiting to hear his answer though. I don’t really care. He can go on being miserable and hateful and small as long as he likes. It’s not going to touch me.
I swivel on my stool to face Slater, grab the front of his jersey with my free hand, and drag him to me. He gasps against my lips in surprise, just like the first time we kissed, in a bar surrounded by people exactly like we are now. I trace the shape of his smile with my tongue and then dip it between his lips, swallowing the next surprised sound he feeds me.
“You want to get out of here?” I murmur against his mouth, and he nods.
“Yeah, let’s go home and have a proper end to our first date.” The filthy smile that spreads over his damp lips goes straight to my cock.
Best first date ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
SLATER
I was worriedfor a second that the homophobic dick at the bar was going to ruin our night and send AJ back into his shell. But apparently I owe the guy a fruit basket—or is that too on the nose?—because whatever he muttered under his breath had the opposite effect I expected. My lips are still tingling from AJ’s kiss as he drags me out of the bar, leaving our unfinished drinks behind.
He doesn’t just grab my hand when we hit the sidewalk, he puts his arm around my shoulders and nuzzles my ear as we make our way down the busy street towards home. If anyone is bothered by the overt display of queerness, I wouldn’t know. I’m too focused on putting one foot in front of the other and not melting into a puddle of horny goo right here on the sidewalk. AJ nips at my earlobe and I stifle a gasp.
“Dude, you want the whole neighborhood to see my dick hard?” I groan, leaning into the solid heat of his body.
“No, I’d rather keep it to myself.” He rumbles a laugh and stops with the slutty ear play, dropping his arm from around myshoulder and threading his fingers between mine. “I’ve… uh… wondered about that, actually.”
“What’s that?” I ask, half my brain cells still offline thanks to all of the blood rushing to my cock, and the other half pretty damn fixated on what’s going to happen once we get back to the apartment.
“Other people,” he says. “Other guys.” His voice is a low growl that reminds me a little of his caveman moment in the locker room earlier this week.
I grin and take my turn nipping playfully at his ear. “Are you saying you want to be exclusive or are you proposing a threesome?” I tease.
He looks over at me and arches an eyebrow. “I meant being exclusive, but let’s put a pin in the threesome thing.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Yeah, okay,” I agree easily, my heart fluttering and flipping.
I kind of wish Nolan was here right now so I could very maturely stick my tongue out at him and gloat a little. AJ doesn’t want to fuck his way through Boystown. He wantsme. Fuck, that actually makes my dick even harder than the ear licking did.
“So, if we’re dating exclusively, that would make us…” I want to hear him say the word so I know this means what I think it does.
He swallows hard and his lips twitch with a smile. “Boyfriends,” he says with a slight rasp in his voice.
Fuck, that’s even sexier than I thought it would be. I make an excited, strangled sound in my throat and stop right in the middle of the sidewalk to pull him into a kiss. His lips are warm and soft and the stubble on his jaw is just the right amount of rough against my skin. I want to feel it against the insides of my thighs, I want to feel it dragging over my ass cheeks and my hole as he spreads me open and licks me.
Someone whistles at us and I smile against AJ’s lips.
“Come on.” I grab his hand again and we hurry the rest of the way back to the apartment.
As soon as we’re inside, we kick off our shoes and I grab the front of his shirt to pull him down the hallway to my bedroom. My heart is going fucking wild and every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s been turned up to eleven. My lips are aching for AJ’s, my cock is pulsing with my thundering heartbeat, even my clothes feel sensitive against my skin.
“I’m fucking crazy about you, Slater.” His voice is husky, full of gravel and sex and fuckingneed. It thunders through me just as intensely as the erratic beat of my heart.
“I think I passed ‘crazy’ weeks ago. I’m fucking gone over you. I’m obsessed in the best way. I want to be around you all the time, and not just because I want to touch you and get you naked. Although, I do want that too.” Maybe I’m saying too much, but I can’t stop myself, the words just keep spilling out. I bump my nose against his and tighten my fist around the fabric of his shirt. “I want to tell you every thought in my head and hear that cute-as-fuck wheezy laugh of yours. I just wantyou, all the damn time.”
We haven’t even really touched yet, but I’m already panting, my head is already fucking spinning. AJ’s warm, sweet breath washes over my face as he lets out a strained, needy moan and then slams his lips into mine.
His tongue snakes into my mouth and I wrap my arms around him to press myself closer. With AJ, it seems like I can never get close enough. If I could climb inside him and become one person, I would. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my chest as our lips slide against each other and our tongues tangle around muffled moans and gulping breaths.
