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“Don’t lie to me,” Jamie whispered, and his voice came out with a plaintive ring to it that he utterly hated. “Please. Don’t lie. Are you actually dating Ken? Because if I find out that you are …”
Jamie, with his eyes closed, felt rather than saw it when Lance moved. Strong, perfectly calloused fingers caressed his chin, making him look up, and Jamie did the bravest thing that he had ever done and opened his eyes once more, opening himself up to the vulnerability of their shared gaze, the electric current which ran between them.
“I’m not lying. Ken’s my friend. That’s all he is.” Lance’s voice was sincere, Jamie would swear to it. Or something in him, anyway, must have believed him, been desperate to believe him, since he found himself moving before he had consciously decided to do so.
Swinging a leg over Lance’s thighs, Jamie settled on his lap, facing him, his fingers tangling in Lance’s hair and tugging it free of the elastic which held it back. He’d been fascinated by that hair the day before, how soft it looked, and he found that it was even softer, silkier and more luxurious, than he even would have thought.
Jamie noted that Lance’s arms came around him, his hands on Jamie’s lower back and perilously close to the swell of his ass. Jamie’s breath caught in his throat, and he went for it. He made the leap, leaning forward and pressing his lips against Lance’s.
It was a kiss which Lance seemed to be expecting. His lips parted immediately, and his tongue swept out to press over the seam of Jamie’s lips, but he didn’t demand entrance like Jamie was used to. Rather, it coaxed his mouth open, and shivers of desire, of need, shimmied through his body as their tongues met and danced, as they explored each other’s mouths.
At that moment, there was just them, just the kiss. Ken wasn’t something they needed to worry about. They could deal with it later. Sure, Lester wouldn’t be happy if he found out, but that seemed dim to Jamie, irrelevant. Something to be dealt with some time when his body wasn’t throbbing, aching, beating with heat that spun and built between the two of them.
This might be the only time they could do this, and that just made Jamie want more. Made him want to push this as far as he could, to get as much of this beautiful man as he could before he lost him.
