Page 22 of And the Best Man Ran Away With the Groom

I stare at him in bewilderment. “Curious?”

“Yeah. About whether I’d actually like it or whether it was just…I don’t know…” He pauses for a moment, waving his hand around as he tries to put words together. “Like a freak reaction.”’

“You want to kiss me again?” I ask warily.

He nods. “Yep. I think that’d clear it up.”

I must have fallen over and hit my head or something because this conversation is obviously a hallucination.

“Um…okay…”

As though he’s been waiting for me to give him the go ahead, Trent lowers his head and brushes his lips to mine in a soft, slow kiss full of the kind of hesitation that makes it clear he really is trying to figure this out. I try to hold back and just let him explore in whatever way he needs to, but it’s impossible not to respond, and before I know it, I’m kissing him back hungrily, my hands coming up to run over the hard muscles of his torso.

“Okay, yeah, I liked it,” he says breathlessly when we finally break the kiss.

I just stare at him, dumbfounded. “But you’re straight…”

“Yep.”

“And you know I’m not a girl…right?” I can’t help asking.

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “There are a few things that give that away, yeah.”

“But I just don’t—”

Before I can finish the thought, Trent’s lips are on mine again, and this time I can’t make myself be patient. I deepen the kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth, and then nearly collapse with surprise when he groans against my lips. I don’t fall down though, because his arms are around me, holding me against him. He pulls me even closer, and I can feel…well, holy shit—he really does like this.

“How are you not freaking out right now?” I ask a little dazedly as we break the kiss. I seriously can’t believe any of this is happening.

He just shrugs. “I’ve made it a rule not to freak out about things that make me horny.”

And before I can muster up an answer to that, he dives in again, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck so he can pull my face up to meet his.

And god, can this guy kiss…

I don’t exactly remember moving, but we’re deeper in the alley now, far enough away from prying eyes that I’m feeling comfortable enough to rub my palm over the front of Trent’s shorts.

“Do you want me to take care of this?” I ask softly.

“H-how?” he asks through a hissed breath, his head falling back against the wall behind him.

“Whatever you want. My hand. My mouth…” I’d add my arse to the list, but I have a feeling that would probably freak him out. Also, I’m not a hundred per cent sure I have lube with me, and there’s no bloody way I’m going without.

“Um…uh…we’re in public,” Trent stammers out through heavy breaths as I continue rubbing him, my lips trailing over his neck. “Not sure…”

Right, of course. We might be half-hidden in the shadows behind this building, but we’re still on a public street in Chaweng where anyone could stumble past. I know Thailand is pretty relaxed about queer life, but I’m not sure what their rules on public indecency are and I’m not going to risk spending the night in a foreign jail just because I’m so desperate to suck Trent’s dick.

“Handy it is,” I murmur, before unfastening his shorts and slipping my hand inside.

He lets out a loud groan as I wrap my hand around his dick, and I immediately silence it with a fierce kiss. I move in even closer, making sure to completely shield his body with mine as I fist him, revelling in the way he clings to me and thrusts eagerly into my hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps, tearing his lips from mine and burying his head in my neck. “Shit, I’m—”

“That’s it, babe,” I murmur. “Time to come.”

He clings even tighter to me, thrusting harder into my fist. And then, with a soft groan of“Xav…”he comes into my hand.

He seems completely wiped out, and I want to give him time to get himself together, but I have a handful of cum that needs to be dealt with ASAP, so I gently manoeuvre him away from me with my free hand before bringing my right arm up to my face, licking the mess away from my fingers.

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