Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“This is a bad idea,” Dustin muttered, which wasn’t a no.
“The worst,” Wes agreed, dropping quick kisses along his jaw. “But I’m already here...”
Laughing, Dustin still didn’t push Wes off. “Pretty sure I used that line when I was sixteen.”
“Me too.” Wes ran his hand farther up Dustin’s torso.
“Feels like I’m taking advantage of you...ah.” Dustin ended on a low note as Wes’s fingers found his nipple.
“Pretty sure the opposite is the case.” Wes tweaked the nipple lightly. “And I’m fine. The shock has worn off now. What I really need now is a distraction. And I’d say we’re both due some stress relief after the last week.”
“That’s for damn sure.” Dustin’s head fell back as Wes continued to tease, not going for pain, not yet anyway, just reminding him that Wes knew exactly what he liked. “Fuck. I’ve missed stress relief. And you.”
Those last words felt like a gift, one Wes would take out and examine later, when he was back in his room. He’d hold it close when he felt guilty for being here, for putting Dustin—both of them, really—at risk. Wes coasted his lips over Dustin’s.
“Missed you too,” he admitted. “And stress relief,” he added, just because fuck this was already heavy enough. And how weird was it to have spent all these hours missing someone he’d never even kissed until today.
Growling with adorable impatience, Dustin tugged him closer, mouth searching Wes’s. “Kiss me again.”
Wes loved that Dustin didn’t just go after what he wanted, instead waiting for Wes to take charge. He swung a leg over Dustin’s lap, hands on his shoulders, straddling him and effectively pinning him to the couch. Dustin’s eyes flared wide with pleasure. “Please. Kiss me.”
“You gonna be good for me?” Wes brushed kisses all over Dustin’s face, everywhere other than his searching mouth.
“Yes.” Dustin stretched toward him.
“You hold still,” Wes ordered right before he claimed Dustin’s mouth. Dustin tasted like those too-sweet mints and spice with something else layered in, the sort of addictive flavor Wes had been afraid of finding in DC. This was the taste of everything Wes wanted, everything he couldn’t have.
“Imagined this a thousand times,” Dustin whispered when Wes pulled back to breathe. “So much better in reality. Fuck, but I could kiss you all night.”
“Don’t tempt me.” Wes let out a wicked laugh. “I could torture you for hours.”
“Do it.” Dustin’s voice was all imperial command, which earned him another sharp pinch from Wes.
“Who’s in charge?” Wes peered down him.
“You are,” Dustin groaned. “Gonna kill me, Wes.”
“Yup.” Wes nipped at his neck until his head fell back, giving Wes the access he sought. “Tell me a fantasy.”
“Fuck. That feels good.” Dustin moaned, leaning into the contact. “Uh...fantasy... Lately, I just have to think about DC and I’m hard. But I think about what if you hadn’t had to leave. Maybe waking up together, me considerably less nervous—”
“Considerably.” Wes laughed. God, Dustin was adorable.
“Shut up or I won’t tell you what comes next.”
“Oh yes, you will.” Wes licked at tendon in his neck. “Tell me.”
“We wake up. And kiss...and kiss. Like we’re never going to stop.”
“Good answer.” Wes rewarded him with a hard kiss. “What next?”
“We...uh...fuck.” Dustin’s cheeks flushed dark pink, even the tip of his nose blushing. “But...um... I’m...”
“You’re not sure you’re up for that tonight. It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Wes gave him a soft and gentle kiss, one that tried to remind Dustin that he really was the one who controlled all their little games and that Wes wasn’t going to press harder than he wanted. “Tell me what we do before fucking. Don’t worry—I’m not pushing. Just want you to tell me what turns your crank.”
“You. You turn me on like crazy.” Dustin pulled him close for another kiss, and Wes let him. “And I would—for you. Just a little nerve-racking. But it’s like a jump, right? Maybe we should—”
“We’re not going to fuck.” Wes had to laugh at Dustin’s rambles. Laughing—and Dustin—was exactly what Wes needed after the awful phone call with his mom. He needed the focus and distraction, and yes, laughing, that Dustin provided. “Fucking is not skydiving, and you shouldn’t have to talk yourself into it. But I am going to give you a taste, if you’re up for it.”
Much as Wes wanted to fuck Dustin, he figured Dustin was liable to feel guilty enough over this—he didn’t need all the mixed-up emotions of his first time getting fucked on top of that.
“Oh, I’m up for it.” Dustin’s brown eyes were almost black, cloudy with desire.
“Good. Shirt off.” Staying on Dustin’s lap, Wes moved so that he could pull his shirt off, taking it from him when Dustin would have dropped the shirt to the floor. Looking right into Dustin’s eyes, he twisted the T-shirt into a rope.
And waited.
Dustin licked his lips, then swallowed hard. He held out his hands with an unsteady laugh. “You creative is definitely in the fantasy.”