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Embarrassment. Written all over his face and in the way his shoulders hunched.
“Don’t,” I said softly. “Not on my behalf. I really don’t care. Do you think it’s the first time I’ve seen a boner? No. It happens. You just roll over. Move on.”
“Not much space to roll over.” There was the tiniest hint of a giggle somewhere in there, one I decided to roll with. Because I was an idiot.
“I could help you with that. If you need help.”
“No!”
Okay.
“I suck dick. I’m really good at it.” Dickhead of the century, me. No control over my mouth. “I bet you I could have you come, in like, a few minutes. A nice big orgasm. Quietly, though. We don’t want to scandalise your dad.”
He turned around and stared at me, his face full of mortified…amusement?
“You seriously proposing I let you sort out my involuntary…” He looked down at his crotch. Pinged the waistband. I had no idea why, but it made my own dick twitch. Yeah. I. WAS. A. DICK.
“Nothing I haven’t done before. A bit of friendly assistance.”
“Gray,” he said again. Then he rolled over and lent down. Grabbed my chin between his fingers.
I had no idea what it was with him, but he turned me on. Flipped every switch in my body.
“Gray, you’re a dick. And…no. Thank you. Nice offer, but…”
I told you I was insane. But this here was a whole new surge of early morning insanity. Because I was staring at his lips. Staring at him. His eyes crinkled at the edges, like he was holding back laughter.
There was no fear in there. Zero. And it made me antsy, because if he’d…if there had been a flicker of it?
“I’m…can I?” I whispered.
I wanted to. So badly.
I expected him to back off. He didn’t.
Stand-off. Him there, leaning over me. Me on my back, hand in his hair…
Moving down…
Back of his neck…
Every little strand of hair on my own neck standing up.
I licked my bottom lip.
He didn’t move.
“What am I supposed to be answering?” he stuttered out.
I couldn’t even remember that myself, so I gently rose up, just a few inches. Pulled his neck towards me so I could properly reach.
And I kissed him. The softest of baby kisses. Nothing hot and heavy and harsh. I didn’t need that. I just. I needed. I wanted…this. So much.
With every small breath out of his mouth, I expected him to pull off, to whack me on the shoulder, tell me what an idiot I was. Instead, his lips were still on mine. Slowly kissing me back.
Gentle touches of lips on lips, a tiny bit of wetness. The warmth of his tongue against mine.
“You guys need breakfast?” A firm knuckle rap at the door. Reuben froze, then sat bolt upright, looking more bewildered than I was comfortable with.