he dug his fingers into my arm and kept his eyes squeezed shut.
He blew out a shaky breath and glanced at me. “I was drowning. It wasn’t like a dream. It was like a memory.”
“Shit.” I yanked him closer to me without thinking, until we were flush against each other. I smoothed the hair back from his forehead and tutted. “Sounds fucking terrifying.”
“Don’t go.” He held me tighter, and the desperation in his voice made my chest ache. “Please stay.”
I moved to pull him onto me so he lay beside me with the back of his head resting against my chest. He took my arm again and wrapped it around himself, holding it pinned against his chest. I could feel his heart pounding through his breastbone and his skin was so soft I could barely stand it. My hands itched to feel him, to enjoy every inch of his body. To satisfy my urges. I rubbed my thumb over the tight muscles of his forearm while I murmured comforting sounds until his pulse slowed and his grip loosened.
“Thank you for this. Thank you for everything.” Seb sighed and craned his neck to look up at me. “Thank you for the ice cream, and the movies we’ve been watching. And the infomercials you watched with me.”
I chuckled and tried to keep my breath steady. I was so excited to hold him, to feel his warmth. “Some of them were cinematically excellent.”
He laughed, the sound hollow and tight. “It’s been nice here with you. It’s been kind of like…dating.”
My breath snagged, and maybe it was the rush of pleasure surging through my cock as he pressed tighter against my body, but my head spun, and being together suddenly seemed like a realistic possibility. “Is that what you’d like this to be? Dating?”
After a deep silence, he moved to face me and parted his perfect, pink lips. “Yes.”
I couldn’t resist. My mouth met his with two weeks’ worth of pent-up tension, and memories of him smiling when I got home from work flowed through my kiss.
He moaned and melted in me like mastic ice cream, before I pulled away and looked at him again.
“Is this definitely what you want?”
“Yes. Yes, fuck, yes.” He straddled me before I could ask again and kissed me, hard.
My breath snagged when I met his tongue with mine, but even while I greedily stroked that soft skin I’d so badly wanted to touch, I was torn. He was a grown adult and he’d made it clear that he could make his own choices when it came to sex, but I didn’t want to lead him on. Dating and fooling around was one thing, but I didn’t do relationships, and if that was what he was looking for, then this was a big step toward inevitable heartbreak.
He leaned back and gave me a sour pout. “Hey. For the millionth time, I’m not a kid. I know my own mind, and I’m old enough to know exactly what I want. I want this.”
He grabbed me and kissed me hard enough I got the message, then he pulled back and looked at me seriously. “Okay?”
The huskiness of his voice pushed me. My dick was rock hard, and my hesitation was all but forgotten, if only for right now. I grinned and grabbed his ass. “Mm. Trust me, I know you’re all man.”
He moaned at my firm squeeze of his small, round ass, and kissed me again. The passion we’d had when I’d pinned him against the shower wall was still there as I shoved my tongue deeper into his mouth, but there was more familiarity between us now. I didn’t just want to get off; I wanted to make him happy, too.
With his warm thighs on either side of my body and his pajama shorts riding up to his hip creases, Seb slid down my body and moaned when his perfect little ass pressed against my full erection. I grunted and thrust up to meet him as I treated myself to cupping his pert pecs. He whimpered as my dick jammed against him, and he rocked back and forth on it, working it through my sweatpants as I felt him up, his tiny pink nipples hardening under my palms.
When he pinned me with his eyes, I almost lost control. A surge of lust bolted through me, and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself deep inside him. He was wide open to me, and even though I knew it could