and it’s stuck to his back. I find myself staring at his lower back, at the muscles around his spine.
So hot.
Once we’ve hit all the balls in the bag, I go to retrieve them. I collect them all and then make my way up to him.
He smiles. “I’m just going to go grab something, give me a second?”
“Okay?”
He goes back to his car. I sit down on the first row of the bleachers and pull out my phone. Cassidy has sent me a link to a cat-fails video she thinks I should watch. I know I’ll like it, but later.
Jason returns, and he’s holding a picnic rug.
“Is this weird?” he asks. “I was thinking we might lie down on it or something? I thought it could be fun, but we don’t have to.”
“I love it,” I say. “I mean, it’s not weird at all. Same wavelengths, remember?”
“Right.”
He throws the rug down in the middle of the diamond. And then we both just stand there.
It’s not very big.
“I guess we should just lie down?” he says.
“Yeah, I guess.”
So we do.
We’re both on our backs, looking up at the night sky. Our bodies are sort of angled, so we’re leaning in toward each other. Our hands are inches apart.
“Want another beer?” I ask.
“Obviously, yeah.”
I hand one to him, then crack mine open and take a sip. I focus on the sky. There aren’t many stars visible, but still, it’s pretty cool. It’s so massive. We drink our beers and finish them at about the same time.
Then we both lie down.
I put my hands behind my head and get really comfortable.
I’m hoping for a shooting star.
“I really like this,” says Jason.
“Me too.”
He reaches out to touch my side. It feels like crackling electricity. His hand runs up my side, then across to my chest. Static, all over. He shifts, until he’s propped upright, with his hand resting on me, looking into my eyes.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
His lips look so soft and pink. He’s bound to taste like beer right now. His hair is as messy as his can get, and there’s this sort of dazed look in his eyes. He’s drunk.
“I don’t know,” he says. “I’ve just always had this fantasy of kissing a guy here. Of doing exactly this. I…”
I stop listening.
I shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t, but …
Fuck it.
I sit up and kiss him.
I don’t even care about anything. He repositions so we can properly kiss. Our mouths open at the same time, and my tongue goes into his mouth. It feels so wet but weirdly so nice. I sit properly up, and we try out this sort of kissing. I feel like I know his rhythm now. I know how to respond when he moves, and I know what to do with my tongue. It all just works.
We break apart, and I open my eyes.
“Like this?” I ask.
“Exactly like this.”
He pushes my chest, and I fall back down. Then he moves across …
He sits on top of me.
And I’m really hard. I’m sure he can feel it. I just wasn’t expecting him to do this.
“Sorry,” I say. “I…”
“Don’t be,” he says, and he cups my face with both hands, and kisses me. “You’re fine, dude.”
He does taste a little like beer, but it’s definitely not bad. It’s actually great. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, which tells me going for it is okay.
We crash together, frantically kissing. I scratch down his back, and his eyelids flutter. His shoulders are so bulky, and I love how they feel. But mostly I just like how he kisses me. He does it so intently, like this is the only thing on earth he wants to be doing.
“I have a serious question for you,” he says.
“Anything.”
He touches my tank, lifting it up a little.
“Why is this still on?”
“Because you haven’t taken it off me.”
I’m not sure it’s the safest decision, because we are out in the open. But I still pull off his shirt, and then he takes mine off me. I explore his chest and arms with my fingertips. Then he leans down again, and kisses me deeply.
It very quickly becomes apparent that I need to stop, like, right now.
I break away and press my head against the blanket. It smells earthy, like grass.
“Fuck,” I say. “Don’t move.”
He laughs a throaty laugh. It’s so hot. He doesn’t move, though, and the feelings pass.
“Hey,” he says. “I need to tell you something.” His voice is thick.