And throughout it she’s . . . delighted. Find me another character—a woman, no less—half as happy.”
Will tugged his collar open and kissed his shoulder. “Keep talking.”
Martin was not quite sure how much longer he could talk, though. Will’s mouth was everywhere he could comfortably kiss, his hands equally busy. And Martin wanted more now, and he let himself want it. He turned his head to the side, hoping Will would know what to do, and then Will’s mouth was on his, hot and soft. Just when Martin was getting used to the bizarre feeling of lips touching his own, Will pulled away.
“Bad angle,” he murmured, and got out from behind Martin in order to kneel over him, gently taking the book from Martin’s hands and placing it on the windowsill.
If that had been a bad angle, then this was a very good angle, because Will was above him, one hand threaded in Martin’s hair, holding him close, but also sort of petting him. Martin put a tentative hand up to Will’s head, letting his overlong waves slip silkily through his fingers. He let his other hand find Will’s waist. The tip of Will’s tongue sought out Martin’s lower lip, and Martin heard himself gasp in response. When Will pulled away, just enough to put an inch or so of space between their mouths, Martin pushed up to close the gap. Will kissed him harder then, propping himself up on one elbow, his tongue slipping between Martin’s lips. That made Martin arch his back, desperate for more contact. Will only stopped kissing him to whisper some utter nonsense. “So good,” or “so sweet,” or even, “you’re lovely, just look at you.” Martin was certain they were both going to be embarrassed about all of this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Will’s shirt had come untucked, possibly because Martin was clutching it in one fist, and now Martin had an expanse of warm skin within his reach. He smoothed a palm down Will’s side, then splayed his fingers over Will’s lower back. Martin could feel the length of Will’s erection against his belly, and knew Will could feel the same. Every time they shifted, Martin got a hint of friction, just a suggestion of what might happen if they let things progress.
“Can I take off my shirt?” Will asked. “I want your hands on me.” Something about the way he asked—gentle but needy—made Martin’s hands shake in his effort to help get the shirt over Will’s head. He was so glad there was still enough light streaming through the clouded windows to see by. He had seen Will shirtless before, dozens of times this spring alone. But up close, and with permission to touch, Martin’s mouth watered. He felt the coarse hair on Will’s chest, then traced a finger around one pectoral muscle.
Will swore, then cleared his throat. Feeling especially daring, he kissed Will’s collarbone, then pushed himself up on an elbow to press an open-mouthed kiss to Will’s neck. Will rolled them over so now Martin was on top, and while he missed the feeling of Will’s warm body pressing him into the mattress, he loved the sight of Will spread out beneath him. Martin bent his head and kissed the birds on Will’s upper arm, then his shoulder, then pressed a line of kisses up his jaw.
“Please,” Will said.
Anything, Martin wanted to say. But he needed some direction as to what that anything might be. “Please what?” he asked.
“Please . . . darling?” Will somehow managed to look mischievous and desperate at the same time.
“What do you want me to do, you idiot?” Martin asked, trying to sound arch but smiling fondly.
“Can I take your shirt off?”
Why the hell not, Martin figured. If Will didn’t like pale, underfed men then he wouldn’t be in bed with Martin, now, would he? Any shyness Martin may have possessed was quickly whisked away by Will’s eager hands stroking his back and his lovely mouth kissing Martin’s neck and chest. Will’s eyes were wide now, the brown nearly turned to black. His lips were swollen with kissing and he was short of breath. Martin suspected he was in much the same state. Every time they moved, their hips rubbed against one another, and even through the layers of fabric, Martin felt out of his mind with want.
“We can take our trousers off, you know,” Will said.
That shouldn’t have come as a surprise. People took off their trousers when having sex. He was