That was exactly what Bryce wanted to hear. He felt it, the fear and nerves, but they were just a quiet pulse in the back of his mind. A whisper that spoke softer than the want inside him.
“I guess we just...see what happens.” Nick walked to the couch and sat down.
Bryce knew what he wanted to happen. His body already started to overheat and respond at just the thought. “You want a beer?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Bryce laughed and grabbed them each a bottle. He handed Nick his before he sat down next to him on the couch. “We can look up some gay porn...you know...see what we’re getting ourselves into. I only went as far as kissing.”
Nick shifted on the couch, stretched his long, jean-clad legs before saying, “I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet. I just...” He leaned forward, set his beer on the coffee table, and then reached for Bryce. Bryce let Nick lead, let Nick touch his hair, his face, his bottom lip. “I can’t believe I hit you.”
“I know how you can make it up to me.” Bryce smiled, and kissed Nick’s finger.
“How’s that?” There was a flirtation in Nick’s voice that Bryce didn’t often hear from the guy. He hadn’t heard it at all the nights he took Nick out to the bars.
“Put your lips on me. Let me taste you.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” he said.
Nick paused...and then was doing exactly as Bryce asked. Slowly he leaned forward. He pressed his mouth to Bryce’s, way more slowly than Bryce had done the other night. The first couple of kisses were soft, gentle other than the feel of Nick’s scruffy face against his own. Then there was more power, strength, as Nick moved in closer. His tongue probed Bryce’s mouth, and Bryce let him in.
It was totally different than kissing a woman. He felt the difference in the way Nick moved, smelled and felt. In the way he tasted, beer on his tongue, but he somehow tasted masculine as well.
And Bryce wanted more.
There was a clatter, and he realized he’d dropped his beer to the floor.
Nick pulled away. “Oh shit.” He reached for the bottle but Bryce grabbed his hand. He pushed it down on the hard dick underneath his shorts.
“You’ve got me so fucking hard, just from a kiss. Who gives a shit about the beer?”
For a brief second, he thought he pushed too much too fast. That Nick would pull away. But he didn’t. He just grinned at Bryce and said, “Not me,” before his mouth came down hard on Bryce’s again.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“Come to bed with me, so we have more room,” Bryce said against Nick’s mouth between kisses. Logically, Nick knew he should question this. Knew it should be harder for him to say yes. But it wasn’t.
“Let’s go.”
Bryce pulled him up and didn’t let go of Nick’s hand as they went to the bedroom. He nodded toward the bed, and Nick sat down. Neither of them moved to take off their clothes. That might be a little too much, too early, but he sure as shit hadn’t had enough of kissing Bryce yet.
So Nick kissed him again, reveled in the taste of him—mint and beer. He smelled slightly like the engine of a bike, mixed with soap. Bryce’s calloused fingers touched Nick’s face as he cupped his cheeks, deepening the kiss.
“You taste so fucking good. I could keep my tongue in you all night.”
A shiver raced down Nick’s spine at Bryce’s words. They were sexy as hell and made his cock harden even more. He hurt, he was so stiff.
“I like that...when you talk to me like that.”
“You do?” Bryce asked and then said, “Wanna taste your skin, too.” And then he licked Nick’s neck, briefly sucking the skin into his mouth before letting go again. “I could get used to this...how you taste. It’s hot as hell.”
Then they were kissing again, frantically, teeth clanking, tongues tangling, hot, heavy kissing. Nick’s cock wept. He felt the pre-come wet his underwear and wondered if Bryce’s was doing the same. If he had the other man so hard that he couldn’t stop leaking.
He grabbed Bryce and pulled the man down as he laid on the bed. Bryce went easily, resting on top of him, and Nick spread his legs. The second their hips touched he felt it, Bryce’s erection against his own. “Oh fuck. Do you feel that? Do it again.”
Bryce grinded his hips against Nick’s. Their cocks rubbed together. Even through both their layers of clothes, he felt the heat of Bryce’s dick. A fucking dick rubbing against his own.
“My balls hurt. Christ, they’re so full. They’re gonna explode any second.” Bryce thrust against him again. This time Nick started to do the same. They were dry-humping so hard, Bryce’s bed kept hitting the wall.
