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Available Now! – I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore from MLR Press

It’s here! Available in ebook from MLR Press BLURB Bryce is the adorable young thing that Dustin knows he shouldn’t want. He should be looking for a man his own age. Someone with a future. Someone with a real job. But no matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he knows that it … Continue reading »

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EXCERPT – I Can’t Fight This Feeling Anymore

Excerpt from a little story inspired by events that really bear little resemblance to the story.
M/M. Release Sept 27, 2013
Dustin's an adult, a professional. Bryce is a young, pretty party boy. How can they possibly make it work?
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Site update – Book Covers should be fixed

I made some behind-the-scenes changes recently to the site which resulted in the book cover links being lost. I believe I’ve fixed them all now.

Hopefully the changes made will make for an optimized view of the site.

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New Cover

More on the story over the weekend but I thought I’d put the pretty up now [image error]

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Rest of the Year – Update

Well…

Still shooting for the end of the year for IK3 but some pretty substantial edits are necessary — more than I usually get and nothing I didn’t pretty much agree with — so that might delay things. Can’t schedule until I get it fixed. So, keep sending encouragement to my muse to send me ideas so I can get them done quickly. Should make for a better story, right?

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Rest of the year

Quick update.

As far as I know, Indigo Knights 3: Lance will be released by Loose Id later this year. I think in the early fall. Also, I Can’t Fight This Feeling has been accepted by MLR Press and should also be released later this year. I don’t have an exact date for either story just yet. I’ll keep you posted.

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Kiss Him – Part 2

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series Kiss Him

NOT WORKSAFE. Gay sex ahead.

Yes, I realize that Brady settles into this way too easily. I get that something like this requires a lot more thought. But this is my short little fluffy story and I say that Brady doesn’t have a lot of hang-ups [image error]

Again, no betas on this one so any errors you see are all mine. In fact, as of this moment, I’ve only re-read it once. My haste is due to the fact that I’ve got another project to get on with and I can’t have this hanging over my head. So, please enjoy and please excuse any little bits that are off.

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Read part one

© 2013 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

To say Brady was distracted that night was an understatement. He managed to make himself sit down and open his textbook but he didn’t retain much. Lying in his bed, he couldn’t focus on running dates and names through his head. Instead, he thanked his luck that his roommate had a girlfriend to spend the night with, leaving him alone so he could jerk off in peace. Thinking of Chris.

Weird. Too weird. Panic about what he was thinking kept him from concentrating as he walked to class. Was he gay? Really? Did he really want a guy? He glanced at other guys on his way and none of them did anything for him. But, then again, he’d never really liked any girls on sight either. He’d never asked anyone out until he’d known her for awhile. He liked spending time with friends.

He did his best to push everything aside once he sat down at his desk, but it was pretty much impossible. He did the best he could and completely wrote off whatever grade he got, knowing there’d been no chance. He left the hall then rushed back to the dorm, blowing off the friends who tried to stop him to talk. There was only one person he wanted to see. He took a shower, wanting to feel his best. He wondered if he should bring something with him to see Chris, then laughed at himself when he imagined giving his friend flowers.

In the end, it was just him in shorts and a t-shirt knocking on Chris’s door.

The door opened and he didn’t see Chris at first. But then Chris peeked out from behind the door and smiled at him. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You coming in?”

Was he? Oh yeah. Even if his brain was still hesitant, his body knew what it wanted. He walked in and stood in the middle of the tiny room, not quite brave enough to sit on the bed. The door closed quietly behind him.

“You okay?”

He turned to face Chris, who was leaning against the door, hands behind his back.

“Yeah.”

Chris nodded. “How’d your test go?”

Brady dug his hands into his pockets. “Sucked. Probably tanked it.” He cocked his head to the side and got to the point rather than dancing around it. “I couldn’t think of anything but you.”

Chris melted a little against the door, some tension bleeding from his shoulders. He looked like he wasn’t sure he should be happy about that or not. “Oh.”

He’d never seen Chris this hesitant before. The guy was one of the most outspoken people Brady had ever met. But right now he acted like he didn’t know what to say.

Seeing that gave Brady the courage to do what he wanted to do, which was to step closer to Chris. He took his hands from his pockets and reached up to cup Chris’s jaw. Big blue eyes searched his while he lowered his head, then fluttered closed when their lips met. Unlike the hesitation of yesterday, Brady heard a growl rumble from his own throat and he opened his mouth, tipping his head for a better seal on Chris’s mouth. He felt his friend’s fingers dig into his arms, clinging onto him. His tongue found Chris’s and tangled with it as he pressed in close so Chris could feel the excitement in his shorts.

“Oh man.” Chris heaved a breath as he pulled away, knocking the back of his skull on the door. “Ow!”

Grinning, Brady slipped his hand around to rub at the spot that was hit. “You okay?”

“I don’t know.” He winced, raising a hand to his head. “I would’ve said I was dreaming or something romantic like that, but that fucking hurt.”

They both laughed. Brady stroked Chris’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, kind of liking the soft scratch of stubble.

“C’mere.” Using his hold on Chris, Brady backed up and brought the other guy with him. “Can’t hurt yourself on the bed.”

Chris raised an eyebrow as Brady drew him down to his knees on the mattress. “Wanna bet?”

He slipped his hands down Chris’s shoulders and down his arms. “I’ll watch out for you.”

“Oh?” With Brady sitting on the edge of the mattress, Chris swung his leg over Brady’s lap to straddle it.

Liking this new position, Brady toyed with the worn hem of Chris’s t-shirt. “Yeah.” His fingers found bare skin above the waistband of Chris’s shorts.

Chris wound his arms loosely around Brady’s shoulders. “You seem… eager.”

He grinned. “I am.”

“You sure about this?”

“No.” He had to be honest, didn’t he? But he looked up and let Chris see his sincerity. “But I’m sure I like touching you. I like kissing you.” He took a breath. “I trust you.”

Chris stroked his cheek. “No pressure on me, or anything.”

“Nah.” Lips brushed lips and he slid his hands up under Chris’s shirt to feel the smooth skin of his back.

The touch seemed to spur Chris on because he pushed into the kiss, tightening his arms to bring Brady closer. Brady let him lead the kiss while he stroked his back. Then, experimentally, he slid his hands down to slip his fingers into Chris’s short.

On a loud inhale, Chris tipped his face back and out of the kiss. “Ooo-kay,” he told the ceiling while Brady nibbled at his jaw. “I, uh… oh.” Brady licking at his pulse seemed to distract him. Or was it because the loose fit of his shorts allowed Brady’s hands lower so he was cupping his butt. “Brady?”

“Yeah?”

“Just how far are you okay to go?”

“I dunno.” He bit at the side of Chris’s neck. “Try me.”

“Fuck. Okay. Wait.” Hands on Brady’s shoulders, he stepped back off Brady’s lap, slowly to allow Brady’s hands to free themselves. As Brady watched, Chris pulled off his t-shirt then quickly hooked his thumbs in the waist of his shorts and pushed them down. He’d either gone commando or he’d pushed his underwear off too, because just like that he was naked.

Whoa. Brady stared at Chris’s cock. Not fully hard but definitely full and excited. He was a little bigger than Brady but not scary huge, for which Brady was relieved. The flushed head was leaking a little fluid and Brady found himself wanting to lick it off.

“So?” Chris held his hands out to either side. “Can you handle this?”

Brady gave him a slow smile and reached. “Yeah.”

To his surprise, Chris brushed his hand away. “Wait.” He turned around, presenting the two perfect globes of his ass. “Can you handle this?”

Hand still raised, Brady went ahead and lay his palm on the upper curve of one of Chris’s cheeks. He watched his hand slide down, watched his fingers dig in as he squeezed. Chris groaned, which was great, but Brady was watching the crack of his ass widen just enough that Brady could see the pucker of his hole.

Oh. Right. There was that. Chris was watching him over his shoulder. He put his other hand on the other cheek and used his thumbs to open Chris up.

“You’re handling this better’n I thought.” Chris was a little breathy.

Brady smiled, massaging Chris’s ass. “Me too.”

“So, um, what do you think?”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

A happy sigh escaped Chris’s chest. “Thank you. God.” He turned around and lowered himself back down to straddle Brady’s lap. His cock knocked against Brady’s abs. “I meant what do you think. About fucking me?”

Brady stared into his eyes. Of course that’s what they were working up to but hearing the words out of Chris’s mouth caught him off guard.

Chris looped his arms around Brady’s neck again. “We don’t have to. I mean today. I mean ever.” Blushing, Chris lowered his eyes. His fingers toyed with Brady’s hair. “I just… It’s probably easier if you’re the one…”

“Yeah.” Brady reached around to cup Chris’s ass, getting a good hold to haul him in close. He kissed startled lips. “Yeah.”

“We don’t have to,” Chris reminded him in between kisses. “I could… just… suck you… off.”

“That too,” Brady demanded. He drew his fingers along the crack of Chris’s ass, suddenly obsessed with going there. “All of it.”

“God.”

Chris clutched at him, sucking his mouth. Brady kicked off his sandals then started to pull off his shirt. Chris caught what he was doing and let him go to help. Once free, Brady nudged Chris off his lap so he could push off his shorts. When he was standing again, Chris dropped to his knees to pull a fancy little keepsake box out from underneath the bed. He grinned sheepishly as he placed it on the bed and opened it, revealing not only a bottle of lube but a butt plug and two different size dildos.

“Do you use those?” Brady asked as he wrestled his shorts off his legs.

“This?” Chris held up the black plug. It was thicker around than Brady’s dick, that’s for sure. “Yes. Keeps me ready for –” He looked over and zeroed in on Brady’s cock. “– that.” He licked his lips and dropped the plug. When Brady sat, he avoided being pulled back up to sit. Instead, he spread Brady’s knees and inserted himself between them. “Come to papa,” he murmured, wrapping his palm around Brady’s shafter then squeezing.

“Ugh. Fuck.”

“Yeah, baby.” Chris rubbed the shaft against his cheek, for all the world like a cat rubbing up against its owner. “I been dreaming about this.”

Brady had no come back. He could only lean back on his hands and watch Chris’s tongue dart out to lap at the head of his cock. First light, then harder, then it was like his tongue actually brought the head between his lips. A surge of red hot pleasure shot up Brady’s spine, sizzling his brain. “Oh shit.” Chris sucked him into the wet cavern of his mouth, tongue massaging as suction built. When he pulled back he left behind a film of saliva that Brady would have sworn heated the skin, making it extra sensitive. “Fuck.” Holding the shaft, Chris popped his mouth off then ducked low to lap at Brady’s balls before he licked a line back up the shaft to suck again. Brady crumbled onto his elbows, head falling back when he was no longer able to make his eyes stay open. Much as he wanted to watch, the pleasure was too intense. Chris was too damn good at this. “Chris, man, I’m gonna…”

“Wait.” Chris stopped everything and squeezed the base of his cock.

Brady groaned.

“I’m sorry, baby.” When he was sure Brady wasn’t going to blow, Chris released him. “But I, like, need you inside me.”

Sucking in a sustaining breath, Brady lifted his head to see Chris standing, snatching up the lube while he was at it. A cool packet of plastic landed on Brady’s belly.

“Can you put that on?” Chris asked, squirting lube onto his fingers.

Brady was going to ask, but the he figured it out. Didn’t take a genius to know what Chris was going to do with wet fingers. His suspicions were confirmed when Chris put one foot on the bed, leaned over a little, then reached back and put fingers to his ass.

“That’s so hot,” Brady murmured, snatching up the condom.

Chris chuckled. “I’m thrilled you think so.”

They finished at about the same time. Then Chris tossed the lube on the mattress and instructed Brady to lay down.

“Lay down?”

Chris grinned. “I’m gonna ride you.”

Brady blinked. “You can do that?”

Which made Chris laugh aloud. “Oh, baby, you’ll be amazed at the things I can do.”

“I can’t wait.”

Laughing while Chris straddled him yet again, Brady reached down to hold his cock own cock. Chris had him positioned so he was half sitting against the wall behind the bed, pillows pushed under his back. It let Chris hold onto his shoulder as he got in position. Brady watched his cock bob as he reached back to guide the tip of Brady’s cock to his hole. Then he was lowering himself and Brady’s eyes closed again, overcome by the delicious squeeze descending on his shaft.

“Fuck.”

“Oh yeah, fuck,” Chris agreed, pulling up so he could push down more. When his ass met with Brady’s fist, he pulled up again. Brady let go and it only took two more ups and downs before Chris had taken him all in. “Mmmm.” Chris’s fingers dug into Brady’s shoulder, his head thrown back as he rolled his hips just a little, getting the fit right.

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

Chris lowered his head so Brady could see the wash of heat that had darkened his eyes. Slowly, he bounced up and down, watching Brady’s reaction. “You like?”

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

With a firm grip on Brady’s shoulder, Chris started his ride. Brady bit his lip and tried his damnedest to think of something else so he wouldn’t come, but it was fucking impossible. Chris was all flushed and gorgeous, cock leaking little drops onto Brady’s belly while he bounced up and down in Brady’s lap. He gripped Chris’s sides, then thighs, then finally gave in and grabbed Chris’s shaft. The feel was weirdly familiar and definitely odd, while incredibly hot. The touch made Chris moan. Swiping his thumb over the head made Chris pant.

“God, Brady, fuck.” He let go Brady’s shoulders and threw himself back, arching. Bracing his hands on Brady’s thighs freed his hips to go faster as he pushed his cock into Brady’s fist then shoved his ass down on Brady’s dick.

“Chris!” Brady groaned through gritted teeth. He was on the edge. He couldn’t last.

“Do it. Come for me, baby.”

He couldn’t have disobeyed if he tried. Along with the demand, Chris managed a squeeze and a twist that shredded any control Brady had left. With a tortured moan, he came, filling the condom while Chris’s ass squeezed every drop out of him. Whimpering softly, he collapsed in a sated heap, dimly wondering how he was going to rouse enough to get Chris off.

He didn’t have to worry. As soon as it was clear he was done, Chris shot forward. Wet fingers tangled in his hair, pulled his head up into a devouring kiss. It took Brady’s bewildered brain a moment to realize the shaking he felt wasn’t the world but the bed, thanks to Chris furiously whacking himself off as he knelt over Brady. A desperate cry shoved into Brady’s mouth preceded warm splashes of cum all over Brady’s chest and belly.

“Oh God.” On a soft whimper, Chris collapsed on his side next to Brady.

Bewildered, Brady curled his arm around Chris to bring him close and they both just lay there breathing for a few glorious moments.

Then Chris placed a palm carefully on a dry patch of Brady’s chest. “You okay?”

“I’m great.”

Chris lifted his head to see Brady’s eyes. “Yeah?”

Brady couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. “Yeah.” He chuckled. “I guess I’m gay now.”

Chris scrunched up his nose. “There’s still more to it. But…” He glanced down at the cum spatter, then chuckled. “But this is a good start. Hey, I know this wasn’t…”

Brady reached over to cup his cheek, turning him into a kiss to shut him up. “Later, okay?”

Chris blinked at him, then smiled. With a happy sigh, he responded to Brady’s tug and lay back down, his cheek on Brady’s shoulder. He slipped his fingers through cum, rubbing it into Brady’s skin. “Okay.”

Brady closed his eyes with a smile. There was more to this, he knew. There had to be. Couldn’t be this easy. But with a reward like Chris, he felt pretty good about his chances.

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Kiss Him – Part 1

I meant this to be a cute little short. I didn’t mean for it to have two parts. But in a completely non-surprising move, my characters disagreed with me.

Haven’t written part 2 yet but I think I know what it is. So maybe next week?

No sex. Yet.

And no one’s read this except me so any editing or inconsistency errors are all mine.

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“Kiss him!”

Brady jumped out of his skin at the outburst. Shocked, he sat back in his chair and turned around. Two overly excited co-eds were leaning on the edge of the heavy table, watching him and Chris with hungry eyes and anxiously parted lips. Around them, individuals at other tables looked up from their textbooks and hissed but neither of his classmates seemed to notice.

“What?”

Scattering open textbooks and lined papers covered in notes, Tina practically lay on the table as she reached for his hand to squeeze it. “Please!” she implored, making heavy with the puppy dog eyes. Behind her, Zenobia folded her hands up under her chin and grinned at him.

Confused, he looked from her to the friend who sat at his side. “What’s she talking about?”

Chris was looking at the girls with a big, amused grin. “I think they thought you were going to kiss me.”

Brady blinked. “Wait. What?” He drew back and met Chris’s blue eyes when they turned to him. “Why the fuck…?” He’d been leaning toward Chris to whisper a question. Had it looked like…? His own eyes got big as it dawned on him and he ripped his hand away from Tina. “Fuck no!”

A chorus of ‘shhh’s hissed at him from others in the study hall.

With a tiny moan, Tina collapsed in a dramatic heap across the table while Zen sank into a chair opposite Chris.

Jaw dropped, Brady looked from one to the other, then jumped when Chris started laughing.

“Aww.” As he reached out to pet Tina’s short black hair, Chris leaned in and rested his head on Brady’s shoulder. “That’s so cute.”

Miffed, Brady jerked his shoulder to free it from its burden. “Quit it.” He was far too aware of both girls watching Chris as Tina slid back into a chair. He glared at them. “What the hell?”

Zenobia shrugged, making the huge earrings that brushed her shoulders jangle. “Can’t blame a girl for hoping.”

“Yeah.” Tina sulked as she straightened her books and papers. “It’d be awesome eye candy.”

Brady’s eyes bugged and Chris went into apoplexy trying to smother his laughter. Getting pissed, Brady punched his arm. Which just made Chris laugh harder, waking up the shushing masses again.

Finally, Chris got hold of himself. “Oh give ‘em a break.” He tossed ash blond curls from his brow only to have them fall right back into place. The look he gave Brady was frightenly seductive. “You know you want to.”

“What!”

The ‘shhh’s were accompanied by a chorus of cursing. The fact that now Chris, Tina and Zen were laughing just made it worse.

Feeling exposed, Brady snatched up his open history book and shoved it into his backpack as he stood.

“Hey, Brady, wait…”

Chris tried to snag his arm but he shook off the hold. With his pack still open and threatening to spill notepaper, Brady headed for the glass door that led outside.

“Brady, we’re sorry” and “Brady, come back” followed him out from the girls, along with a host of hostile grumbling from other students, but he only heard one set of feet behind him once he was out the door.

Chris. Had to be Chris. Both of the girls had jewelry that jangled, not to mention perfume that announced their presence. Chris has an scent but it wasn’t anything like the girls, wasn’t anything like… well, anything. It was just Chris and Brady knew his presence even if he wasn’t close enough yet to smell.

Angrily, he zipped his pack closed, heedless of crushed papers, as he stormed across the quad aware that Chris was following. He didn’t try to lose him. They were going to talk about this. He just needed to calm down a little. Chris knew that. Chris always knew how he felt. That was the only explanation for how he’d gotten Brady to… No, don’t think about that. Although, thinking about that seemed to be the majority of what he did these days.

Under the dense shade of one of the oak trees that dotted the lawn in front of Marken Hall, Brady stopped, rounded and waited. Chris took his time strolling up to him. When he stopped, he tossed that hair again and, with a tiny little grin, waited.

“What the fuck, Chris?”

His friend had the grace to look guilty. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? What the fuck?”

That little smile came back. “I didn’t put them up to it. Honest.”

“Then how the hell did they…?” He stopped. He couldn’t speak it. Speaking it made it real.

“What? ‘Know’? They didn’t.” Chris scoffed, shaking his head. “They don’t know anything.”

“Then what the…?” He heard him repeating himself and it annoyed him. “Why’d they ask… that?”

“Maybe they think we’re hot?”

“Be serious.”

“I am serious. I know you’re hot.”

So are you. He scowled both at his thoughts and at his friend’s attitude. “Quit it.”

Chris sighed. This time he reached up to drag fingers through his curls, unaware how that made Brady’s own fingers tingle. He knew how soft those ash blond locks were. He knew what it was like to tangle his fist in them and… “I’m sorry, okay? What do you want me to do?”

For a second, Brady was lost, unsure what Chris was apologizing for. Then he remembered and heaved his own sigh. “I just don’t get why they’d ask that.”

Chris’s soft, generous lips twisted a little before he turned away. “Maybe they think we make a cute couple.”

“‘A cute couple’?” He stepped closer and lowered his voice even though no one was remotely close enough to overhear. “We’re not a couple.”

“Yeah.” Chris pointedly looked down at the nearly non-existent space between them. “But some people think different.”

Surprised, Brady stumbled back a step. “Who?”

Chris rolled his eyes then closed them. After a second, he shook his head and started to walk away. “Nevermind.”

“What?” Brady trotted to catch up. “What do you mean ‘nevermind’?”

“I mean forget it. Do you want me to talk to the girls and set them straight?” He put undue emphasis on the last word.

“Yeah I want you to put them straight. You need to tell them we’re not a couple.”

“Why me?” Chris kept on walking, eyes forward. “You can tell them.”

“They won’t believe me.”

Chris stopped and gave him a look. “Why wouldn’t they believe you?”

Good question. Why had he said that? Oh. Right. “Well, because.”

Chris’s raised eyebrow prompted him.

He heaved a helpless sigh. “Because you’re the one who’s gay.”

The other eyebrow went up and a light in Chris’s eyes went out. “Ah.” Chris nodded once then walked away from him.

“Shit.” He ran after his friend. “Chris.”

“I’ll talk to them.” Chris’s voice was scary cold.

“Chris, I’m sorry.”

“No problem.”

“You’re pissed.”

“You bet I am.”

“Look…”

As he searched for words, Chris stopped and rounded hom him. “What?”

Shit, he didn’t know what to say. He just knew that he didn’t want Chris mad at him. The very idea hurt something awful. “I’m sorry.”

“About what?”

He blinked. “What?”

“What, exactly, are you sorry about?”

Summer sun beat down on his head but he didn’t dare dig in his pack for his sunglasses, although he could have really used the shield right now. “Huh?”

Chris rolled his eyes again and turned to walk away. “Forget it.”

Brady wanted to go after him but since he couldn’t think up a damn thing to say that made any sense, he let Chris go.

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Brady should be studying. He had a test tomorrow. He sat at his desk with his books open but it just wasn’t happening. He couldn’t get Chris off his mind.

At dinnertime, he gave up. Leaving his books, he mumbled goodbye to his roommate then headed for the elevator. Wondering if it was a good idea, he hit the button for the second floor instead of the first. When he got out, he went straight to Chris’s door and knocked.

“Enter!”

When he opened the door, Chris turned from where he sat at his desk. He still wore the shorts he’d had on before and a worn school t-shirt, but now he was barefoot. His smile was bright and welcoming until he saw who it was, then it was like the smile was a mask with no shine behind it.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I was gonna go get some dinner. Wanna join me?”

“No.”

“Oh.” He hesitated, then took two steps inside so he could close the door. Chris had gotten lucky this year and scored a single. The room wasn’t much, but at least it was all his. Brady put his hands in his pockets and stared at Chris’s shoulder because he couldn’t meet his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I… Jesus, I don’t know. I just don’t want you to be pissed at me.”

“I’m not pissed.”

At Chris’s too calm tone, Brady finally met his gaze. “You’re not?”

“No.”

“Then why won’t you come to dinner with me?”

“Maybe I’m not hungry?”

“Oh.”

Chris waited.

Brady shifted on his feet. “But we’re good?”

There was a pause, then Chris sighed. “Yeah. Fine. We’re good.”

He frowned. “That doesn’t sound like we’re good.”

Chris waved a hand in the air. “We’re fine. Brady. All’s good.”

“I don’t get it. Something’s wrong.”

Chris’s eyes went wide, then he barked a bitter laugh. He brushed a hand across his eyes then stared at Brady for a moment before he got to his feet. “Yeah. Something’s wrong.”

Brady eyed him warily but stood his ground. “What?”

The room was small enough that just standing brought Chris close to Brady’s side. It was easy for him to reach up to hook a hand around Brady’s neck. “This.”

They were kissing. Brady had seen it coming and let it happen. Just like he’d let it happen a week ago in this same room. That same part of him that had wanted it then wanted it now. He had to fight that part not to reach up and tangle his hand in Chris’s curls this time. The kiss was soft and nearly chaste except for a small parting of lips that allowed them to share breath.

Chris parted from him, then briefly brushed his lips again before dropping his hand and stepping back. Blue eyes were darkened to dusky in the room’s dim lighting. “I want to do that all the time,” Chris admitted. “I want the right to do that all the time.”

Brady swallowed, dropping his gaze. He stepped back, bringing his back up against the door. “I-I’m not gay.”

Chris sighed. “You mentioned that.”

“I’m not. I like girls. I’ve always dated girls.”

“Yeah, well, I think you like me too.”

It’d be stupid to deny it so he didn’t.

Still silent, Chris sat on the bed. Drawn, Brady left the door and went to sit next to him. They’d been here a bunch of times before. They’d been friends for two years. Brady had known Chris was gay from the start and really didn’t care. At first it’d been novel to have a gay friend and until recently it had never been an issue between them. Chris had even been friends with the one girl Brady had dated for a few months last semester. But lately things had changed. Brady was pretty sure it happened when Chris had dated that guy for awhile. For the first time, Brady had seen him in a romance and it had gotten to him. When he’d seen them kiss, something sparked that felt way too much like envy. Brady had fought it and he was pretty sure Chris had never noticed, but he was far too relieved when Chris had broken off the brief romance and gone back to being just Chris. It was better this way. The two of them were close and they had a group of five other friends that they mainly hung out with. It was a good way to be.

Then last week happened. Brady still didn’t know who leaned into who but he and Chris had kissed. Brady had liked it. A lot. Too much. Just like he’d liked the kiss they just shared. Too much.

“I don’t know what to think,” he admitted.

“Me either.”

“I’ve never been attracted to a guy.”

“I figured.”

They were quiet for awhile. This was part of the trouble. Despite the tension between them, Brady felt ridiculously comfortable with Chris. He liked being around Chris. He’d thought himself so cool because he had a good gay friend. Now…

He looked at Chris. Chris just looked back at him.

“Help.”

Chris relented with a tiny smile. He was a year older than Brady and his floor’s RA so it wasn’t strange to look to him for guidance. Brady knew he was super smart already. Chris reached out to stroke the back of one finger along Brady’s jaw. “I think you’ve guessed that I kind of like you?”

Brady shrugged but also nodded.

The finger tapped his bottom lip. “Do you feel anything for me?”

Brady fought embarrassment but his eyes dropped anyway. “I, uh guess. Yeah?”

“What about the kiss? Did you like it?”

He could deny it. He could downplay it. He didn’t. He forced his eyes up for the answer. “Yes.”

Now it was Chris’s thumb stroking his lip and Chris was watching it with a heat that made Brady a little dizzy. “Want to do it again?”

This time there was no hesitation. “Yes.”

But Chris didn’t lean in for it. He just kept stroking and watching. “You want to do anything more?”

“More?”

“More.”

“Oh.”

He licked his lip, unaware he was doing it until his tongue bumped Chris’s tongue. The heat in Chris’s gaze ratcheted up and he bit his own lip.

“Um. I don’t know.”

When Chris drew his hand back with a defeated sigh, Brady caught it. “Wait. I’m not playing dumb. I honestly don’t know. I never even thought about it before. Before you.”

Chris nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay. Fair enough.” He pulled up his knee so he could twist around to face Brady. “But what do you think? Now.”

Brady swallowed and made himself look at Chris. Really look. He tried to put aside every doubt about the whole idea of this gay thing and think about what he was actually feeling. It took him a few minutes but Chris didn’t look like he was impatient. He just waited.

“I think you’re hot,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Tough to admit that a guy was attractive when he’d only ever considered girls before. But Chris was… just plain hot. The curls, the eyes, the damn cut of his cheeks and eyebrows. ‘Dashing’ came to mind. ‘Charming’ definitely. And those lips, soft and pink. Yeah, he could get used to those lips. “I liked kissing you. I could do that some more.”

Chris smiled and kept waiting.

All right. Brady let his gaze travel down Chris’s neck to his shoulders. Chris wasn’t overly muscular, but he was in shape and those shoulders were definitely male. No boobs but… He’d seen Chris shirtless occasionally and he had a nice chest that could be worth exploring. He definitely had nice skin. Smooth. Brady’s gaze dropped down to the deal breaker. He’d never seen Chris naked, never had an occasion to shower with him or anything, but he’d seen him in briefs. Did Brady want that? Did he want to see, to hold, to… do things with Chris’s cock.

The answer that dawned on him was something of a surprise. Putting aside all his fears of being gay wasn’t easy, but if he forced himself to be really honest with himself… yeah, he kind of wanted to see what that was all about. The thought of Chris doing things to him had even more of a positive vibe. Weird.

“I think, um…” Experimentally, he let his hand drift over Chris’s bare knee. “I think there could be more.”

Chris considered him for another moment. What else was he supposed to say?

“You slept with Krista, right?”

The question was out of left field, asked so calmly, that it took Brady aback. “Yeah.”

“Was it fun?”

“It was all right.”

“All right? Not mind blowing?”

Brady shrugged. “You know how she turned out.” To say that their breakup was mild was a lie. She’d messed with his head, torn him apart and left him out to rot. Chris had been a large part of picking up the pieces. It had brought them closer together.

Chris reached up to caress his jaw again. “It’s different. Being with a guy.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve been with a girl.”

His jaw dropped. “Okay, what?”

“Once. Good friend of mine. We were seeing if we could make me straight.”

Brady saw the sad amusement in his eyes and wanted nothing more than to chase it away. “Didn’t go well?”

“To say the least. We’re no longer good friends.”

He squeezed Chris’s knee. “I’m sorry.”

Chris’s hand slid around to the back of his neck again, massaging as he nudged Brady closer. “What’s say we try kissing for a while?”

Brady smiled and went where Chris led him. “Okay.”

Kissing Chris was a habit Brady could see developing real easy. This time he leaned in and met parted lips with parted lips. This time there was some interesting tongue action. Real soon, the side by side sitting stopped working for him and he had to turn around but there were a lot of knees and arms in the way. Trying not to lose lip contact, he twisted and climbed until he’d managed to get Chris on his back, stretched out on the dorm bed.

With hands on either side of Brady’s jaw, Chris held him away for a moment with a breathless laugh. “Wow.”

A little surprised at himself, Brady glanced down the length of their bodies, now perfectly aligned for some serious making out. He grinned at Chris. “Okay?”

Chris wrapped his arms around Brady’s neck to pull him down. “More’n okay.”

Oh yeah, this was better. Now he could feel all of Chris pressed against him and he really liked it. All doubts and misgivings were shoved aside in favor of sliding his hands up and down Chris’s sides, rucking his t-shirt up so he could feel smooth, bare skin. Chris gave as good as he got, nipping at Brady’s lips or sucking on his tongue while hands threaded through Brady’s hair or gripped at his back.

“Okay, okay.” It was Chris who broke them up, tilting his face away so he could talk. Brady ducked in to suck at his neck, which made Chris groan out his next words. “Don’t you have a test tomorrow?”

Brady stopped. He opened his eyes but it was dark in the crook of Chris’s neck. He could almost hear the rapid thud of Chris’s pulse. Or was this his pulse? Test? Reality? What was that?

Gently, Chris pushed at his chest to get him to roll to his side, rolling with him so they were facing each other. Chris grinned at him, lips wet and swollen, sharp cheekbones flushed. “History test?”

Brady collapsed with a sigh. With his blood singing through his veins, the last thing he wanted to think about was school. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.”

They stared at each other, but it was different from before. This time Chris’s thigh was tucked in between Brady’s, pressing up against the hard-on he couldn’t ignore.

“Tell you what.” Chris leaned in for a brief touch of lips but pulled back before Brady could make the touch into a proper kiss. “You go up and study.” Brady groaned but Chris ignored him. “And I’ll meet you here after your test tomorrow.”

“My class is at eleven.”

“I know. My only class tomorrow is at nine.”

Which meant they both had their afternoon and evening free. That was promising.

Except, right now… Brady tried to pull Chris in for another kiss but he backed away.

“No.” Chris sat up, disentangling his legs. “You’ve gotta go.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not going to be blamed later for you flunking history.”

Groaning, Brady dragged himself up to sit. “I’m not going to flunk ‘cos of one test.”

Chris left the bed and went to sit at his desk. Brady was gratified to see his cock tenting the front of his shorts. At least he was turned on too. “I think you should think about it.”

The tension in Chris’s voice distracted Brady from the ache in his groin. “The test?”

“Not the test.”

“Oh.” He meant this between them. Yeah, he probably should think. Slowly, he stood. “Okay.”

Chris stood too, eyeing him closely.

Brady nodded to show that he understood. “Okay.”

Chris mirrored the nod as he stepped into Brady’s side. “Okay.”

Their good night kiss was brief only because Chris pushed Brady toward the door.

“No hard feelings if you decide… not,” Chris told him, hand on the doorknob.

He wasn’t going to decide not, but he got what Chris was saying. He reached up to stroke the line of Chris’s jaw. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

He left the room.

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