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It’s a damn pity that particular ass belongs to someone as grating as him. And as, ah, male as him too.
Beck is standing there like some homoerotic statue,
It’s only kissing. Everyone has kissed someone of the same sex. It’s, like, a thing. A rite of passage.” Everyone in the room blinks at him. “Put your hand up if you’ve never kissed another guy,” I say. Every single person raises their hand except for Cohen. I’m surprised to see Jacobs’s hand up. Meaning, either my suspicions about him and Grant were wrong or he’s lying right now. Cohen slowly turns in a circle. “Wait … really? How did you learn how to kiss if not with your best friend?” There are some snickers. “Your best friend is gay, man,” Rossi says. “No, he’s not.” But Cohen suddenly
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“I think we’re all a little gay after that. That was hot.” Rossi slaps Cohen’s shoulder. “Still only you, dude.”
It’s barely been a few months since I decided I’m totally and completely straight, and no way am I going to let a stupid kiss with an irritating asshole get in my head. Either head. My traitorous dick doesn’t agree. It’s still fucking hard.
What did that Katy Perry sing about again? I kissed a guy. And my dick really fucking liked it.
“You’re right. I liked it. Wanna know why?” My response clearly takes him by surprise because when I dip my mouth down next to his ear, he doesn’t pull away. “You were finally fucking quiet.”
“You’re not a potato.”
“I like when you scowl at me. It’s … kinda hot.” “And now you’re mocking me. Fuck you.” “Hmm, well, tempting, but you won’t even let me kiss you.” He grunts in frustration. “I hate you.” “Mm, talk dirty to me.”
“I liked kissing you, okay! It was hot, and it made me hard, and I swear I’ve jerked off so much to the thought of it, I was worried my dick would fall off. I wanted to see if it was a fluke.”
My newfound enjoyment of manhandling does have some limits. Rough sex, good. Murder, bad.
I’m only interested in one dick, and knowing it’s only twenty feet away, my cock is trying to reach out like a homing beacon. Don’t look over there. Don’t look over there.
“Dick hockey?” “Hmm, I’m thinking more like ass hockey.”
I need to up my gay game.
“I know what a prostate is. I just never realized it was a … a cum trigger.”
“You know, this is practically a date.” Jacobs sprays coffee all over the table, and I lean back in my seat victorious.
“Did you call your sister hot?”
Is Tophersexual an identity? Because I’d be down for that.
“Hey, bab—eww, wait no.” My eyes fly open. “Huh?” He starts to laugh with his dick still poking at my hole which pushes him in a tiny bit deeper, and I wince again. “I was about to call you baby until I remembered that’s your sister’s actual name, and gross.” “And there goes my boner. Thanks.”
Shake it off, Beckett. You have to beat Jacobs at something. He’s mastered BJs. Be the best damn bottom ever. Become one with bottoming. Be your carefree, fuck the consequences self and take dick like a champ.
“You’re not allowed to call me on my bullshit when you’re inside me. It’s like, the law.”
He’s so goddamn beautiful when he comes.
“My body doesn’t know what’s up. On one hand, my ass is clenching tighter than a bear trap, on the other, my dick is ready to make sacrifices.”
But I refuse to keep Beck a secret. It might have made sense early on when I’d been sure things were only physical, but now we’re actually together, now we’re both committed to this thing, I’m going to claim him. Beck is mine. And everyone is gonna know it.
“That, and … I love you.” He rolls beneath me without throwing me off so I’m straddling his waist. “You want to say that to my face?” “Need an ego stroke?” “No, I’m giving you a chance to say that shit properly.” My smile splits my face. “I. Love. You.”
I move to wrap my arms around him. “Admit it. You love me,” I murmur in his ear. He lowers his head and nods. “I love you too.”
“Mmhmm.” Jacobs pulls me close. “I know you need to go, but first I want to say, I like planning a future with you.” I groan. “You can’t say shit like that right before I leave. It makes me want to blow off my meeting and blow something else instead.”
“Did you ever get ahold of your best friend from back home? The non-gay one?” I smirk. He looks away. “He may or may not be happily engaged … to a dude.” I bark out a laugh. “God, I hate you guys.”
kiss. I love him so much it physically hurts sometimes, and together, we’re going to make this year our bitch.
