The Queer Principles of Kit Webb

by Cat Sebastian

Percy sighed, and took a step back, then another. Kit pressed forward again, then dropped his sword, deciding that he didn’t much care for the idea of a sharpened blade too close to Percy. It landed on the floor with a clatter. “Now I’m going to have to sharpen it,” complained Percy as his back met the wall. Kit took hold of the wrist of Percy’s sword hand and turned it, pressing the blunt edge of the practice sword against Percy’s neck. “You just wanted me to shove you up against the wall,” he growled. “You shouldn’t let me win.” “Can’t blame a man for trying,” said Percy, sounding abominably pleased with himself. He was short of breath, and Kit knew it wasn’t from exertion. “I wonder what I’ll do with you,” Kit said, casting Percy’s sword to the floor and crowding against Percy. Only when their chests were pressed against one another did Kit bring a hand up to Percy’s jaw, angling his mouth for a kiss. He took his time about it, sliding a leg in between Percy’s, then tucking a hair behind Percy’s ear, before finally closing the gap and kissing him. Percy was soft and pliant, the way he rarely was. He opened his mouth against Kit’s as if he had been waiting for that kiss all day or even longer. Kit couldn’t have said how long they stayed like that, sharing kisses that were long and slow and only a little heated. “When do you have to go?” Kit finally asked. “I don’t, actually,” Percy said, sounding the slightest bit shy about it. “I told my valet not to wait up.” “Stay,” K...