that.” Tripp rested his forehead on Ben’s shoulder. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in an anguished whisper. “I try, but you’re always there in the back of my mind. The way you smell, the way you move, those skinny little ties you wear, that face you make when you think no one’s looking and you’re so over whatever stupid shit is happening. I imagine what your skin feels like, how it will taste.”
He raised his head, and Ben turned slightly and watched as Tripp touched just the tip of his tongue to Ben’s shoulder and glided it along the tendon that ran up to his neck. Ben drew a shuddering breath, the feel and sight of Tripp tasting him nearly overwhelming his common sense.
“I can’t,” Ben said in a strangled voice. It was so hard to deny him when he said something like that. How was any guy supposed to resist that?
“Why?” Tripp asked, desperation filling that one word. “Don’t you want me, Ben?”
“Yes,” he confessed. “But wanting you doesn’t mean I have to give in to it. I’m not going to let myself do something so stupid as fall for a straight guy.”
God, he wanted Tripp so much he might go crazy from it. He was crazy for even thinking it.
“The way I’m wanting you, I’m most definitely not straight,” Tripp said with a choked laugh. “There’s no thinking straight with you sitting there in those little shorts, looking so damn hot I just want to crawl on top of you and eat you right up.”
“Really?” Ben asked. He turned and faced Tripp. Tripp looked so good, so handsome and earnest and so fucking hot that Ben had to steel his spine and confront reality. “And how would you do that, Tripp? What do you really see happening between us? Do you have any idea? Are you really prepared to have sex with a man?”
Ten
T ripp’s heart was beating so fast he was breathless. Did Ben’s question mean he was thinking about saying yes? He’d admitted he wanted Tripp as bad as Tripp wanted him, which was more than Tripp had hoped for.
“Yeah,” he said. “I know what it means. And I want it. I want you.”
“You keep saying that.” Ben sounded frustrated. “But what do you want? What do you want to do to me? What do you want me to do to you? Do you want to suck my—”
Tripp covered his mouth with his hand. “Don’t,” he said, his heart heavy. “Don’t turn it into that.”
Ben pulled his hand away. “You can’t even hear me say the word?” he asked. “How are you going to do this, Tripp?”
“What, dick?” Tripp said, blowing out an exasperated breath. “Sure, I can hear you say it, and I can say it. I meant don’t turn this into a triple dog dare, or a grocery list. Why do we have to lay out what we are or aren’t going to do? Dammit, I just wanna kiss you and hold you and feel your skin on mine. Can’t we start there? Can’t we work up to the full monty? I don’t need to fuck tonight, Ben. I just wanna be with you.”
He could see confusion on Ben’s face. “But, why?” Ben asked. He seemed genuinely bewildered. “I mean, why me?”
“I don’t know,” Tripp said with a little shrug. “I can’t remember ever wanting someone this much. Or wanting to do those things, like just hold you, you know? Damn, your skin is so soft and hot and tastes so good, and the idea of laying myself out on you and feeling it against mine, head to toe, makes me so lightheaded I think I might pass out from the wanting.”
Ben had a glazed, sort of shell-shocked look on his face as he listened to Tripp. “You…what?”
“I’m saying I’m not chasing you just for dick,” Tripp said. “I can get dick anywhere, I reckon. I want you . I want Ben . You do this to me.”
“I call bullshit,” Ben said flatly. “I’ve never done that to anyone. Look at me.”
He paused until Tripp obliged him and looked. It made Tripp break out in a sweat, Ben looked so good.
“I’m ordinary , Tripp,” Ben said, as if he was speaking to an idiot.
He raised his head, and Ben turned slightly and watched as Tripp touched just the tip of his tongue to Ben’s shoulder and glided it along the tendon that ran up to his neck. Ben drew a shuddering breath, the feel and sight of Tripp tasting him nearly overwhelming his common sense.
“I can’t,” Ben said in a strangled voice. It was so hard to deny him when he said something like that. How was any guy supposed to resist that?
“Why?” Tripp asked, desperation filling that one word. “Don’t you want me, Ben?”
“Yes,” he confessed. “But wanting you doesn’t mean I have to give in to it. I’m not going to let myself do something so stupid as fall for a straight guy.”
God, he wanted Tripp so much he might go crazy from it. He was crazy for even thinking it.
“The way I’m wanting you, I’m most definitely not straight,” Tripp said with a choked laugh. “There’s no thinking straight with you sitting there in those little shorts, looking so damn hot I just want to crawl on top of you and eat you right up.”
“Really?” Ben asked. He turned and faced Tripp. Tripp looked so good, so handsome and earnest and so fucking hot that Ben had to steel his spine and confront reality. “And how would you do that, Tripp? What do you really see happening between us? Do you have any idea? Are you really prepared to have sex with a man?”
Ten
T ripp’s heart was beating so fast he was breathless. Did Ben’s question mean he was thinking about saying yes? He’d admitted he wanted Tripp as bad as Tripp wanted him, which was more than Tripp had hoped for.
“Yeah,” he said. “I know what it means. And I want it. I want you.”
“You keep saying that.” Ben sounded frustrated. “But what do you want? What do you want to do to me? What do you want me to do to you? Do you want to suck my—”
Tripp covered his mouth with his hand. “Don’t,” he said, his heart heavy. “Don’t turn it into that.”
Ben pulled his hand away. “You can’t even hear me say the word?” he asked. “How are you going to do this, Tripp?”
“What, dick?” Tripp said, blowing out an exasperated breath. “Sure, I can hear you say it, and I can say it. I meant don’t turn this into a triple dog dare, or a grocery list. Why do we have to lay out what we are or aren’t going to do? Dammit, I just wanna kiss you and hold you and feel your skin on mine. Can’t we start there? Can’t we work up to the full monty? I don’t need to fuck tonight, Ben. I just wanna be with you.”
He could see confusion on Ben’s face. “But, why?” Ben asked. He seemed genuinely bewildered. “I mean, why me?”
“I don’t know,” Tripp said with a little shrug. “I can’t remember ever wanting someone this much. Or wanting to do those things, like just hold you, you know? Damn, your skin is so soft and hot and tastes so good, and the idea of laying myself out on you and feeling it against mine, head to toe, makes me so lightheaded I think I might pass out from the wanting.”
Ben had a glazed, sort of shell-shocked look on his face as he listened to Tripp. “You…what?”
“I’m saying I’m not chasing you just for dick,” Tripp said. “I can get dick anywhere, I reckon. I want you . I want Ben . You do this to me.”
“I call bullshit,” Ben said flatly. “I’ve never done that to anyone. Look at me.”
He paused until Tripp obliged him and looked. It made Tripp break out in a sweat, Ben looked so good.
“I’m ordinary , Tripp,” Ben said, as if he was speaking to an idiot.
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