“If you passed me on a busy street, you wouldn’t even see me. Witnesses couldn’t describe one distinguishing characteristic about me. I’m not unattractive, but I’m not great-looking either. I straddle the line in the middle of average.
Tripp couldn’t help it—he started laughing. “Ordinary? Are you kidding?” he asked.
“But you…” He ran his gaze up and down Tripp and blew out a breath, blinking. “You are fucking hot,” he said. “There, I admit it. You are gorgeous. The kind of good-looking that makes people stop and do a double take. You could have anyone, man or woman, someone who equals you in looks. And let’s not even get into the charisma and genuine overall great guy thing you’ve got going on.”
Tripp held up his hand, and it was shaking. “That’s how bad I want to touch you.” He looked Ben straight in the eyes. “From the first time I met you, before I knew that I’d have these feelings for you, I thought how good-looking you were. I love how square your jaw is. You’ve got these sort of troublemaking eyes, always laughing, and then wham, that jaw hits you, you know? Unexpected. And did you know that when the sun hits your hair, it looks like copper? I had to look twice at Connor’s that day. One minute it was brown and the next it was shining like a new penny.”
“No,” Ben whispered. “I didn’t know that.”
“Just let me love on you a little, Ben,” Tripp begged in a whisper. “Let me kiss you and feel you against me.”
“Okay,” Ben said, shaking his head.
“Which one is it?” Tripp asked, not willing to mess it up when he was so close. “Yes or no?”
Ben reached out, slowly closed his fist in the front of Tripp’s T-shirt, and pulled him closer, until their mouths were just an inch apart. “Yes.”
Then he closed that last tiny distance between them and pressed his lips to Tripp’s, and there was no mistaking the sincerity of his answer.
Tripp tried not to let his nerves ruin this kiss like they had the last. He held back, softly rubbing his lips against Ben’s, savoring everything about the contact, just in case this was the only way Ben would let Tripp touch him tonight. Ben’s lips softened under his, and they were smooth and slick. Kissing him was just like kissing a woman, only better, because it was Ben. Underneath every touch and taste was the knowledge that Ben was a guy, which excited Tripp more than he’d ever thought it would.
Ben caught Tripp’s upper lip between his and sucked on it, a barely-there pressure that shot straight down to Tripp’s toes and back up to lodge in his dick. It was the hottest lightning bolt of lust he’d ever felt, and without thinking too hard about it he gripped Ben’s shoulders and pulled him closer, opening his mouth and teasing Ben’s lips with the tip of his tongue. He could feel the beard scruff around Ben’s mouth scratching his lips and chin. Tripp moaned, and Ben laughed softly into his mouth.
That pushed him over, the taste of that laugh, and he wrapped his arms around Ben, one hand in Ben’s hair. Tripp pressed Ben’s mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. In that moment his world rocked, and he knew he’d made the right decision to pursue Ben, knew that he’d been right about everything. Because Ben tasted like everything Tripp had ever wanted, even if he hadn’t know it until right then.
When Ben moaned into his mouth, Tripp wanted to holler in victory. He kicked off his shoes and maneuvered so he was kneeling on the couch still holding Ben, who was sitting. Then he pushed Ben down onto his back. He may have been a little rough, but he blamed it on desperation.
Ben had his arms wrapped around Tripp tight and his kiss was just as hard as Tripp’s. The blunt ends of his fingers were pressed into Tripp’s back, and Tripp hoped he’d have bruises tomorrow. He ran the flat of his tongue over the flat of Ben’s, a wet tasting that had them both panting, and then he lay down on
Tripp couldn’t help it—he started laughing. “Ordinary? Are you kidding?” he asked.
“But you…” He ran his gaze up and down Tripp and blew out a breath, blinking. “You are fucking hot,” he said. “There, I admit it. You are gorgeous. The kind of good-looking that makes people stop and do a double take. You could have anyone, man or woman, someone who equals you in looks. And let’s not even get into the charisma and genuine overall great guy thing you’ve got going on.”
Tripp held up his hand, and it was shaking. “That’s how bad I want to touch you.” He looked Ben straight in the eyes. “From the first time I met you, before I knew that I’d have these feelings for you, I thought how good-looking you were. I love how square your jaw is. You’ve got these sort of troublemaking eyes, always laughing, and then wham, that jaw hits you, you know? Unexpected. And did you know that when the sun hits your hair, it looks like copper? I had to look twice at Connor’s that day. One minute it was brown and the next it was shining like a new penny.”
“No,” Ben whispered. “I didn’t know that.”
“Just let me love on you a little, Ben,” Tripp begged in a whisper. “Let me kiss you and feel you against me.”
“Okay,” Ben said, shaking his head.
“Which one is it?” Tripp asked, not willing to mess it up when he was so close. “Yes or no?”
Ben reached out, slowly closed his fist in the front of Tripp’s T-shirt, and pulled him closer, until their mouths were just an inch apart. “Yes.”
Then he closed that last tiny distance between them and pressed his lips to Tripp’s, and there was no mistaking the sincerity of his answer.
Tripp tried not to let his nerves ruin this kiss like they had the last. He held back, softly rubbing his lips against Ben’s, savoring everything about the contact, just in case this was the only way Ben would let Tripp touch him tonight. Ben’s lips softened under his, and they were smooth and slick. Kissing him was just like kissing a woman, only better, because it was Ben. Underneath every touch and taste was the knowledge that Ben was a guy, which excited Tripp more than he’d ever thought it would.
Ben caught Tripp’s upper lip between his and sucked on it, a barely-there pressure that shot straight down to Tripp’s toes and back up to lodge in his dick. It was the hottest lightning bolt of lust he’d ever felt, and without thinking too hard about it he gripped Ben’s shoulders and pulled him closer, opening his mouth and teasing Ben’s lips with the tip of his tongue. He could feel the beard scruff around Ben’s mouth scratching his lips and chin. Tripp moaned, and Ben laughed softly into his mouth.
That pushed him over, the taste of that laugh, and he wrapped his arms around Ben, one hand in Ben’s hair. Tripp pressed Ben’s mouth open and slipped his tongue inside. In that moment his world rocked, and he knew he’d made the right decision to pursue Ben, knew that he’d been right about everything. Because Ben tasted like everything Tripp had ever wanted, even if he hadn’t know it until right then.
When Ben moaned into his mouth, Tripp wanted to holler in victory. He kicked off his shoes and maneuvered so he was kneeling on the couch still holding Ben, who was sitting. Then he pushed Ben down onto his back. He may have been a little rough, but he blamed it on desperation.
Ben had his arms wrapped around Tripp tight and his kiss was just as hard as Tripp’s. The blunt ends of his fingers were pressed into Tripp’s back, and Tripp hoped he’d have bruises tomorrow. He ran the flat of his tongue over the flat of Ben’s, a wet tasting that had them both panting, and then he lay down on
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