back. Not that way… Straight or gay, sometimes it"s just not in the cards. No harm, no foul.”
The ocean rushed beneath us. I looked out over the railing to the foamy water.
It wasn"t unexpected—this moment between JT and me. He was just another fish to let off the hook. Nothing a tincture of time and a lot of hard work wouldn"t cure. I could look forward to both those things.
He didn"t turn toward me, and for the first time I was afraid he didn"t want to hang around with a guy who liked him like that. Maybe he had a problem with the idea that I found him attractive. Maybe it made him nervous, or he had a little streak of homophobia that manifested when confronted with a man who wanted him.
“I"ll understand completely if it makes you uncomfortable,” I told him quickly.
“If it changes how you—”
“Jeez, you don"t get it at all, do you?” He turned unhappy eyes my way. “I don"t want you like that.”
“I get it.” I stepped back, a little stunned by his vehemence. “No shit. No problem.” I turned to walk back the way we had come, away from the pier, away from him, but he gripped my arm so hard his fingers bit into my skin.
“I don"t want you,” he growled, but then he hooked his other hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
It was a tentative kiss, but enticing and electric. One of those kisses that begins like a cream puff, all bland and maybe a little soggy, and then slowly, surely, when I broke into it, opened it up, and dived in, it changed into an un-fucking-believably satisfying, meltingly delicious, velvety, wet treat. He tasted rich and heady, felt all slick and smooth…
Oh fuck .
JT pushed me into the railing with his hips. I hung there, clinging to him, scared that I"d fall, sure that he"d let me go, but I was driven by a breathless excitement to see what would come next. I could hear the waves crashing below me as he stepped between my legs. There was nothing between me and a death drop into the icy-cold, churning water but thirty feet of air and the hold I had on his shoulders. He slid his hands down my back and around somehow, slipping over my hips, burning a path to my ass. He lingered there and squeezed, kneading the muscles until my knees went weak. His cock dug into mine, and he allowed them to rub together for the brief time it took for me to realize it wasn"t an accident, and then I felt his entire body shudder.
He whispered my name and then, “No. Stop .” I brought my hands up instinctively between us to break his hold on me and shoved him none too gently away. “What the hell ?” He stood rigid, simply staring at me for a minute. He lifted his wrist as though he needed to wipe his mouth, but then stopped himself. “I"m sorry.” 60
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I still had my hands up like he was a wild animal. I wasn"t about to make any sudden moves. “What the fuck was that?”
“I…” His eyes were wide, and the whites showed around the irises.
I started walking back the way we"d come. “Never mind. I know what that was.”
He came after me. “ I don"t know what that was.” As he fell into step beside me, his breath contributed to the mist. He panted as if he"d been running a long way. He held one of his hands flat on his chest, as if he was trying to keep his heart inside.
I stopped and asked, “Are you scared?” Because damn, he looked scared. He looked like he"d been in an accident. Dazed, sort of. I leaned toward him. “Maybe you should sit down.”
He held his hand up as if to ward me off. “I can"t believe I did that.”
“It was only a kiss.” I told the lie with as straight a face as I"ve ever shown to anyone.
He put his fingers on his lips. Like he could still feel the kiss there. I knew I still felt it on mine. I could feel it everywhere. He"d branded me. I doubted that the memory of that kiss would ever fade.
“It just… It felt…” He wrapped his arms around himself. I thought he meant to catch his breath. Maybe I"d
The ocean rushed beneath us. I looked out over the railing to the foamy water.
It wasn"t unexpected—this moment between JT and me. He was just another fish to let off the hook. Nothing a tincture of time and a lot of hard work wouldn"t cure. I could look forward to both those things.
He didn"t turn toward me, and for the first time I was afraid he didn"t want to hang around with a guy who liked him like that. Maybe he had a problem with the idea that I found him attractive. Maybe it made him nervous, or he had a little streak of homophobia that manifested when confronted with a man who wanted him.
“I"ll understand completely if it makes you uncomfortable,” I told him quickly.
“If it changes how you—”
“Jeez, you don"t get it at all, do you?” He turned unhappy eyes my way. “I don"t want you like that.”
“I get it.” I stepped back, a little stunned by his vehemence. “No shit. No problem.” I turned to walk back the way we had come, away from the pier, away from him, but he gripped my arm so hard his fingers bit into my skin.
“I don"t want you,” he growled, but then he hooked his other hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
It was a tentative kiss, but enticing and electric. One of those kisses that begins like a cream puff, all bland and maybe a little soggy, and then slowly, surely, when I broke into it, opened it up, and dived in, it changed into an un-fucking-believably satisfying, meltingly delicious, velvety, wet treat. He tasted rich and heady, felt all slick and smooth…
Oh fuck .
JT pushed me into the railing with his hips. I hung there, clinging to him, scared that I"d fall, sure that he"d let me go, but I was driven by a breathless excitement to see what would come next. I could hear the waves crashing below me as he stepped between my legs. There was nothing between me and a death drop into the icy-cold, churning water but thirty feet of air and the hold I had on his shoulders. He slid his hands down my back and around somehow, slipping over my hips, burning a path to my ass. He lingered there and squeezed, kneading the muscles until my knees went weak. His cock dug into mine, and he allowed them to rub together for the brief time it took for me to realize it wasn"t an accident, and then I felt his entire body shudder.
He whispered my name and then, “No. Stop .” I brought my hands up instinctively between us to break his hold on me and shoved him none too gently away. “What the hell ?” He stood rigid, simply staring at me for a minute. He lifted his wrist as though he needed to wipe his mouth, but then stopped himself. “I"m sorry.” 60
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I still had my hands up like he was a wild animal. I wasn"t about to make any sudden moves. “What the fuck was that?”
“I…” His eyes were wide, and the whites showed around the irises.
I started walking back the way we"d come. “Never mind. I know what that was.”
He came after me. “ I don"t know what that was.” As he fell into step beside me, his breath contributed to the mist. He panted as if he"d been running a long way. He held one of his hands flat on his chest, as if he was trying to keep his heart inside.
I stopped and asked, “Are you scared?” Because damn, he looked scared. He looked like he"d been in an accident. Dazed, sort of. I leaned toward him. “Maybe you should sit down.”
He held his hand up as if to ward me off. “I can"t believe I did that.”
“It was only a kiss.” I told the lie with as straight a face as I"ve ever shown to anyone.
He put his fingers on his lips. Like he could still feel the kiss there. I knew I still felt it on mine. I could feel it everywhere. He"d branded me. I doubted that the memory of that kiss would ever fade.
“It just… It felt…” He wrapped his arms around himself. I thought he meant to catch his breath. Maybe I"d
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