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Chapter 1
The smack echoed in the large, silent working area of the library. Several heads turned, but Wes couldn’t be bothered by that. He stood, gathering up his books and journals, shoving them into his backpack as quickly as he could.
He’d just slapped the university’s football star in the middle of the library!
He didn’t know what took over him. One minute, he’d been trying to have a civilized conversation with a jock who clearly didn’t want to do an ounce of work. The next, Wes saw his hand moving in slow motion, on a collision course to Brad’s stupid, smug face.
The sting of his hand had woken him up to what exactly he’d done. He’d probably look back on the memory of Brad’s stunned face with glee at some point, but right now, he needed to get the fuck out of the library before Brad beat his ass into next week.
It wasn’t all his fault, Wes rationalized, stuffing more papers into his backpack. He’d sort out the mess later.
No, this was all the professor’s fault.
Wes hated group projects. Mostly because he was the guy who would do most of the work because he valued his grade point average more than anybody else seemed to. And others profited off it. But not this time. No. He wasn’t going to just sit there and listen to some idiot jock who only cared about the size of his… football.
Wes had every intention of emailing his professor… as soon as he was back in his bedroom, safe and sound.
For now, he needed to get out of there.
Without a word, Wes zipped up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He hightailed it toward the nearest exit, terrified that Brad would come racing after him and tackle him like a linebacker.
Or whatever position got tackled a lot.
The scrape of a chair was the only warning Wes got before a pair of meaty hands grabbed his shoulders and practically threw him between the stacks of reference books.
He hoped someone saw the manhandling and contacted the authorities.
“What the fuck?” Brad’s snarl made Wes shiver in fear right before his back met the hard metal shelving with a soft thud.
“Um, sorry?” Wes tried, then winced.
The asshole deserved it.
“Sorry? What the hell?” Brad gripped Wes’ arms tight enough to leave bruises.
The pain seemed to wake Wes up from his terror, reminding him that he was a grown ass adult, and he wasn’t going to be taking shit from anybody.
“Actually, no. I’m not sorry. You’re a dick and you deserved it. Now let me go!” Wes struggled, which only seemed to make Brad’s grip tighter.
“I’m the dick? I’m not the one slapping people,” Brad countered.
“No, but you’re the one expecting me to do your work for you, and I won’t.”
“I didn’t say that,” Brad started.
“Bullshit,” Wes snapped. “You may not have said it exactly, but you are already sloughing off more than half of the workload on to me because of your stupid practice schedule. Newsflash, frat parties and keg stands aren’t a part of your practice time.”
Brad blinked, and Wes took a moment to enjoy the fact that he’d said exactly what he’d wanted to say.
The jock needed to get a fucking clue.
“If you expect me to maintain your GPA for you so you can keep your stupid scholarship, you’ve got another thing coming,” Wes added.
“Listen, you arguably care more about our grade than I do…”
“Nope,” Wes lied through his teeth.
“…what?” Brad blinked. “You don’t?”
“Not even a little bit. Not if it means you get to intimidate me into doing most of the work. Don’t think I can’t go to the professor about this shit. Didn’t you even read the syllabus?”
“Duh,” Brad said, though it was obvious he hadn’t. “You’re going to talk to the professor?”
“Duh,” Wes mocked. He shrugged his shoulders. “Let. Me. Go.”
Brad stepped closer. “No.”
Wes swallowed. Hard.
No, no, no, this was not the time.
No way was he going to get a fucking hard on for Mr. Asshole right now.
But even Wes couldn’t deny how good looking Brad was.
All blond hair, blue eyes, muscles, the guy looked like a mix between the cute boy next door and a fucking chippendale dancer with the shoulder-waist ratio of a Dorito. And he smelled like a perfect blend of body wash and manly musk, which went straight to Wes’ cock.
In short, the guy was hot as fuck. And Wes wanted to climb him like a tree.
But he was also a dick, and Wes didn’t sleep with dicks.
Well, he did, but not asshole dicks.
Wes tilted his head, trying to show he was not intimidated by the size of Brad’s pecs. Or that he wanted to lick them.
“Is it because I’m gay?” he asked. “Or because I’m smart?”
“What?” Brad did a double take, looking genuinely confused.
“It’s cuz I’m gay, isn’t it? You know, I’m sure the professor wouldn’t take too kindly to you being a homophobe.”
“I’m not a homophobe,” Brad said with a frown. And I almost believed him.
“Then why are you holding me up against the stacks like you’re about to pummel me?” Wes asked.
Brad’s grip loosened, but not enough for Wes to shake himself free.
“You’re the one who hit me first,” Brad said, straightening his shoulders. Like hitting a person in response to being hit was the fair and right thing to do.
“Excuse me,” Wes said, “but you deserved it. For being an asshole.”
“Excuse me,” Brad mocked, “but I don’t think what I was suggesting was all that unreasonable.”
“Oh? How do you figure? Do you know my schedule? Do you know that I’m taking twenty-two units this semester? Do you know that I have other extracurricular activities, too? You’re not the only one who’s busy, you know. You may be the star on this campus, but that doesn’t give you the right to push all your problems off onto me.”
Brad’s jaw dropped open. “Twenty-two units? Jesus.”
Wes nodded. “Yeah. What are you taking? Twelve? The minimum to be considered a full-time student for football?”
Brad didn’t answer, but Wes noticed a muscle in his jaw tick.
“Thought so. Now, would you please unhand me?” Wes asked again.
Instead of being let go, like Wes had hoped, Brad stepped closer, his leg sliding in between Wes’.
Shit!
Wes tried to think of anything, his grandma naked, his parents screwing, anything to will his erection away before Brad got any funny ideas about what exactly was going on here.
“I’m not a homophobe,” Brad whispered. “I didn’t even know you were gay.”
Wes couldn’t help but burst out laughing at that.
“Honey, you’ve got to be blind not to notice,” Wes said, trying and failing to hold up his painted fingernails.
“I don’t buy into stereotypes,” Brad said, looking Wes up and down. “Unlike some.”
“Oooh, that was a good one,” Wes taunted. “Okay then, I’ll do your work for you. You’ve sure taught me a lesson.”
“Really?” Brad blinked, looking leery.
“No, dumbass.” Wes glared. “Let me go before I decide I will tell the professor about this and ask to do the project on my own. Since that’s what you expect me to do anyway.”
Brad pressed their bodies together, and Wes shut his eyes as his cock pressed up hard against…
Another hard cock.
What the fuck?
Wes’ eyes shot open and locked with Brad’s, who looked just as surprised as Wes felt.
“Is this the part where you harass me?” Wes asked, though his voice came out soft, timid. And a little bit husky.
“Shut up,” Brad said.
Then their lips met.
Wes wasn’t sure if Brad had been the one to move or if both of them had, but Brad definitely moved.
Their lips slid together, tentative, slow. And Wes shivered for an entirely different reason.
He could feel the heat of Brad’s body through their clothes. Brad’s hands had relaxed, lightly stroking Wes’ arms. Wes, never one to pass up an opportunity to kiss a cute guy, even if he was an asshole, let his head fall back and gave a soft moan.
Parting his lips, Wes tentatively stroked Brad’s bottom lip, coaxing it open and slipping his tongue inside.
Brad tasted good, like coffee and mint. And Wes wanted to go exploring for more.
Not to mention, he wanted to know how the rest of Brad tasted.
With a groan, Brad thrust his hips forward into Wes’, pressing him even further up against the books. Wes trembled and wondered what Brad would do if he swung his legs up and held on for dear life.
Wes felt the hot rod of Brad’s cock like a brand against his hip, knowing without having ever seen it that it would be the biggest thing he’d ever held in his mouth.
And suddenly, that was all he wanted in life.
But in the next moment, Brad ripped himself away, and Wes reached out and steady himself against that monstrous chest.
“No. Stop.” Brad smacked Wes’ hands away and that somehow stung more than anything else that morning.
“With fucking pleasure,” Wes snarled. Then he snatched his bag from where it had fallen on the ground and marched out of the library.
The entire way back to the house he shared with four of his friends, Wes replayed the entire conversation.
They had agreed after being assigned partners in class that they would meet that Saturday morning to discuss the assignment and respective duties.
But when Brad had started demanding Wes take on not only the majority of the research, but also the writing, Wes had started to see red.
Yeah, he maybe shouldn’t have slapped the campus football star. And Lord knew who had seen it and what people would start saying about him.
Wes didn’t give a shit about that right now.
What he did give a shit about was that said star football player had not only given him a very inconvenient erection, but had kissed the ever loving shit out of him.
And Wes wanted more.
Chapter 2
Brad slammed into the frat house and thundered up the stairs.
What the hell was that all about?
Not the fact that Wes had clearly been pissed about Brad’s proposition with their group project. That he understood.
Because yeah, Brad definitely had been trying to take advantage of Wes’ nerd skills and get him to do most of the work.
He never said he wasn’t an asshole sometimes.
But what he hadn’t anticipated was Wes slapping the shit out of him, and then his own reaction of hauling Wes in between the bookshelves and practically assaulting the guy.
That wasn’t very cool.
But what was more than that was the fact that Brad hadn’t even realized how attracted he actually was to Wes until they had locked lips.
Turns out, he finds nerds attractive. Or at least Wes.
He hadn’t expected Wes, the calm, quiet one in class, to be such a spitfire when provoked. And Brad found it hot as hell.
Once he’d realized what he was doing, kissing a guy in the middle of the library , Brad had freaked out. Thank God Wes had taken off faster than Brad could process what exactly had happened.
But anybody could have seen them.
It’s true that Brad wasn’t a homophobe. People could love whomever they wanted to love. It wasn’t his business.
But the problem came when people thought it was their business who he loved.
He’d been straight as long as he could remember. So he never had anything to worry about. But homophobic slurs were a common occurance in the locker room. And even though that was slowly changing, it had set a foundation, and expectation, that no self-respecting athlete would willingly go and find someone of the same gender to have sex with.
So, how did that explain why he’d kissed Wes? Practically humped him like a dog?
If anybody on the team found out about this…
No. He couldn’t go there. He technically hadn’t done anything wrong.
Except he very much had.
There it was.
The Guilt.
Brad entered his bedroom and closed the door, flipping the lock so he wouldn’t be disturbed. Thankfully, most of the rest of the frat house was asleep, as they’d all been up pretty late last night at another party. Brad had begged off early because of his meeting with Wes that morning, but now he wished he’d drank himself into oblivion and had never gone to the library.
He rubbed at his cheek, which felt hot to the touch. A quick glance in the mirror on his closet door told him that Wes had hit him hard enough to bruise.
His cock twitched at that, filling back up at the memory of such indignation on that cute face.
Goddammit .
Before he could think too hard on it, Brad threw himself down onto the bed and undid the fly of his jeans. He’d probably hate himself for this later, but right now, he just needed an orgasm.
It would clear his mind.
Brad rolled his eyes, licking his palm before wrapping it around himself.
“Fuck,” he whispered into the room.
He closed his eyes and let himself remember the flash of heat in Wes’ gaze, the feel of those lips against his, that tongue in his mouth. When he’d felt Wes’ hard dick against his thigh, Brad had wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and explore.
Which was an entirely new sensation to him.
And he knew he’d freak out about that later, but right now, he was too turned on to care.
He wanted Wes. Every inch of him.
He imagined he had dropped to his knees, right there in the middle of the library, unzipped Wes’ jeans, and licked every bit of skin he could reach with his tongue. He wanted to hear Wes whimpering above him, feel hands pulling at his hair. He wanted Wes to demand Brad take him deeper and deeper, maybe even start to fuck his face.
With a harsh breath, Brad seized up as the orgasm ripped through him suddenly, hot cum splashing against his stomach.
Tearing off his t-shirt, Brad wiped up the mess before throwing the fabric into his laundry bin.
After a few long moments of come-down, the guilt really seeped in.
Fuck. He’d not only basically tried to bully Wes into doing his work for him, but he’d gone off and assaulted the poor guy.
Class A dick move.
He knew he owed Wes an apology. But how the fuck would he go about doing that?
They’d exchanged phone numbers in class after being assigned together, but Brad wondered if Wes would actually answer his phone if Brad tried to call.
Better give it a little time for Wes to cool off.
Rolling over, Brad tucked his face into his pillow and tried not to think of Wes as he drifted off to sleep.
***
Later that afternoon, Brad stared down at his phone, wondering what the hell he could say that would make up for his horrifying behavior that morning.
Really, there wasn’t anything he could say other than, “I’m sorry.” But that didn’t seem like enough.
Still, he had to try.
Brad: I’m sorry about this morning. Can we talk? Clear the air? Come up with a better game plan for this assignment?
There. Straightforward and honest.
His mom would be proud.
Brad winced. No. His mom would probably beat his ass for treating anybody the way he’d treated Wes.
Not for the first time, Brad wondered what his life would have been like if he’d never played football in the first place. Sure, that had been his father’s dream for him, and Brad loved playing football well enough, but he also could admit that he’d blossomed into quite the jerk on top of it.
He’d been the star quarterback in his giant high school, getting a full ride scholarship to play for the University of Washington without breaking a sweat. And after a couple of years on campus, he’d earned his stripes as the campus football star. Several NFL teams were watching him, he knew this. But with every hit he took, he wondered if it was all worth it.
Sure, he’d be rich and famous, but would he be happy?
Probably not. But he didn’t exactly have a choice now. And maybe he could find his own happiness along the way.
Brad shook his head. Not likely. Especially if he continued to find men attractive.
Gay NFL players weren’t exactly popular.
It was a sad world when idiot asshole jocks were preferred to polite, gay ones.
His phone vibrated against his desk, and he snatched it up.
Wes: As apologies go, that wasn’t the worst. Still, I’d be more impressed if you actually said it to my face.
Brad couldn’t stop the smile from spreading. What a snarky little shit.
He loved it. He wanted Wes to continue to push him, to make sure he never did or said another terrible thing to anybody else ever again.
His phone vibrated in his hand again.
Wes: I’m free all afternoon, just doing homework in my room. You’re welcome to come over.
Brad made no less than fifteen typos in his haste to reply.
Brad: Great. I’ll make sure to say it to your face. Where do you live?
Wes: The Nerd House. Just down the street.
Brad’s hands started sweating. But he texted his reply before grabbing his backpack.
Brad: I’ll be right there.
It took him less than five minutes to get down to the Nerd House. It was an older house in the Greek district, and had earned the nickname long before Brad and Wes had become students. Only the best of the best students ever became residents of the house.
Wes must be smart as fuck.
It only made Brad feel worse about his behavior.
He hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door. It took a couple more minutes before he heard the stomp of feet on the stairs and the door swung open.
Wes, with his curly dark hair damp from a recent shower, stood before him, light green eyes glaring at him.
“Hi. Come in.”
Brad shivered at the icy tone before offering a small smile and entering the house.
The place was a lot cleaner than any of the other frat houses he’d been in over the years. Given the fact that the Nerds hardly ever threw any parties, it wasn’t too much of a surprise.
And it was dead quiet.
“Where is everyone?” Brad asked as they made their way up the stairs.
“Studying. Either in their rooms or at the library.” Wes shrugged. “I don’t tend to keep tabs on everyone.”
“Oh,” Brad said, feeling dumb. Of course it would be quiet in a house dedicated to academic excellence.
They entered a spacious room, meticulously organized and tidy. Several books and a laptop were open on the large desk. It was clear that Wes had been working on one of the twenty-two units – Jesus – he’d decided to take that semester.
Who could survive that work load?
Wes pointed to his freshly made bed and said, “You can sit there if you want.”
“Thanks.” Brad slipped his backpack off and threw it on the floor, sitting on the bed.
He tried not to think of throwing Wes down onto it.
Wes took a seat on his desk chair, staring at Brad in an expectant manner.
Brad sucked in a deep breath.
“Look,” he started. Then backtracked. “I’m sorry. What I did this morning was… isgusting.”
Wes’ eyes narrowed. “Disgusting?” he asked.
Realizing how that’d come out, Brad shook his head, raising his hands in surrender. “No! That’s not what I meant. I mean, that part was hot. Fuck.” He bit his lips and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the ground would open up and eat him alive.
“Hot.” Wes’ voice remained neutral, which drove Brad crazy.
“Um.” Brad cleared his throat, trying, and failing, not to blush. He opened his eyes, looking back at Wes. “I’m sorry. I was an asshole this morning. That’s what I meant. I’m disgusted by how I behaved. I have no excuses.”
“How did you behave?” Wes asked. And Brad’s jaw dropped before he saw the glint in Wes’ eyes.
“Oh, you little shit,” Brad muttered, grabbing a pillow and lobbing it at Wes.
Wes’ giggles filled the room, and Brad found himself smiling.
“Alright, alright, I forgive you,” Wes said, pillow clutched in his hands. “You know I couldn’t let you off too easily.”
Brad shook his head. “Figures.”
“But really,” Wes continued, sobering. “Thank you. Not a lot of people would have the balls to come here and apologize for something like that.”
“Yeah, well,” Brad said, looking down at his lap. This next part was going to be the hardest. “You didn’t deserve me treating you like you were less than. Like you were my… servant or something. And you definitely deserved to slap me. And you didn’t deserve to be assaulted like that.”
“Assaulted?” Wes asked, surprise in his voice. “Woah, woah. I can agree with just about everything else you said, but not the assaulted part. You didn’t assault me.”
“I grabbed you and dragged you into the stacks to intimidate you,” Brad said, confused. “And then kissed you. Against your will, I might add. How is that not assault?”
Wes snorted, before burying his face into the pillow. Still, Brad heard the giggles escape.
This kid was too adorable.
“Oh, honey,” Wes said, peeking up over the side of the pillow once more. “You may have done all that, but it wasn’t exactly against my will.”
“What?”
“Come on,” Wes rolled his eyes. “You felt how hard I was. I know you did.”
Brad shrugged. “Doesn’t mean anything.”
Wes’ smile lit up the room, Brad was sure of it.
“You’re right. It doesn’t,” Wes agreed. “So, I’m telling you. It wasn’t against my will.”
“Okay,” Brad said, unsure what to do with that information.
“Maybe I should be the one to apologize to you,” Wes added. And Brad shook his head.
“Nope. If I shouldn’t apologize for that, you shouldn’t either,” he said.
Wes stared at him for a little while longer, and Brad shifted in his seat.
“What?” Brad asked.
“Was that the first time you’d kissed a boy?” Wes asked.
“Huh?” Brad began to sweat. “Um. Maybe.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brad asked. He sat up straighter, wondering if coming here was a mistake.
“Nothing.” Wes said. “It’s just…”
“Spit it out.” Brad was losing patience.
“It’s just that you could do it again if you wanted.”
Brad’s jaw dropped open. “Um. Thanks. I think. But I really only came here to apologize and see if we could start over with this project.”
Wes nodded, though his gaze crawled over Brad’s body, landing in his lap. And Wes smirked.
“Sure. Let’s do that.”
Realizing he’d popped a serious boner sometime in the last five minutes, Brad groaned, grabbing his backpack and settling it into place on his lap.
“Sorry,” he muttered, heat rushing to his cheeks.
Wes’ laughed. “Dude. It’s fine. I know I’m hot.”
You have no fucking idea .
“Let’s just get to work.”
Chapter 3
Wes had to admit, once Brad got over himself, he was actually smarter than Wes had given him credit for.
He supposed it took a smart guy to trick someone else into doing their work for them, but it took an even smarter and braver guy to actually admit and apologize for it.
And then prove himself by actually taking half of said work.
“I think this will be great,” Wes said, sitting back in his chair. “And we can work together on some of this stuff at the library on weekends, if you’re free.”
Brad nodded, biting his lower lip as he scribbled a note to himself on a piece of paper. “Yeah. That’ll help.” He looked up and flashed a smile at Wes. “Thanks.”
“No prob,” Wes said. He cleared his throat and focused back on his laptop with their work assignment divided on a spreadsheet. “Should I send this to you?” he asked.
“That’d be awesome. I wrote shit down, but just in case I missed something,” Brad said. He closed his notebook and tucked it away into his backpack, which had been set on Wes’ bed as soon as his erection had passed.
Seeing Brad’s obvious reaction to him made Wes a little weak in the knees. And he wanted to go back to that time in the library, as pissed as he had been at the time. Because feeling Brad’s lips on his had been magical, and he definitely wanted to experience it again.
But he wouldn’t be pushing for it. It was Brad’s business. And for someone who claimed to not be attracted to men? An awakening like this could be a Big Deal.
Not to mention, Wes was more than aware of the stigma on homosexuals in sports.
“I doubt you missed anything,” Wes said, though he sent it to Brad’s email. “You are smart enough to be the school’s star quarterback, right?”
“Ha, I guess,” Brad said with a shrug. His face turned a little pink, which Wes thought was the cutest thing ever.
They sat in an awkward silence for long moments, Wes studying Brad and Brad studying everything else in Wes’ room but Wes.
Wes could tell that Brad was working up the courage to ask something , so he remained silent, waiting for Brad to either ask or to say his goodbyes.
“Um,” Brad began, clearing his throat as his face grew even more red. “I don’t understand something. Can I ask you about it?”
Wes bit back a grin, finding the question absolutely adorable.
“You can ask. If I know the answer, I’ll give it to you,” he said.
“Awesome. Um.” Brad took a deep breath. “Is it possible for a straight man to be attracted to only one guy? Ever?”
Wes tilted his head. “Of course. Sexuality is fluid. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to sexuality, and if someone feels the need to label their own, that’s for them only.”
Brad nodded. “Okay. Thanks.”
“Don’t worry,” Wes said, giving Brad a smile. “I’m not going to be baking a rainbow cake and organizing a Pride Parade around campus in your honor.”
Brad snorted, a tiny giggle coming out, and Wes melted.
Too. Fucking. Cute.
“One more thing,” Brad continued, looking a bit more relaxed and confident. More like the star quarterback Wes had expected to see. “Can I kiss you again?”
Wes blinked. “What? Why?”
While he wouldn’t say no to this Adonis, he needed to manage his expectations. Brad could want anything from casual experimenting to a boyfriend, and if Wes was going to be involved in that, he’d need to know what he was in for.
“I just, uh,” Brad stumbled a little, losing the edge of his confidence. “I wanted to know if it was a fluke.”
“A fluke,” Wes repeated. Then, seeing Brad wilt before him, added, “Of course. I get it. I’m the only guy who’s ever done it for you and you want to make sure you’re not crazy.”
Brad grinned, relaxing. “Yes, exactly.” A look of horror passed over his face. “Not that I’m saying I’m crazy, or that it’s crazy to like men, or anything like that…”
Wes laughed. “Relax. I get it. Believe it or not, I might have been in the same boat, once upon a time.”
“Really?” Brad asked, looking surprised.
“Duh,” Wes said, standing up from his desk chair and making his way to the bed. “I was born a boy, raised with the expectation that one day I’d fall in love and marry a girl.”
Wes shrugged as he sat on the bed, close enough to Brad for his intentions to not be mistaken.
“Except when I started finding boys attractive instead of girls…” Wes’ voice trailed off as his gaze lowered to Brad’s lips. “I definitely felt a little crazy.”
In the next moment, Brad leaned forward, pressing their lips together with a frantic energy that Wes immediately returned.
If the star of the football team wanted to experiment, who was Wes to deny him?
Wes opened his mouth, letting his tongue explore and probe Brad’s lips to open.
Brad moaned when Wes’ tongue entered and caressed the inside of his mouth. Wes shifted, wanting to be closer and also relieve the pressure of his suddenly interested cock.
Pulling away, Wes gave Brad a small smile. “Was that enough for you?” he asked, knowing it would never be enough.
“Fuck, no,” Brad whispered before he lunged forward, tackling Wes back onto the bed.
Laughing, Wes wound his hands in Brad’s hair as their mouths met again and again, alternating soft and hard kisses. Tongues warred with each other, invading one another’s mouths, before Brad finally lifted up and they were able to catch their breath.
“I didn’t realize this had turned into football practice,” Wes said, an impish grin on his face.
Brad smirked before leaning in to nuzzle beneath Wes’ ear. “Would you like it to be? I can tackle you as many times as you’d like.”
“Ha!” Wes barked before shaking his head. “I don’t want that many bruises, thank you.”
“Oh, but some bruises are okay?” Brad asked, lifting a brow.
“Definitely.”
Brad seemed to take that as permission, setting to work on leaving a mark low on Wes’ neck.
Wes threw his head back, trying to hold in his moans. He really didn’t know who was in the house, but hearing someone have sex would definitely disrupt anybody’s study time.
Not like they were going to have sex.
Maybe.
At the thought, Wes’ erection grew from it’s semi-hard state to a full hard-on. With Brad on top of him, Wes could do nothing to hide it. One tiny shift on top of him had Brad moaning, moving his hips to crush into Wes’, an answering hardness in his pants.
“Fuck,” Brad groaned into Wes’ ear.
“Jesus,” Wes whined. “You have no right being this hot.”
Brad chuckled, his breath warm against Wes’ neck, making him shiver.
“You, too, you know,” Brad said. “I mean, case in point.” He thrust his hips forward.
“I think it’s safe to say that you find at least one guy attractive,” Wes said.
He let his hands trail down over Brad’s massive shoulders, feeling the muscles at play holding him up. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of Brad’s shirt and teased at the skin there.
“Can I?” he asked.
Brad nodded, maneuvering his legs so he was straddling Wes before sitting upright and jerking his t-shirt off before tossing it aside.
Wes pouted. “I wanted to do that.”
Brad laughed. “You’re really going to pout when there’s a naked chest right in front of you?”
Wes grinned. “Well, when you put it like that…”
He sat up, grabbing onto Brad’s hips to hold himself steady as his mouth settled on one of Brad’s pecs. Lips, tongue, and teeth explored the area, licking here, biting there. Brad’s nipples hardened, which thrilled Wes as he teased them.
“Shit,” Brad swore, his hips moving in time with Wes’. “I need to get out of these jeans.”
“By all means,” Wes murmured against one nipple.
Brad tore himself away, and Wes gave a disappointed moan. But he sat back, watching as Brad slipped his pants off, an impressive bulge revealed in his boxers.
“What about you?” Brad asked.
Wes shrugged. “What about me?” he asked.
“Don’t you want to…” Brad’s voice trailed off as he gestured to Wes’ pants.
“Only if you want me to,” he said. “This is your show, remember?”
Brad nodded, then gave Wes a predatory grin.
Wes trembled, feeling very much like a mouse caught in the sights of a cat.
Brad drew closer, but did not crawl up on top of Wes just yet.
“So, if I just did this,” Brad reached over, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of Wes’ jeans and popping the button open. “You wouldn’t stop me?”
“No,” Wes said, his voice hushed. “You can do whatever you want with me.”
Brad blinked up at Wes. “Really?” he asked, surprised.
“Yes, of course.”
“Even,” Brad started, then pulled at Wes’ jeans. Wes lifted his hips, letting Brad remove the denim and his underwear in one swift move, exposing his length. “Even this?” he asked, before bending over and taking Wes into his mouth.
“Oh, sweet Lord, yes,” Wes moaned, fingers already finding their way deep into Brad’s thick hair.
Wes couldn’t remember the last time he had been in anyone’s mouth, let alone with someone so enthusiastic about it. For experimenting, Brad certainly was putting his all into it.
Brad’s hand wrapped around the bottom half of Wes’ cock, guiding it into his mouth, where he sucked harder than a vacuum. And his tongue! That should be considered a weapon with how expertly Brad was wielding it around the head.
But it was when Brad’s other hand drifted lower, cupping his balls, that Wes realized he was in trouble.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long,” Wes hissed.
Brad let go with a soft pop and looked up at Wes. His lips were pink and wet, his eyes dilated with lust. Wes wanted nothing more than to fuck up into that perfect mouth.
“You can come in my mouth, if you want,” Brad said. And while Wes sputtered over that calm statement, Brad took him back in.
“Oh, my god,” Wes moaned, unable to stifle the sounds he was making any longer. To hell with his housemates.
Brad gave an answering moan, the vibrations shooting up and down Wes’ dick, down into his balls. They tightened up, only to be gently pulled down by Brad’s sure hand. Wes whimpered and threw his head back.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Wes said, panting. “With your first blowjob. What the fuck.”
Brad huffed what could have been a laugh and rolled Wes’ balls together. Wes shivered, arousal unlike anything he’d ever felt before curling deep within.
Feeling a bit more steady, Wes glanced back down at Brad, wondering at how this had happened. One minute, they’d been arguing rather loudly in the library. The next: Blowjob.
He could obviously tell that Brad had never given a blowjob before, but Brad also knew his way around a cock fairly well. He was hitting all of Wes’ sensitive spots, knew how to stop the impending orgasm, knew exactly how much pressure to apply.
What Wes didn’t expect was the finger making its way past his taint.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Wes groaned, going lax as the finger brushed up against his entrance.
Lord, take me now .
Less than twenty seconds later, to the sounds of Brad’s sucking and the feel of all that warm, wet goodness around him and his hole, Wes tensed and came.
Hard.
Black surrounded him, his body shivering and shaking at the blissful sensations as he came back into himself.
“Holy shit,” Wes said, unable to move. “Give me a minute.”
“Of course,” Brad said.
The bed shifted, and Wes realized Brad was climbing onto it. Brad scooped Wes’ little body up next to his, enveloping him in all those warm, hard muscles.
Wes was in heaven.
“Nobody has ever made me come that fast,” Wes murmured.
“Now I know you’re lying,” Brad said with a soft laugh.
“I’m not,” Wes said, shifting so he could look Brad in the eyes. “I swear. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. You’re damn good at that.”
Surprisingly, a blush stole over Brad’s nose before he tucked his face into Wes’ neck.
“None of that, now,” Wes said, wiggling out of Brad’s grasp. He couldn’t get over how adorable Brad was being. “You’re officially a cocksucker.”
It had the intended effect, Brad throwing back his head and laughing loudly.
Wes took the opportunity to slide on top of Brad, palming those amazing abs beneath his fingers.
“I think it’s time I return the favor, don’t you?” Wes asked, digging his nails into the skin. Just a little.
Brad sucked in a deep breath, goosebumps appearing over his arms, nipples hardening. Lust once again darkened his eyes.
“Yes, please.”
Chapter 4
Brad shuddered as Wes dragged his fingernails down over his abs. Wes slid off of Brad and off the bed, kneeling between Brad’s spread thighs.
“Scootch to the edge of the bed for me,” Wes said, pulling at Brad’s thighs.
Brad wiggled toward Wes, his hard cock bouncing against his abs.
Giving Wes a blowjob shouldn’t have been as arousing as it had been. Brad had never even thought about blowing another guy before, but something about Wes had crawled under Brad’s skin and now he couldn’t seem to get enough of it.
When Wes came, Brad had nearly followed him over the edge. Curiosity more than anything had kept his mouth wrapped around Wes, wondering what it would feel and taste like when Wes filled it.
Turns it, it felt fucking fantastic. All that hot cum shooting up against the roof of his mouth, filling it with a salty, bitter taste that he could still taste.
He wanted more of it.
“Perfect,” Wes murmured, his lips already trailing up the inside of one of Brad’s thighs.
Brad hummed, letting himself relax against the bed. He lifted one hand, letting it trail through Wes’ mess of curls.
He wanted this moment to last forever. Just the two of them, alone in Wes’ room, exploring each other’s bodies and what made them feel good.
Wes nudged up underneath Brad’s balls, his hot breath making Brad shiver.
“Have you ever played with yourself here?” Wes asked, tracing his fingers over Brad’s taint and down to the furl between his ass cheeks.
Brad shook his head. “Not really.”
Wes grinned. “Oh, this will be fun.”
With that as Brad’s only warning, Wes swallowed him whole.
“Holy shit !”
Brad jackknifed off the bed, the tight wet heat surrounding his cock stopping him from taking flight altogether.
Other girls had given him head before, but never like this. Never this eager and certainly never as into it as Wes.
Wes’ eyes were closed, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. His hands roamed all over Brad, up and down his thighs, his balls, his hips and abs. They also stroked along Brad’s dick as Wes withdrew, saliva dripping all over the damn place.
It was messy, and filthy, and Brad loved every second of it.
Wes moaned when Brad gave an experimental thrust of his hips. The vibrations felt so damn good going down his cock and into his balls.
He wanted more.
Wes peeked up from beneath his dark lashes and reached for one of Brad’s hands. He placed it on his head, curling Brad’s fingers into his hair.
“You want me to hold you down?” Brad asked.
Wes nodded, never once letting go of Brad’s cock.
“Fuck,” Brad whispered.
He moved his other hand to Wes’ hair, threading his fingers through. Then he gripped the hair tight and held Wes down while thrusting up, gently at first.
Wes melted against him. Brad blinked in surprise, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky as to have someone as open and willing as Wes show him any interest, let alone blow him like he was the last cock in the world.
“Jesus, how are you for real?” Brad wondered aloud, withdrawing a little before thrusting upward again.
Wes’ hands had clasped onto Brad’s hip, and he realized Wes was trying to pull Brad’s cock in even further.
“You want more, baby?” he asked, the pet name slipping. But when Wes moaned enthusiastically, Brad could only comply.
He thrust his dick deep into Wes’ waiting throat, holding Wes’ head in place. Wes set the pace, pulling Brad’s hips in faster and faster until Brad was fucking up into Wes’ mouth faster than he’d ever fucked anybody’s mouth before.
“Holy fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” Brad groaned, thrusting up even harder.
In response, Wes sucked harder, his hands moving from Brad’s hips down to his thighs, trailing down and under him.
At the first brush of pressure along his taint, Brad sucked in a quick breath.
That had no right feeling that good.
With saliva dripping everywhere, Brad’s balls, taint, and ass were covered. And having Wes’ slick fingers exploring places never before touched by another turned Brad on in so many ways.
And when Wes pressed his fingers hard, Brad saw stars.
“What the hell was that?” he panted, barely hanging on to his self-control.
Wes lifted off of Brad, giving him a wide grin. Brad stared at those perfect, swollen red lips and wanted them on his.
Right fucking now.
Before Wes could explain what he’d done, Brad lunged forward and grabbed Wes, hauling him up off the floor and back on top of Brad. He crushed their lips together, muffling Wes’ sounds of protests with his tongue shoved deep in Wes’ mouth.
He knew Wes could take it.
Brad rolled, pressing Wes to the bed beneath him, plundering his mouth for long minutes while his hands explored Wes’ lithe, little body beneath his.
Wes was already hard again, and Brad pressed their cocks together with a sigh.
At Wes’ incessant pushing, Brad lifted off slightly, letting Wes suck in deep lungfuls of air.
“Sorry,” Brad said, though he gradually shifted his cock up alongside Wes’, enjoying the sparks of arousal licking up his spine.
“No, you’re not,” Wes countered, a crooked grin on his face.
Brad laughed. “No, I’m not.”
“I was going to say,” Wes continued, giving Brad an arch look. “That was your prostate. From the outside. It can also be stimulated from the inside, hence anal sex.”
“Jesus, that was the most intense sensation I’ve ever felt. Aside from actually coming.”
Wes grinned. “That’s the point.”
“Can people come just from that?” Brad asked.
“Of course. They do it all the time. Why, wanna try it?” Wes gave Brad a wicked look.
It was tempting. The sensation had been unlike anything Brad had ever experienced before. But it was also overwhelming.
“Maybe next time?” Brad offered.
Wes’ grin faded into a soft smile. “Next time, then.”
And just like that, any question of if Brad could do this again was resolved.
“But for now,” Wes said, leaning up to Brad’s ear. Brad shivered as the breath tickled his neck. “I want you to fuck me. As hard as you can, football star.”
“Jesus,” Brad muttered, voice hoarse. “You’re really going to kill me.”
“Never.”
Brad shifted so they laid on their sides, facing each other.
“Um,” Brad said, nerves starting to make their way into his chest. “How do I do this?”
Wes stroked the side of Brad’s torso, gripping the muscles there tight.
“How about this?” Wes started. “I’m going to go grab some lube and condoms, and you’re going to lay there and look pretty.”
That surprised a quick laugh out of Brad. “Look pretty?”
Wes slid off the bed, already heading to his desk drawer. “Damn right, you look pretty.”
A basic bottle of lube and a condom acquired, Wes made his way back to the bed.
Brad couldn’t stop staring at him. That thin, strong body, muscles bunching in all the right places. That gorgeous ass begging for someone to spank or fuck hard.
He wondered if Wes would be into spanking.
“Now what?” Brad asked once Wes returned.
“Now, you get to lay on your back and still look pretty.”
Brad rolled, not taking his eyes off Wes.
He liked where this was going.
Wes crawled back onto the bed, quickly situating himself over Brad’s stomach, then shifting upward until he was settled over Brad’s chest.
“Well, hello,” Brad said, eyeing Wes’ thick cock. His mouth watered.
“You are cock hungry, aren’t you?” Wes asked, rocking forward until the head of his dick rested against Brad’s lips. “Want more?”
Brad nodded, parting his lips as he made eye contact with Wes.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Wes murmured, pushing into Brad’s mouth once again.
The hot and heavy weight of Wes’ cock made Brad moan and close his eyes. He could happily suck Wes all fucking day.
“Oh, my god,” Wes moaned. “No way you should be so good at that already.”
Brad shot Wes a wink, sucking Wes in. He took special care in making sure his tongue focused on the underside of Wes’ cock, enjoying the shudders he earned in response.
“Hold on just a minute,” Wes said, withdrawing. Brad whimpered. “Oh, you really like it. Wow.”
A little bit of that boyish nerd came out as Wes stared at Brad in awe. It was then that Brad realized that Wes was a total sex kitten, one who kept that part of himself tucked deep inside. And it was hot as hell.
“I really like it,” Brad repeated. “I want you to come in my mouth again.”
Wes shook his head. “If I do, you won’t get to fuck me until later. I get really sensitive.”
“Oh.” Brad thought for a moment. “Maybe I could fuck you and then you can come in my mouth?”
Wes grinned. “Yeah, we can make that happen.”
Wes reached for the lube, popping it open and coating his fingers with it. He closed it and tossed it aside before bringing his hand back around him.
“What are you doing?” Brad asked, straining his neck to see if he could watch.
“Adding much needed lubricant to my ass,” Wes said. “I’m not a girl.”
Brad lifted an eyebrow. “I noticed.”
“Good. Actually, you need to know this. I’m sure you know the ass has a lot of important muscles. Including the sphincter.”
Brad nodded, wondering where this was going.
“Men, women, anybody who wants to have anal sex, you need to relax and stretch the sphincter. Add lube. Stimulate the area and prepare it for sex. Or there could be tearing and all sorts of bad things.”
Brad winced. “Noted. Can you teach me?”
Wes paused whatever he was doing behind him and stared down at Brad.
“Um, yeah, I guess I could.” Wes looked around, grabbing the bottle of lube and one of Brad’s hands.
“First,” Wes continued, “you need to put more lube than you think all over your fingers. And you can add more lube at any time. There’s no such thing as too much lube, trust me.”
“Got it.”
Wes opened the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount over Brad’s fingers. It was cold and slippery, and Brad’s cock twitched at the sensation.
This was going to be all over the both of them in just a few minutes. And Brad couldn’t wait.
Wes guided Brad’s hand behind him, letting Brad’s fingers trace along the curve of his ass before nestling itself in the crevice between.
“I want you to rub my hole, get as much lube on me as you can. There are a lot of nerve endings there, so it’ll feel really good. When I tell you, you can stick a finger inside, okay?”
Brad couldn’t breathe. And it had nothing to do with Wes sitting on his chest.
“Yeah, okay.” Brad licked his lips, letting his fingers explore until they ran into the wrinkled furl of Wes’ entrance.
He traced along the edges, slow and steady, getting familiar with the sensation. Applying pressure, he rubbed a little faster, still circling the entrance, letting his finger hook along the edge just a little.
Above him, Wes shuddered, panting soft breaths that riled Brad up even further. He loved having Wes above him, trembling, needy, giving himself to Brad.
Brad still wanted more.
“God, you feel so good,” Wes moaned, throwing his head back. Brad wanted to lick his throat. “Okay. You can slip a finger inside. Slowly. And keep doing that circle motion. That feels so good.”
Happy to oblige, Brad found the edge of Wes’s hole and pressed, harder than before. After a short moment of resistance, Wes simply opened up and Brad’s finger slid deep inside.
“Holy shit,” Brad whispered, enraptured by the sensations surrounding his finger.
If he thought Wes’ mouth had been hot, his ass was another story. And it was tight as fuck, practically sucking Brad’s finger inside.
“Yes,” Wes hissed, arching with pleasure. Brad watched as Wes ran his hands up and down his body, taking care to tweak his nipples.
Brad rotated his finger, first one way, then another, watching Wes’ face morph into pleasure right before his eyes. He hooked his finger, pulling gently at Wes’ hole, making Wes squeak.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Wes moaned. Then he finally looked down. “Add another finger. And I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Yes, please.”
Chapter 5
Wes sank his cock deep into Brad’s eager mouth. The dual sensations of the wet, constricting heat around his erection and the fingers in his ass made him shudder.
“Just like that, handsome,” Wes said with a sigh.
A mouth around his cock was the fastest way Wes had ever found to relax his entrance. It was almost Pavlovian at this point. And Brad being such a willing partner made this part of sex so much better.
“Did you like it when I came in your mouth?” Wes asked.
He’d noticed earlier how much Brad seemed to enjoy dirty talk. And while Wes wasn’t an expert at it, he couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut once he knew how much Brad liked it.
Brad moaned, nodding his head around the length in his mouth.
“I know you did. And I want to give you more. But not yet. Add another finger.”
Wes felt the pressure of a third finger and wondered if Brad needed any more lube. Before he could ask, the finger slipped inside and Wes nearly fell forward at the intrusion.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Wes said. He moved his hips, thrusting slightly into Brad’s mouth, then back onto Brad’s fingers. “Stretch your fingers outward, open me up.”
Brad seemed to understand exactly what Wes needed because he immediately buried is fingers in deep and began to spread them in all directions. And he continued to rotate them around, driving Wes absolutely crazy.
“You know what one of my favorite things to do is?” Wes asked, knowing he wouldn’t be receiving a reply. He thrust forward into Brad’s mouth. “I love eating men out. Licking their holes. Thrusting my tongue inside as far as I can. Adding my fingers into the mix. Maybe I’ll do that to you next time.”
Brad squirmed beneath him, pulling Wes up further with those giant arms of his. He’d never had such an athletic bed partner before, but he loved it.
“Almost ready,” Wes said, thrusting into Brad’s mouth a few more times. “Stretch your fingers wide, try to find my prostate.”
Brad sucked Wes’ cock hard, his fingers twisting and spreading deep within Wes. Finally, after a few teasing touches, Brad’s fingers hooked in just the right spot for Wes to cry out.
“Fuck, yes!” Wes’ back bowed as he shoved his dick deeper into Brad’s mouth.
A choking noise met Wes’ ears, and he pulled back, already reaching to sooth Brad as he sucked in deep breaths.
“Sorry,” Wes murmured, stroking the sides of Brad’s face and throat. “Bad manners.”
Brad looked up at him, wild eyed. “Are you kidding? That was fucking hot.”
Wes burst out laughing. “Of course you’d like that. Thank God, cuz that’s my biggest kink. Both fucking someones throat and having my throat fucked.”
“You’re going to have to teach me how you do it,” Brad said, giving Wes a dirty grin as he twisted his fingers deep inside one more time.
Wes shuddered. “Fuck, you’re too good at that. Can probably make me come on your fingers alone.”
“There’s something we can try,” Brad said.
“Yeah, absolutely,” Wes agreed. But he reached behind him and gently coaxed Brad’s fingers out of him. “But not right now.”
Wes reached for the condom packet, wiping his hands on the bedspread in the process. He made quick work of the condom wrapper before scooting back onto Brad’s thighs and rolling the condom down the thick cock.
“We can do this a couple of ways,” Wes began. “I can ride you, or you can take me from behind, or I can be on my back… really, anything. What do you want?”
Brad blinked up at Wes. “Um. Anything you want, really. I’m down for whatever.”
Wes grinned. “You’re a perfect partner, you know that?”
A blush stole across Brad’s face. Wes enjoyed watching it spread down his neck and onto his chest. All that pale skin, turning a soft shade of pink.
“Nobody’s ever told me that before,” Brad said.
Wes took a moment to adjust himself over top of Brad, aligning Brad’s cock to his entrance.
“Well. You are.”
Slowly, he bore down, allowing Brad’s incredibly thick cock to slip inside him. Twin moans echoed in the room, and Wes gave a fleeting thought to his roommates before he shut that down and focused on the man beneath him.
“How does that feel?” Wes breathed.
“Tight,” Brad said through clenched teeth. “So hot, but also so tight. Shit.”
“Do you need me to stop?” Wes asked, pausing his downward movement.
Brad sent him a glare. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Wes laughed, and Brad hissed, gripping Wes’ hips tight, tight enough to bruise.
“Don’t laugh. Or this is going to be over real quick,” Brad warned.
“We don’t want that.”
Wes continued to sink himself onto Brad’s dick, enjoying the feeling of fullness as he moved. Finally, after long moments, he came to rest on Brad’s thighs, the biggest cock he’d ever taken buried to the hilt inside him.
“Fuuuuck,” Brad groaned, throwing his head back. Wes leaned forward and nipped at his Adam’s apple, earning another guttural groan.
“You feel so fucking good inside me,” Wes said, gyrating his hips slightly, adjusting to the feel of Brad. “I want to keep you inside me for as long as possible.”
“Fuck, baby, yes. Me, too.”
Wes’ slow gyration eventually picked up to a harder rocking motion, and then Wes braced his hands onto Brad’s chest and began to lift himself up and down.
“Oh, my god,” Brad moaned, running his hands along Wes’ trembling thighs. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard.”
Wes grunted, slamming himself down onto Brad.
“Fuck up into me,” Wes panted, feeling a trickle of sweat falling between his shoulder blades. “Grab my hips and fuck me.”
Brad did as he was told, thrusting his hips upward, a resounding smack echoing in the room.
“Yes, oh yes, Brad.”
The room filled with the sounds of their sex, their groans, the smacking of skin against skin. Wes wanted to record this. He’d never remember every single detail for the times he was alone.
He could feel his release building deep within him, and he leaned back, one hand reaching for his cock.
Before he could grab it, the world shifted and Wes found himself on his back, looking up at Brad’s grinning face.
“I needed a little more torque,” Brad said in explanation before he straightened up and grabbed Wes’ thighs, pushing them up and out, as wide as they’d go.
“Oh, fuck,” Wes said with a whimper.
Brad thrust back inside, the angle finally allowing Brad’s cock to graze against Wes’ prostate. Wes enjoyed being on top, he loved how deep a cock could slide up into him. But there was something about being on his back that drove him absolutely wild.
“Yes, fuck. Right fucking there.” Wes latched onto Brad’s hips, pulling him in. “If you angle your hips just a little up… Fuck ! Right there!”
The world disappeared for Wes, pleasure blinding him from everything except Brad’s cock deep inside him. Brad kept up the punishing pace, barely giving Wes enough time to breathe .
Orgasm curled at the base of Wes’ spine, surprising him as he hadn’t even touched his cock yet.
“Oh, my god. I’m gonna come. Keep going, please ,” Wes begged, his words coming out on a sob.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Brad grunted, trusting deep and hard. “I’m going to make you come on my cock and only my cock, aren’t I?”
Wes couldn’t answer, his pleasure overtaking him at Brad’s words. The orgasm crashed over him, making all other functions impossible for long, blissful moments.
He could still feel the bed moving beneath him, the sharp pleasure of Brad fucking him so hard. Then all movement ceased, and Brad released a sharp curse before tensing above him.
“Yes,” Wes whispered, opening his eyes in time to catch the look on Brad’s face, all tight with pleasure, mouth open in a perfect “o.”
Brad’s cock pulsed deep inside him, and Wes reveled in it. Wes ran his hands up Brad’s chest, flicking a nipple. Brad jerked, twitching in quick spasms.
“Fuck,” Brad groaned, finally catching his breath. Wes was almost sad he couldn’t feel Brad’s cock pulsing inside him any more.
Wes reached up, pulling Brad back down on top of him and holding him close. He could feel Brad softening and knew he would slip out of him in a moment, but he loved the feeling of connection.
And he loved to cuddle. So sue him.
“You were incredible,” he whispered into Brad’s ear, eliciting another shiver.
“Not as incredible as you,” Brad answered, giving Wes’ shoulder a soft kiss before he pulled away. “I need to clean up.”
“You can use my shirt if you need to. Trash can is underneath my desk.”
“Thanks.”
Wes tried not to be too disappointed when Brad pulled out of him and slid off the bed. He closed his eyes, focusing on how relaxed his body felt at that moment.
He wondered when they would do this again. Because they were doing this again. Wes would make sure of it.
When the bed dipped again, Wes’s eyes shot open in surprise.
“You’re going to have to move,” Brad said, coaxing Wes’ body more fully onto the bed, head on his pillow. And then Brad slipped in beside him, those big arms coming around Wes and pulling him back against that amazing chest.
“I like to cuddle,” Brad added, nuzzling into the back of Wes’ neck. “I hope that isn’t a problem.”
Wes smiled, closing his eyes and relaxing back against Brad.
“Never.”
