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The water is so hot it turns my skin pink. I scrub myself down, taking extra care to make sure I get every nook and cranny. I want to smell good for Pete and not like sweat and leftover pizza from the shop.

Not that I think anything is going to happen tonight! But I want to be ready, just in case. If we do anything, it’s at Pete’s speed. He’s in charge.

I get out of the shower, dry myself off, and throw on my boxers and sweats. I take a steadying breath before heading over to Pete’s room. I don’t hear the shower going so he must already be done. I knock on the door.

“Come in!”

I’m not sure what I’m expecting but seeing Pete lying in his bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him, completely naked but for the open pizza box in his lap, was not it.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

“Yeah,” Pete says with a grin. “That’s the plan.”

ChapterThree

Pete

Iwatch with equal parts wonder and excitement as Rodney walks into my room, his eyes taking me in. They darken, and I have to bite my bottom lip to keep the moan that’s threatening to escape. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants which are dangerously low on his hips.

Jesus fucking Christ, does he haveanyidea how fucking hot he is? I wanna squeeze my thighs together to put some pressure against the ache happening between my legs but that’s when I remember the pizza box on my lap. Rodney is frozen, staring at me, just unabashedly taking me in.

“Come have a slice with me?”

Rodney seems to snap out of his stupor, his eyes meeting mine. He’s hungry but I can tell pizza is the last thing on his mind.

“Fuck, Pete,” Rodney breathes out, running his hands over his face, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. He takes a step towards me. Then another. As he gets closer, his steps tentative and unsure, a shiver goes through me. “I’ll have a bite, but not of the pizza.”

The comment startles a laugh from me. The air in the room is stifling, yet we’re still just two best friends. There’s an ease to our comments and our movements. Somehow everything has changed while at the same time, everything is exactly the same.

“Alright, bet,” I say with a grin. My stomach is fluttering with anxious anticipation. I want him. I want him more than words can say.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathe out. With shaky hands, I move the pizza box off of my lap and onto the floor beside the bed. I’m completely naked, exposed for Rodney. There’s a flush running down the center of my chest that crawls over my neck and cheeks.

“Fuck,” Rodney hisses out. The front of his sweatpants are tented and my mouth waters. I’m sick of the anticipation. I fuckingwant him.

“Yeah, I think that’s the plan,” I say with a smirk, letting my thighs fall open and holding out a hand for him. Rodney stares for a moment longer before he’s scrambling onto the bed. His knee smacks into my inner thigh and I groan in pain.

Rodney lets himself fall against me, slotting himself between my legs. I wrap one of my legs around his waist and both my arms around his back, holding him tight. His skin is scorching hot against my own. I feel my mouth run dry and my heart stutter in my chest. It’s all so fucking much but at the same time, I want so much more.

“Fuck, sorry. I got overexcited,” Rodney says with a giggle that I can’t help but mirror. We’re finally here. It’s been years and years of longing and pining and we’re finally fuckinghere. I feel like I’m breathing for the very first time. I feel lightheaded from the relief.

“It’s okay,” I say back, grinning up at the man I love. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Where else would I be?” Rodney asks, so softly it’s barely audible, his hot breath fanning over my face. I open my mouth to respond but Rodney doesn’t let me, instead dipping down and pressing his lips to mine.

My head goes light and my fingers dig into his back. My body comes alive beneath him. I wrap both my legs around his waist, digging my heel into his ass so he’ll press down against me.

“Fuck,” I gasp out, breaking the kiss. Rodney presses down against me, his cock slotting perfectly against me. I can feel everything through the thin layer of his sweats. He’s so hard and hot, the friction feels so fucking good that I groan in pleasure. “Fuck, Rodney.”

Rodney tilts my head slightly so he can kiss across my jaw. I toss my head back against the pillow, letting him do what he wants, enjoying the attention to my sensitive skin. His hips continue moving, rutting against me until my own cock is stiff and aching, arousal coursing through me. I’m growing embarrassingly wet but I don’t fucking care, too overwhelmed by how good he’s making me feel.

Teeth dig into my throat and a moan escapes me without my permission. My fingers move from gripping Rodney’s shoulders to lock within the strands of his hair. I tug him, directing him where I want him, pushing him lower. I don’t just want Rodney’s mouth on me, I think I might literallyneedit or else I might combust.

Rodney follows my guidance, moving lower. He leans up on his arms, looking down at me through lidded eyes. He dips his head, kissing the scars on my chest.

“I’ve wanted to kiss these better since you got top surgery,” he confesses softly and my stomach clenches with affection. It would have been impossible not to fall in love with this man and I’m so fucking thankful I finally get to be with him, to show him all the love that’s built up inside of me all these years.