Page 67 of A Cold Hard Truth

“Fair is fair, Rem,” Sebastian murmured, licking his lips. “I know you’re in charge, but maybe I could lead for a little while?”

“A while,” he repeated.

Sebastian straightened and crawled toward the foot of the bed. They were almost eye to eye, and Sebastian’s hands lingered in the small space between them.

“Is there anywhere I can’t touch you?”

“Not that I can think of,” Remington answered, his voice sounding foreign to his ears.

Then Sebastian touched him.

Gentle fingers and then strong hands against his hips, his waist, sliding up his sides and counting out his ribs. Over his armpits and down to his hands, then back up the outside, until Sebastian’s hands cradled his face and pulled him close. Their lips met, and Sebastian kissed him with the confidence of a man who’d kissed a thousand people before him, and Remington wondered if maybe he had.

“You can touch me,” Sebastian whispered against his lips, and Remington did. His hands were far less steady, and he started at Sebastian’s shoulders, feeling the slim yet defined curves and ridges of his muscles.

Remington’s mind raced a mile a minute, his cock growing thicker and harder with every swipe of Sebastian’s tongue inside of his mouth. Sebastian’s hands moved down his face to his neck and around to his hair. Pre-cum leaked out of Remington’s slit and he groaned, still not believing the moment was real.

“Come down here,” Sebastian said, pulling him toward the sheets. They landed with a soft thud against the mattress, on their sides, face to face. Remington could still taste the wine on Sebastian’s breath, and Sebastian rolled Remington onto his back, straddling him around his thighs.

“You’re feeling bolder than me,” he admitted.

“I’m just horny.” Sebastian laughed and flattened his hands against Remington’s stomach. “But honestly, it feels weird like this.”

“Like what?”

“Being in charge.”

“You’re not in charge,” Remington said. “You’re just on top.”

“Oh.” Sebastian exhaled.

Remington reached down and took his erection into his fist, giving a pull from base to tip, slicking the pre-cum around with his thumb.

“Do you think this will go inside you?” he asked.

Sebastian’s whole body shook. “Honestly, I don’t know. Daniella’s…things…weren’t so big.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said. “How do you want me to get you ready?”

“To what?” Sebastian scrunched his nose, his expression twisted in confusion.

“You know.” Remington held up his hand, two fingers pointed toward the ceiling. “Prep?”

“I…I don’t know?” The confused expression deepened on Sebastian’s face. “I’ve never.”

“You just…she just…without prep?”

Sebastian shrugged.

“Alright.” Remington raised up onto his elbows and flipped them both over. Sebastian landed on his back and Remington held himself up, one hand on either side of Sebastian’s sex-flushed face. “I know I’m a virgin, but let me show you a few things. Where’s your lube?”

“The nightstand.” Sebastian tilted his head to the side.

Remington leaned over and opened the small drawer, finding a bottle of water-based lube and a strip of condoms. He dropped them all on the bed, fighting back his nerves. Sure, he was a virgin, but he’d watched his fair share of porn and then some. He’d spent more quality time alone with himself than he’d ever admit, and poor Sebastian, not having that benefit.

“Is there anywhere I can’t touch you?” he asked, repeating Sebastian’s earlier question back to him.

“I was feeling bold earlier.” Sebastian closed his eyes. “Now you have me feeling like a nervous teenager.”