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Chapter 14

Duncan wanted to spend the interminable taxi ride home snogging their faces off, but he knew it would make Brodie uncomfortable in the presence of the driver. So they merely held hands.

Merely , hah. Their hands performed the most delicious simulation of what was to come. Fingers traced one another’s curves and angles, exploring every millimeter of skin. Then Brodie skated his nails over the back of Duncan’s hand, making him shiver. Finally their palms pressed together, arching and sliding like bodies in the heat of passion.

So by the time they reached his bedroom, Duncan was too turned on to be nervous—for now, at least.

As they stepped inside, the door brushed a piece of notepaper on the floor. Duncan picked it up.

I hope you come to the dance so we can talk. So I can tell you I’m sorry.

-Brodie

At the bottom were the dance party’s time and place.

“You didn’t see the note earlier?” Brodie asked. “It wasn’t why you came?”

“No, I went there from my parents’. I was never not coming.”

“That’s…wow.” Brodie took the note from him and examined it. Suddenly his face fell. “I never actually told you I was sorry, did I? I thought it, in my head.” He passed a hand over his hair, giving it an exasperated tug. “But I didn’t have the balls to say it.”

“You don’t have to?—”

“I do. The things I said to you Saturday at the bus stop…all week I couldn’t stop seeing your face. It killed me knowing how much I’d hurt you. The thing is, in that moment, I wanted to hurt you. It felt like the only way to protect myself. But you didn’t deserve it.”

Until now, Duncan hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear Brodie apologize. “Maybe I did deserve it. Obviously I’d hurt your feelings too.”

“Not on purpose. It’s one thing to be insensitive. I was cruel.” He lifted his eyes to meet Duncan’s. “Can you forgive me?”

“Of course.” Duncan moved closer and kissed him softly. “As long as I never hear the phrase ‘meaningless hormonal caper’ again.”

Brodie groaned. “Sorry about that.” He tapped his forehead lightly against Duncan’s. “What about ‘meaning ful hormonal caper’?”

“Ooh.” Duncan reached under Brodie’s shirt. “That sounds a belter.”

They undressed quickly, hands trembling more than ever, then Brodie pulled Duncan to lie beside him on the bed. As they kissed and touched, Duncan struggled to fathom how this lad could think his body inferior to anyone’s. It felt more than equal to his own. It felt perfect.

When the time was right, he pulled away long enough to retrieve the lube and condoms from the bottom drawer of his desk. Then he came back to the bed and propped his pillows against the wall. “Sit up here.”

Brodie looked confused, but did as he asked. Comprehension dawned on his face as Duncan straddled his legs.

“This way, I do all the work.” Duncan carefully rolled the condom down over Brodie’s long, stiff cock, biting back his own moan of anticipation. “You just relax and enjoy it.”

“You sure there’s nothing I can do?”

“Well, there’s one wee thing.” He slicked the lube over the surface of the condom, then took Brodie’s hand and added a dollop to the tip of his middle finger. “Okay?”

Brodie nodded eagerly. His left arm drew Duncan close while his right hand snaked around, fingers slipping between Duncan’s cheeks.

Duncan whimpered at the first tentative touch of Brodie’s fingertip to his hole. He pressed against it, drawing him in. As Brodie grew bolder, probing deeper, Duncan couldn’t help moving his own hips, rubbing his cock against the smooth skin of Brodie’s chest. The feeling was so intense, it seemed impossible this was mere foreplay.

“More,” he urged. “Two fingers now.”

Brodie obliged, and Duncan’s pleasure quadrupled rather than doubled. He pressed his mouth to the top of Brodie’s head, muffling his cries in the thick, soft hair.

“God…” Brodie’s whisper held an edge of pain, the torture of restraint. “You feel amazing.”

You have no idea. Duncan was past coherent speech now, as Brodie’s fingers curled, finding the sweet spot inside him. They massaged it again and again, until Duncan’s breath hitched into near sobs. He was ready for more, ready for everything, but he couldn’t bring himself to make this end.

Brodie’s strokes slowed. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask me?”

“Hm?” Now trembling with need, Duncan blinked himself back to semi-reality. “What do you mean?”

“In the student union, you said something about how in ten minutes, you’d take me back to your room and ask me to…” His fingers went still, and his tone turned cheeky. “What was it again? I forget.”

“Fuck me,” Duncan said, hearing the naked plea in his voice. Then he pulled back to meet his eyes. “Will you fuck me, Brodie?”

“Aye,” he whispered, gazing up with fiery determination. “I will.”

* * *

This. Is Actually. Happening.

In a way, Brodie was glad he’d waited all year to have sex, until he’d found someone like Duncan.

No. Not someone like him. Him.

Perhaps he’d been waiting for Duncan since the moment they met, that day in September at the start of freshers week. Brodie had brought all his stuff from home by himself, unaccompanied by his parents. He’d jammed it into one giant rolling suitcase, which of course broke a wheel halfway between the bus stop and the student village.

The case’s second wheel gave up the ghost just outside their block of flats, so Brodie had dragged the monstrosity across the lobby floor, leaving twin black streaks on the linoleum. Then the handle broke off, sending the suitcase crashing to the floor.

That’s when Duncan appeared, like an angel in a football shirt, offering help. Together they carried the case upstairs, one at each end. In the lift they discovered they lived on the same level. Their immediate rapport verged on flirtation, until they reached Brodie’s front door and realized they were to be flatmates. In an instant, camaraderie was replaced by caution, a habit that became hard to break.

But maybe that was the day, unbeknownst to either of them, when Duncan became the one.

In any case, here he was now, naked in Brodie’s lap, knees spread around Brodie’s hips, arse positioned above Brodie’s cock.

“You’d better hold it steady,” Duncan said. “I’ve never tried this position before, so it might take me a second to get things, you know, on target.”

Brodie did as instructed, focusing intently on the place where they were to join.

“No. Watch me.” Duncan lifted Brodie’s chin with one finger. “Watch my face as I take you in. See how good you feel inside me.”

Brodie wanted to close his eyes, especially when he felt Duncan envelop him with a grip tighter, hotter, and slicker than any hand or mouth. He wanted to retreat deep inside himself to savor this new, exquisite pleasure.

But then he saw the way Duncan’s eyes rolled up, lashes fluttering, and the way his mouth formed a wide oval, jaw trembling. And Brodie could only watch, imprinting the sight into his memory, knowing he’d never forget this moment as long as he lived.

Holding onto Brodie’s shoulders, Duncan took him deeper with each slow rise and fall of his hips. Brodie dug his heels against the mattress, fighting the urge to thrust upward, instead letting Duncan’s body set the pace as it relaxed to make room for him inside. It seemed impossible that this masculine lad would let himself be so thoroughly invaded, but he seemed to love every moment, judging by his deep sighs and the flush of excitement in his curved, parted lips.

When at last Duncan engulfed all of him, he stopped and looked down, eyes glazed with pleasure. “You feel incredible.” Below, Duncan’s cock did a wee waggle. “See? It agrees with me.”

“Then it’s unanimous.” Brodie pulled him close, drawing up his knees for Duncan to lean back against. Then he ran his hands over the lean, defined muscles of Duncan’s chest. “Seeing you like this, up close, sober…” He reached up to caress Duncan’s jaw, finding a hidden spot of stubble where he’d missed shaving. He wished they could kiss, but in this position, Duncan would need to practically bend in half.

Duncan went one better—he took Brodie’s left hand and slipped the middle two fingers into his mouth. Brodie groaned at the sight, and at the feel of that tongue darting over, under, and between his fingers. His cock twitched inside Duncan.

Duncan moaned. “Fuck, I need you. Now.” He grasped Brodie’s hand, interlacing their fingers, and put his other hand on Brodie’s knee, hoisting himself so he could plant his feet on the mattress.

Then he began, stroking Brodie with his arse again and again. As a flood of hot, electric pressure rushed up and down Brodie’s spine, he marveled at the coiled power of Duncan’s flexing thighs.

Duncan rode faster and faster, panting with need, his erect cock slapping Brodie’s belly with each bounce. As swept up as he was in the wave of sensations, Brodie noticed Duncan’s look of delight changing to one of intense focus.

Is that supposed to happen? Is he close to coming? Is he getting further away from coming? Should I do something to, I don’t know, help?

Instinctively he shifted his hips, thrusting up as Duncan came down.

“Och!” Duncan froze, eyes bulging. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Brodie felt a complete idiot. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he replied, too quickly. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” He gave Brodie a fleeting smile. “Nae bother. You can stay still and let me do everything.”

“Okay, but…”

“But what?” Duncan dipped his head to examine Brodie’s face. “Is it all right? Does it feel good for you?”

He looked so concerned, Brodie wanted to simply say yes and get back to it. But he could sense himself starting to soften from the anxiety. He couldn’t let Duncan down.

“It did feel good. At first. It was great. But now—I don’t know, maybe it’s the position?”

“Yes!” Duncan looked relieved. “Anything gets awkward after a wee while.” He glanced at the bed. “You could lie flat on your back.”

“Aye.” Brodie mustered the courage to ask for what he wanted. “Or you could.”

Duncan stared down at him, his expression unreadable. “Are you sure you’ve got the energy?”

Brodie reached up and cupped Duncan’s jaw again. “I promise you, I’ve more energy now than ever in my life.”

A slow smile spread across Duncan’s face. “All right, then.” He carefully raised himself, then lay back, lacing his hands behind his head. “On you go, lad.”

The sight of Duncan’s body and face, so open, so eager, and the sound of his voice, so inviting, sent a much-needed rush of blood to Brodie’s cock. He could do this. He would do this.

Somehow.