Page 29 of Reunion

He slid an arm over my chest and yanked me close to him, lips at my throat, breath like static over my skin.

“Oh Jesus,” I whispered as he raked through a mound of icing on the table and fisted my cock. The sticky-smooth texture was unlike anything else, and I bucked into his hand, coming on a hoarse cry of pure ecstasy. Dane arched into me, messy hand splayed over my heart as he growled and came apart in forceful thrusts, flooding me with heat that made my knees go wobbly.

I collapsed to my elbows on the table, and he draped over my back, frosting-and-cum-smeared hand skidding across the tabletop until I made a grab for it to keep us both from toppling.

“Fuck.” He shuddered through an aftershock, dick still pulsing inside me, and then we slowly slid to the floor in a sticky separation. Bracing my back against one of the chairs, I looked him over with laughter bubbling in my chest. His dark hair was plastered to his head in places, sticking straight up like porcupine quills in others. We were both covered in cake, icing, and syrup.

“We can’t ever tell my mom exactlyhowmuchwe enjoyed her cake,” I said, and Dane stretched to glimpse the wreck of it strewn all over the table, then threw his head back and laughed.

I crawled toward him, took his hand in mine, and sampled the mix of semen and frosting. For science. “Forget eating pineapple, this is definitely the way to go,” I confirmed.

“I never believed there was any truth to that theory,” he replied, trying for a solemn tone and failing miserably.

We sat there long after our laughter died down, his arms around me, my head resting on his shoulder, and I decided it was the best date I’d ever had in my life.

13

Dane

Round two, the clean edition, happened in the shower, and then we toweled each other off and collapsed in my bed. Cole pulled on the pair of pajama pants I’d handed him and scooted closer until his head rested in the crook of my arm.

Between us, there’d been what I supposed was the average amount of affection between guys playing at heterosexual during high school, meaning it was much more limited than what I’d wanted, and I’d always found myself holding back, afraid he’d suss out my crush and that it would ruin our friendship. Having him so close now made my heart do funny things in my chest, and I couldn’t seem to stop fucking smiling.

Cole peered at me from the corner of one eye and then rolled in my direction. “That was fun, huh?”

I laughed. “Oh, it was fun all right.” That was an understatement.

“That’s what I told myself the night we hooked up at Aaron and Shay’s wedding.”

I ignored the stab in my chest and attacked the latter portion of his statement. “Where have you gotten this idea in your head that sex isn’t supposed to be fun?”

“I haven’t necessarily,” he said cautiously.

“You’ve just made several comments that lead me to believe otherwise.”

“I just haven’t had all that much experience off the beaten path.” Cole huffed out a breath. “My longest relationship was with a guy who seems like a nun now compared to you.” His voice dropped to a low mumble. “And I stayed with him for way too long.”

“He didn’t enjoy sex?”

Cole considered. “I wouldn’t say that. He just had very strong ideas about how sex between us was supposed to work, and he didn’t enjoy deviating very much. It got…”

“Boring?”

“Yeah, a little bit. Or a lot. And the times I tried to spice it up or suggested trying some different things he looked at me like I was a freak.” Cole made a face. “He liked us both to wash before any sort of sexual activity. And immediately after, too. Always insisted on brushing his teeth prior, insisted on douching frequently, and lots of prep and…just sometimes it’s nice to have somespontaneity. To use spit for lube for fuck’s sake. Or…or…kiss in the morning even though you both have morning breath. Or leave the goddamn cum on your stomach because it’s okay not to clean it up the second after you finish. Sometimes your partner mightlikethat reminder, mightlikenot having the evidence of what you’ve just done completely erased the second everyone’s finished.” Cole halted himself and then dropped his voice, seeming to realize he was getting worked up. “For the longest time, I was so happy just to have a boyfriend I didn’t care. Because that’s what I wanted. Stability, a long-term relationship. I traveled so much before that, that it wasn’t a possibility. So I’m not really blaming him, more myself for not standing up for what I wanted and was interested in.”

“Like kink.”

“Like kink,” he agreed. “Or going at it in a supply closet. Or a bathroom. Or a kitchen. Or anywhere that’snota bedroom. It was always a bedroom for us 95 percent of the time. And then when we broke up, he accused me of being cold and…and unsatisfying. I was shocked, and embarrassed and…angry, really.”

I combed a strand of hair back from Cole’s face and rubbed my thumb over his flushed cheek. “He sounds like a miserable guy, and I’m sorry that was your experience.”

“I know, and again, it’s probably my fault for putting up with it so long. So after the night with you at the wedding, on the one hand I was elated because it was obviously amazing, and then I got insecure thinking it was probably a drop in the bucket for you, given my limited experiences.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” I gave him a soft smile.

“He’s in town, too. He’s part of HealthCloud’s sales team, so I guess he was on my mind today and I went on a mini rant.”

“Is he a blond?”