Once he left, Coury wouldn’t be back. There wouldn’t be another chance. If he was going to hurt, he wanted to know what it felt like to have Coury love him.
They reached the top of the stairs and Coury stopped him. “Any chance you have an extra toothbrush and mouthwash?”
“Sure, but why would you need that?” He smirked.
“Because I’m hoping I get to make out with thisreallyhot guy I know. I don’t want to scare him away with bad breath.”
Liam’s heart tried to pound through his chest. “Unless you’re planning to make out with yourself, there won’t be any hot guys around here.”
Coury frowned. “Please don’t do that. You are so hot.”
“Thanks.” He couldn’t meet Coury’s gaze.
He tilted Liam’s head up. “Seriously. You’re beautiful.” Coury kissed him gently on the lips. “Toothbrush?” Coury asked again.
Laughing to hide his excitement, he ducked into the hall closet and came out with a blue and white toothbrush. He handed it over. “You go first.”
Liam retreated to his room. He moved his school bag off the bed, pulled down the duvet, and made sure he had supplies in the nightstand. The overhead light was too bright, so he shut it off and turned on the small lamp on his dresser. There was just enough light to see, but it added something to the mood.
He unbuttoned his shirt, then redid them, before deciding to ditch the shirt. Leaving on the T-shirt, he pulled off his socks but stayed in his jeans. Mostly to hide his hard-on.
The bathroom door opened and Coury walked tentatively into the room. He raked Liam with his gaze, but seemed . . .
“You okay?”
“What?” He blinked.
“You look uncertain.”
Coury snorted. “I’m nervous as fuck, Liam.”
“Me too.” He loved that Coury didn’t try to hide his feelings. “Let me get cleaned up.”
“I’ll be here.” He sat on the bed and hitched a thumb toward the door. “Go.”
Liam couldn’t remember what he did when he left the bathroom, but the minty taste said he’d done the most important part. Knowing Coury was sitting on his bed had his synapses firing at warp speed. Thinking about how to begin things made it worse.
When he entered the room, Coury was sitting on the bed in just his boxers. Liam nearly came just looking—and now, he was allowed to look. Coury had filled out since high school. Where he’d been nearly smooth, now his torso was covered in sexy-as-fuck blond hairs. His chest heaved as he breathed, and he looked up with a hunger Liam hadn’t seen before. Courywantedhim.
And if the look wasn’t enough, Coury’s cock tented his boxers.
Liam shut the door and stepped out of his jeans. He yanked his T-shirt off and tossed it in the vicinity of his hamper.
Standing there almost naked, he felt skinny and ugly compared to the guy on his bed.
“Wow.” Coury slid back to give Liam room.
With that one word, Liam’s doubts evaporated. He put his knee on the mattress and inched closer to Coury. Shivering, but not from the cold, Liam let Coury wrap his arms around his waist and pull him closer.
Their lips met, and Coury licked between Liam’s until he opened them. Liam moaned as their tongues met. He slid his arms over Coury’s shoulders and pressed tight against his muscular chest.
Coury twisted and slowly lowered Liam onto the mattress, never breaking their kiss. He blanketed him with his long, warm body and ground his cock over and around Liam’s. The delicious friction was sending Liam barreling toward an orgasm.
Coury started kissing down Liam’s body, stopping to take a nipple in his mouth. Biting gently, he rolled his tongue over and around, sending Liam into spasms of pleasure.
“Spot one,” Coury said with an evil grin. “Let’s see how many I can find.”
He crept down, licking and kissing as he moved. When his lips reached the blue and white boxers, Coury slid them slowly over Liam’s hips. Little bits at a time, he uncovered Liam’s leaking cock. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive head and sucked Liam into his mouth.
