They all stop and stare at me.
Why are they acting like it’s a big thing?
“Is there an issue with me being gay?”
They all shake their heads, and Samson grins like the Cheshire Cat before toasting. “To Cole leaving the closet!”
For some reason, I smile, chuckling at how happy he is. Something settles within me, and instead of taking Blaise’s hand under the table, I throw it over the back of him, resting it on the booth. The position presses me up against him, and I watch them all connect the dots.
Blaise is still as a statue, except his breathing has become heavy and forced through his nostrils. His fingers press into my thigh more, and I can feel myself growing excited at his anxiety.
“You two?” Blaise’s friend says. “You two are…together?”
Blaise grabs his beer and downs it. “Is that a problem?”
“Wow,” Keith blurts. “I didn’t see that coming. Not gonna lie. Wow. Aren’t you, like, underage?” he says to Blaise.
I frown. “He’s just about to turn nineteen, you asshole. I’m twenty.”
Samson is grinning. “Your parents are gonna lose their shit.”
Blaise stiffens beside me, but I drop my arm over his shoulder and squeeze it, pressing my thigh up against his. I’m claiming him, officially. Everyone here now knows that I own him, and he owns me. Why does that make me feel so giddy?
I order another beer, and two hours later, we’re all laughing at Tiago dancing on the table as others around us cheer him on. Keith is on the phone, the other guys are either flirting with someone or drunk and dancing, and Blaise and I are still sitting in the booth.
“Let’s go home,” he whispers in my ear. “I want to be alone with you.”
Fuck. His words make my balls tingle, and I turn to him and grin. “Getting all desperate?”
“If I say yes, can we leave?”
“One more drink,” I say, my nose bumping off his, in public, where everyone can see. His eyes flicker down to my mouth, and I close the distance, kissing him softly, briefly enough to drive him insane, before I yank myself away and hop over the back of the booth to get us more drinks.
Blaise slamsme against the door as soon as it closes behind me. He’s devouring my mouth like he’s a starved animal, sucking and kissing and pulling off my shirt and messing my hair.
He fists the strands at the back of my head and presses our bodies together, sliding his tongue against mine and grinding his thick cock into my own.
Fuck. He’s killing me. I keep trying to get his sweater off but he’s pinning my hands to the wall and robbing me of air while strangling the living fucking life out of me.
Pulling me away from the front door by the throat, we nearly break my mom’s favorite vase as we hit the tabletop. Blaise drags me along the entrance way, not stopping devouring my mouth as he demands everything. We barely make it halfway up the stairs before he unfastens the buttons on my jeans and shoves his hand down them to fist my cock.
I let out a deep groan and drop my head back onto the stair while he strokes me. He’s squeezing and twisting at the tip, making me even harder than humanly possible.
“I want to fuck you,” he says against my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine and snatching my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it back until it’s painfully snapping into place. Copper fills my mouth, and I kiss him harder. As if I might die if I stop.
Blaise pulls away from my mouth and looks down between our bodies, watching the way he fucks me with his hand. The precum beads at the tip, begging for more.
“My room or yours?”
“Yours is closer,” I say, panting as he strokes faster. “Fuck, Blaise. You’re gonna make me come.”
He lets go, and I feel like murdering the dickhead.
“Not yet,” is all he says as he pulls me up and drags me to his bedroom. He slams his door shut and pushes me, taking full control of my body as I drop onto the mattress. Curling his fingers into the waistband of both my jeans and boxers, he slides them down my legs to free my cock.
I can see how much he wants me. His eyes, the starved look, how much his pants are tenting, the way he kisses me as he lowers onto me and sucks on my tongue while simultaneously grinding against my bare dick.
Blaise leaves my mouth, kissing along my jaw while nipping with his teeth. The sensation rushing through me has me squirming under him. Why the fuck is he still fully dressed?
