Jules broke the kiss only to duck his face into my neck and breathe, “Oh,fuck.” I wanted to laugh. I also wanted to push him against the wall and rub against him some more. But the thought of what would happen after that made my brain stutter to ahalt.
“That was… I was really… And you were…” Julian’s cheeksflamed.
“Great? Hot? Aroused? In any order. Yes,” I agreed. “It is. You were. I was. In fact, Iam.”
“But you arestraight.”
I shrugged. “Nature is big and wide, right? Isn’t that what yousaid?”
Julian frowned. “Well, yeah,but…”
“So what I’m proposing is this. If you have an itch, you scratch it withme.”
“With you.” Julianblinked.
“I’m your fake boyfriend, Jules. It’s my job to see to theseneeds.”
He shook his head. “No. No way. No pity… kisses.” He flushed. “Orwhatever.”
“Does this feel like pity?” I ground my erection against his and he gasped. “You said I was attractive. And I’m 77.4% less likely to kill you than your average Grindrdate.”
Julian frowned, his blue eyes swimming in confusion. Finally, he said, “I think that data isinaccurate.”
“That’s because I made it up,” I confided in awhisper.
“Oh,” he said. But then he lifted himself up on his tiptoes to kiss me and we were back at it again, kissing and tasting, my hands roaming over his back and pulling up the top of his scrubs to find skin. I pushed him against the exam table and it slid across the floor with a metallicscreech.
Someone knocked on the door. “Doctor Ross?” Kathy said, sounding mildly panicked. “Are you almost ready for your nextpatient?”
“Shit,” Julian said. Then, louder, “Two minutes,Kathy.”
I took a giant step away from him, loving the way he was staring at me like he wanted to pull me against him again, and the fact that he couldn’t catch hisbreath.
I was new to the whole kissing-guys-thing, but I was pretty damn addicted already. And it seemed like I was pretty good at it,too.
“What, um… What are we gonna tell everyone?” Julian panted, waving a hand in the direction of the waitingroom.
I smirked. “Not a damn thing. They can think whatever they want. Let them think we werefucking like bunniesin here. Because that’s what boyfriendsdo.”
“Okay,” he said. “Alright. And, um… Us? Inprivate?”
I smiled, wishing the foot of space between us could disappear, along with all the people in the waiting room, so I could kiss him again. The difficulty of my life seemed to grow exponentially with every inch of space betweenus.
“We can fuck like bunnies in private.” I licked my lips as a sudden wave of panic gripped me. “I mean, maybe not literally. There’s a, you know, learning curve andall.”
He frowned, but then nodded slowly. “So we’re basically friends withbenefits?”
“I guess, yeah. If you need to define it. We are definitely friends, always.” I nodded firmly. “And we’ll have benefits for as long as it’s…beneficial.”
“Benefits as long as it’s beneficial,” he echoed. “Right. Yeah. Okay. That’s good. This isgood.”
I was thinking it could be very, very good. A chance to figure out what the fuck was happening with me… what the fuck was happening withme and Julian… without putting any pressure on the thing. Without any goddamnexpectations.
