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me?”
There was no mischief, humor or innuendo in Ian’s request. The
bluntly stated words had Nick’s cock fighting against the zipper of
his boarding vent pants.
     
    “ No.” Anyone else, Nick
would already have his pants down and his dick out. But he didn’t
want to be some experimental fuck for Ian to discover his sexual
orientation.
     
    “ Liar.”
     
    “ Okay, you’re right. I think
you’re hot. And yes, I’ve imagined sex between us.”
     
    Ian picked up Nick’s beer,
tipped it to his lips and took several long swallows. “Thinking
about you beating off, as you think about me, gets me hot.” He
stroked his hand up the beer, smearing the cold sweat from the
bottle. “Then I have to beat off thinking about you.”
     
    “ Fuck, Ian. What do you
expect me to do?” He knew what he wanted to do. Nick didn’t think
his cock had ever been harder. Here was the opportunity he’d
dreamed of. A day—perhaps the whole night—to fuck his best friend.
To feel those full lips against his own. To suck his cock, touch
his body…But what if after, regrets killed their friendship. Once
they’d fucked, could they go back to being just friends? “I don’t
want to be your first.”
     
    Ian closed the space between
them. “Nick, baby, you’re going to be my only.” He rested his hand
on Nick’s skin-hugging, thermal shirt.
     
    Nick grasped his hand. He
stared hard into Ian’s eyes and slowly inched Ian’s hand down his
torso, across his pectorals, on route to his groin. Nick’s
abdominals quivered. Although, he guided Ian, Ian wasn’t fighting
the direction. “Are you sure?”
     
    Ian’s fingertips paused at
the waistband of Nick’s pants. “Honestly, I’m not sure what scares
me more. Following through…or stopping now.”
     
    Nick wrapped his fingers
around the nape of Ian’s neck. Ian’s skin was hot. Breaths blended.
Regardless of the consequences, Nick was going to kiss him. “We can
always stop…but we can’t go back.”
     
    Ian swallowed, and his
tongue slipped out and wet his bottom lip. “Okay.”
     
    Nick touched his mouth to
Ian’s, only the slightest pressure. A kiss to test. Nick believed
Ian when he claimed he’d never kissed or touched a man intimately.
A first encounter could be freeing for a gay man. But without
patience and foreplay, there wouldn’t be as much pleasure as there
would be pain. Nick remembered his first. Sometimes he’d rather
forget.
     
    Nick didn’t want that for
Ian. Didn’t want it for himself. Tilting his head to the side, Nick
glided his lips over Ian’s. “Kiss me.”
     
    Ian opened his mouth. And
Nick sank into Ian’s wet heat. Tongue rubbed along tongue. Nick
pivoted, backing Ian against the wall. A moan erupted from Nick’s
chest. The spark of want blazed into an inferno of need. For too
long he’d wondered how Ian’s lips and body would feel against his
own. Ian braced his hands on Nick’s hips and rocked his pelvis into
Nick’s. Mouths sealed, chest to chest and cock to cock.
     
    The hard ridge of Ian’s
erection ground against Nick’s aching cock. Ian nipped at Nick’s
lips. Ian wasn’t hesitant or reserved. He kissed rough and deep.
Wild and possessive. His tongue thrust into Nick’s mouth, sucking,
tasting, demanding an equally aggressive response.
     
    Nick broke the kiss and
gasped. “Holy shit.”

     
    “ Yeah.” Ian leaned his head
back against the wall and closed his eyes. Only the sound of their
breathing filled the room. The intensity crackled in the air. This
was really happening.
     
    A few moments passed,
neither speaking. Putting an inch of space between them, Nick
reached for the hem of Ian’s shirt. With a tug, he peeled the
fabric over Ian’s grooved stomach, unveiling his corded abdominals,
and broad chest. He lifted it over Ian’s head. A fine trail of
silken hair, slightly damp with perspiration, dusted his
pectorals.
     
    Ian’s gaze locked on Nick.
Ian didn’t smile, didn’t move, yet Nick