Bryce Huttner wasn’t looking for a one-night stand or a backroom fling
when he agreed to go out with Jamie and Maddy, two of his closest friends, to
the local club. But, when he encountered a charming stranger on the dance
floor, the man was almost enough to make him change his mind. That was
until the encounter was cut depressingly short.
When they eventually met again, Bryce was surprised to see that Felix’s
interest in him had not wavered at all. Felix seemed determined to win
him over and had a never ending supply of horrible pick-up lines at his
disposal.
Bryce quickly found himself torn between holding strong and giving into
the desire to let Felix pick him up for real.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
“If I kissed you, would you punch me?” Felix asked. He
looked down at Bryce where they stood outside his front door.
The porch light Bryce had turned on before he left shined
down on them.
Bryce laughed, low and breathy, and watched the way Felix’s
eyes went dark. Felix’s hand on his shoulder tightened before loosening.
“Maybe,” Bryce said. He wasn’t serious, but was somehow
unable to keep from teasing Felix. Low heat curled in his stomach, anticipation
running high through his veins.
“Cold and cruel. Not sure if I want to risk it when I know how
vicious you can be,” Felix said. He swooped down and did it anyway.
Felix’s mouth was soft against Bryce’s, his lips thin but
soft. When Bryce opened his mouth for the welcomed thrust of Felix’s tongue, he
tasted faint traces of chocolate and coffee. The kiss went hot, but stayed
sweet with Felix in control, his mouth a hair shy of too gentle as he tangled
his fingers in Bryce’s hair. Felix tilted his head and changed the angle of the
kiss, made it deeper, hotter, a shade or two rougher, and Bryce groaned into
it.
Bryce finally pulled back far enough to look up into Felix’s
eyes. He stared at him, searched his gaze for a moment, and then had to admit
he’d already made his decision. He’d made it as soon as Felix asked him out.
“Come inside with me?” he asked softly.
Felix’s eyes went wide then narrowed slightly. “You sure,
Bryce? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, I don’t want casual
sex with you. If we do this, then I want us to do it right.” Felix’s face was
serious, gaze sharp and attention focused.
That same warmth curl worked its way through Bryce’s chest,
all because Felix wanted what he wanted. It was glorious.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure. We want the same thing, and we’ve known
each other for months now. I’m tired of not admitting what I want, tired of not
having you when it’s all I think about,” Bryce said, his voice low and steady,
his gaze direct. He wasn’t ashamed of what he wanted, not now, not ever.
“So, I guess it’s safe to say those lines actually did
work.” Felix grinned down at him, expression delighted, but filled with heat.
“Shut up,” Bryce said. The words came out as more of a huff
before he reached up and pulled Felix back down into another heated kiss.
Felix ended the kiss then, pulled back and nudged Bryce
forward to unlock his door. While Bryce was busy, Felix slid up behind him and
dropped nipping kisses on the side of his neck. Bryce shivered and fumbled with
his key as Felix chuckled, low and warm, behind him until he finally managed to
get the door open.
He gestured for Felix to wait on the porch for a second as
he slipped inside. He petted Snarl, reminded himself to introduce the two of
them later, and then let the dog out into the fenced in yard. Felix waited for
him underneath the light of the front porch. When Bryce got back, he noticed
the way Felix looked, hair disheveled and mouth slightly swollen. Bryce
couldn’t pull him forward into the house and another kiss fast enough.
They were noticeably wilder then. Their hands roamed over
each other as Felix closed the door with his foot, and crowded Bryce against
the nearest wall. Felix tugged at Bryce’s shirt until it slipped out of his
waistband, and wasted no time in getting his hands on Bryce’s skin. He traced
his way across Bryce’s stomach and up his chest. Felix raked Bryce’s nipples
with his nails. Bryce gasped and bucked his hips up as he broke the kiss. His
cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he panted up at Felix.
“Bedroom.” Bryce practically rasped the word out. He groaned
low and deep in his throat when Felix’s mouthed at his neck, his tongue skating
along his skin before he nipped him sharply.
Bryce pulled Felix’s shirt completely off then tugged at the
fly of his pants as they stumbled towards his bedroom. Felix’s hands were just
as busy, and by the time they managed to get to Bryce’s room, their shoes and
socks were abandoned somewhere behind them. They stood at the end of his bed,
panting, and stared at each other for a moment, and then Felix moved. He pushed
Bryce, who fell back against the mattress, legs splayed and pants riding low on
his hips.
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