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But more importantly… what is happening? We’re alone in Vex’s studio, making jokes while topless, and now he’s touching me. I’m getting a bit lightheaded from the excitement flaring up inside me.

I clear my throat. “Just to… clarify, is this you saying I have pretty skin, or is that a general statement? And if it’s you, is it because you consider it nice to tattoo over, make lamp shades out of it, or…?”

Lover, my mind reminds me, he suggested you’d be a good lover.

“Skin like this would be wasted on lamp shades. Maybe a nice set of pillows?” Vex muses, sliding his hand up my back, as if he wanted to count each vertebra. I can sense the warmth of his breath on my nape now, and regardless of my will, my cock has its own priorities, and is starting to react to the unexpected touch.

"So you can always have a piece of me in bed?" I utter, unsure anymore if I'm awkward, or if I'm flirting. I wouldn't dare look into his eyes right now. We’re already shirtless and he’s stroking me, which is further than I ever got with any other guy. But I want it. I want it so much that even if he laughs in my face, revealing it’s all a prank, I’d let him keep his hands on me.

But he is not stopping and stretches the strange moment of physical closeness far beyond the bounds of a joke as his scorching palms move down my flanks before settling on my hips. He gives my waist a squeeze. “I’d rather have all of you in my bed.”

I get so lightheaded stars twinkle under my eyelids, and I have to hold on to the chair.

This is happening.

It’s really happening.

He said what he said.

I can’t speak anymore. I’m too overwhelmed to think straight.

Chapter 3

Aaron

What do I know about Vex other than what I got from my general internet stalking? He used to be a burglar. He was in jail, for fuck’s sake, yet here I am, getting hard from his touch. I must have left my morals and convictions at the door, because my fingers slide over his hands.

Christ. They’re massive in comparison to my twiglets.

His laugh is hoarse and sounds like the rumble of thunder somewhere far away above a never-ending primal landscape. “Is that a yes?”

I don’t know the small print of what I’m agreeing to, but I nod. “Yes,” I barely manage to whisper, too shocked to think straight.

Vex. My crush of two years. Touching me.

Would he kiss me? I hope he’ll kiss me. Maybe I should kiss him?

He makes the choice for me by licking his way up the side of my neck while pressing his hips to my ass and in turn pushing my hardening cock against the chair. His hands wander across my stomach and roll over my ribs as he kisses me under the ear with a low grunt.

“Good boy. You look so preppy and polite, but I bet there’s a dirty mind underneath all that respectability.”

I might have been a sophisticated reader considering a Kafka-inspired tattoo when I entered his studio, but all that’s left now is a sack of horny bones. I push back against him with my lips trembling.

He’s got that right. I’m an absolute freaking pervert.

I want to melt into his hands, and I don’t care anymore who he is or what this could mean. He is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and if he wants me in his bed, then he just needs to point me in the right direction.

Will he... take my anal virginity tonight? Because I’m no top. I know that much.

My knees soften when I think of it, but it’s not like I have a chance to find a boyfriend anytime soon, so why not keep riding this crazy train? It’s not every day someone like me gets to have sex with a Vex-level hunk.

When his hips roll against mine, I feel he’s getting hard too. Because of me. Because of lanky, scrawny, awkward me. But when he speaks next, every hair on my body stands up in both alarm and excitement.

“You kinda remind me of professor Awford. All stern and polite until the angry artist yanked down his pants and showed him his place on top of the desk.”

Oh no.

He’s read it. He read my book. He wouldn’t have the time to scroll, but I did leave the document open on a steamy scene. Which means that he invited me here knowing that I am not writing the next Great American Novel but smut. Gay smut.