Page 64 of Familiar Things New

Andrew laughed a bit in response. “Why?”

Still smiling bashfully, Edwin shrugged. “It’s strangely endearing, is all.”

Andrew’s face warmed.

Some minutes passed while they sat in silence together. Andrew’s chest began to swell, a definitive feeling of fondness coursing through him with each beat of his fluttering heart.

He and Edwin stole glances at each other. Edwin’s cheeks were pink. Probably Andrew’s were as well. After a while longer, Andrew moved his thumb, rubbing Edwin’s leg. He and Edwin locked eyes.

And Andrew immediately knew what he wanted them to do next.

“Edwin, I want to kiss you again.” He raised his hand to cup Edwin’s cheek. “Can I?”

Instead of replying, Edwin leaned in and caught Andrew’s mouth in a kiss. Andrew let out a contented hum as their lips moved together. Hooking a hand behind Edwin’s head, he threaded his fingers through Edwin’s soft blond hair.

All of a sudden, Edwin slid onto Andrew’s lap. Andrew moaned into Edwin’s mouth, his cock beginning to stiffen.

But then his stomach seized, and he broke their kiss.

“Sorry,” he rasped out. He shifted on the cushion. “We can stop if—”

Edwin’s mouth slammed into his, cutting him off. Andrew chuckled. Perhaps Edwin hadn’t been as bothered by his very noticeable arousal last time as he’d feared.

They continued to kiss. Edwin began rocking his hips, massaging Andrew’s erection in the process. After only a couple of thrusts, Andrew’s pleasure started to climb, his engorged cock begging for release.

“Edwin,” Andrew breathed in between kisses. “Wait.”

Edwin pulled back. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, not at all, but I . . .” Andrew adjusted himself over his pants. Even that bit of friction sent him closer to the edge. “Edwin, you moving like that, it’s . . . a lot. I’m not sure if I can take it much longer. Even kissing you like this, I might still . . . come.”

Andrew’s face flushed from his own admission.

Edwin’s eyes flickered to Andrew’s crotch and then back up. He wet his lips.

“Are you . . . asking me to stop?”

“I, uhm . . .” Andrew shook his head, his cheeks burning. “I’m not sure what I’m asking, exactly.”

Edwin’s eyes fell to Andrew’s bulge and then moved back up to his face.

Through a shaky exhale, Edwin asked, “Maybe you could . . . I mean, do you think we should . . . ?” He paused, and his throat bobbed. “Do you want to pull down your pants? Or . . . unbutton them, at least?”

Andrew’s stomach shot up into his throat. He somehow managed a nod.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes, I-I’d like that. Just a second.”

Edwin climbed off of him by hoisting himself back up onto the armrest, and Andrew quickly shrugged off his suit jacket and threw it onto the floor. Next, he unhooked his suspenders, and then he began unfastening the buttons of his pants. His heart hammered more ferociously as he worked each one. Once he finished unbuttoning them, he moved to his drawers. After the third and final button, his cock sprang free. Without even a thought, Andrew palmed it and stroked himself a couple of times. Finally, he looked up at Edwin, whose eyes were large and wild and fixed on the sight before him.

“Do you want to take yours off, too?” Andrew asked. “Or unbutton them, like I did?”

Unblinking, Edwin only shook his head, his movement barely even perceptible. He inhaled a noticeably shaky breath. On the exhale, he looked up into Andrew’s eyes.

“Andrew,” he said, “can you . . . touch yourself some more?” Pink bloomed on his cheeks. “I want to see you come.”

Andrew hitched a breath. Good God, he wanted that. He wanted to come. And he wanted Edwin to watch him come, too.

“What about you?” Andrew asked in a whispered tone.