Maybe that was the solution to this current dilemma. Get in there, sit down and throw himself into it.
He was moving before he knew it. Both beer bottles were put on the coffee table and his leg was thrown over Andrew’s lap so Brian was straddling him, facing a very stunned and gaping Andrew.
“What the—”
Brian cupped Andrew’s face and kissed him.
Finally. Fucking finally, he was kissing Andrew. And it was horrible.
Andrew wasn’t kissing him back. He was frozen stiff, lips two hard barriers so it felt like Brian was trying to pash a mannequin.
“Fuck you, Fitzroy,” he growled against that rock-hard mouth. “Kiss me back. Please.” The plea came out like a whine, cracked and desperate.
“Shit,” Andrew hissed, and then he kissed Brian back.
Brian almost tumbled off him in surprise, but Andrew’s arms snapped shut around him and held him close. His mouth was hot and insistent, those hard lips suddenly soft but forceful as they moved over Brian’s. There was indeed stubble, as he’d imagined, and yes, all the moving parts were the same general shape as a woman’s, but no other kiss in all of history could have ever been like this.
Electricity shot through Brian’s spine, the voltage doubling when Andrew sucked on his lower lip, his tongue skating along the trapped edge. Brian whimpered and wound his arms around Andrew’s neck. He found Andrew’s top lip and mimicked the move, his whole body humming in pleasure when Andrew shuddered and moaned. Emboldened, Brian licked at the gap between his lips and Andrew opened further. Their tongues met somewhere in the middle and the first touch made Brian’s dick jerk, and he lost all grip on reality when Andrew stroked his tongue with his own, drawing it into his mouth. Andrew sucked on his tongue and teased his lips, then finally delved into Brian’s mouth.
Brian was helpless. He was weightless and lead all at once, feeling like he was floating, but heavy against Andrew’s big, solid body. His cock was thick and hard and he didn’t remember the stages in between limp and this. Everything was upside down and perfect. Andrew’s tongue was licking inside him, his hands were pressing firmly into his back and, holy mother of god, that was his big fucking dick poking into Brian’s groin. A realisation that made Brian moan and his entire body heat instantly. He’d made that erection.
Mind blown, he rubbed against it and kissed Andrew deeper.
Kiss me back. Please.
The most perfect four words ever. Andrew had never thought to hear Brian say something like that to him, period. That he had, after spilling all the sordid details about Eliot, made it even more of a miracle.
The only thing more perfect, more extraordinary, than those words was the action itself.
Andrew hadn’t kissed Eliot’s mouth. Hadn’t actually kissed him anywhere, and he was so bloody grateful for that, because this, with Brian, was his first and he never wanted it to end. The way Brian was physically trying to climb into him, grasping at his shoulders, arms, neck, hair, and grinding himself down on Andrew’s cock, it felt like it never would. Andrew lost himself in kissing him, in tasting and touching and claiming.
Brian’s mouth was searing hot and glorious, his tongue a taunting challenger and the sounds that came out of him, that Andrew hungrily drank down, were the most erotic and beautiful music to ever hit his ears. It thrummed through him, redirecting all of his blood down into his dick. The rapid stiffening of his shaft made him lightheaded with relief. It had barely taken a minute of kissing to get hard, not song after song after song of rubbing and grinding. And fuck, Brian’s cock was right there with his, easily detectable through his shorts.
Then Brian started rocking on him.
“Fuck,” Andrew moaned against his lips. “Yeah.”
Brian chuckled low and seductively, then dived back into his mouth, rolling his hips and driving Andrew totally insane.
Two could play that game.
Andrew slid one arm under Brian’s arse and lifted. Standing, he twisted and dropped Brian onto his back on the couch, intent on following him down and giving the doctor some of his own medicine.
With a wild yowl, Archy shot out from under Brian and tore away. He knocked the beer bottles off the coffee table and Brian lurched to catch them, accidentally pushing Andrew roughly. Andrew managed to stagger away from the glass-topped coffee table, but still landed on his arse on the floor. Brian’s legs were on the couch, but his torso hung off it, two bottles, mostly upright, in his hands.
Breathing hard in surprise and ebbing lust, Andrew stared at Brian, who stared back in a similar state. They burst out laughing at exactly the same moment.
“Did you know he was there?” Brian struggled to keep from sliding off the couch onto his face while his hands were full.
Andrew took the bottles from him. “Not a clue. I was . . . distracted.”
“Yeah, you were.”
They cracked up and Andrew helped Brian up. Standing there, chest to chest, Andrew’s stomach rolled nervously. Would it be awkward now? Brian chewed on his lower lip, then smiled.
“I’ve been wanting that ever since Wednesday night.”
Eyebrows hitting his hairline, Andrew asked, “Really?”
“Yeah. I don’t know why exactly. I think maybe now that I know it’s okay, I’m kind of very attracted to you.”
“Now that you know it’s okay?”
“I don’t know how else to explain it. Before Monday . . .” He shrugged. “I don’t want to say there was nothing there. Probably there was, but I didn’t know it. Then you said you loved me, and I freaked, then I thought about it, and saw you half naked, and suddenly, you were, I don’t know, available, or something. So, I let myself feel it.”
“And I thought I was confused.”
Brian shoved him and went to walk away, but Andrew caught his wrists. Slowly, he pulled Brian’s arms around his waist and stepped up to him. When he let go, Brian’s arms stayed there and he titled his head back to meet Andrew’s gaze.
“I’m trying to make sense of this,” Brian said softly. “There’s not a lot to be found, so you’re just going to have to deal with whatever half arsed explanation I can muster, okay?”
“Okay. Can we kiss again?”
Brian made a show of thinking about it, until Andrew growled, then he smirked and nodded.
Hands cupping his best friend’s face, Andrew leaned in and kissed him. Soft and tender, like a first kiss should be, testing the reaction. Brian made a sound that might have been Andrew’s name or a sigh, but he pressed into the kiss, his body bending into the curve of Andrew’s, giving himself over to the moment. That electric connection zinged instantly back into life. Andrew wanted to let it overwhelm him again. He wanted to open Brian’s mouth and rediscover how amazing it was, or rub his lips over the stubble on his chin. Maybe nibble his way along his jaw and suck an earlobe into his mouth. But he didn’t do any of that.
“Why did you stop?” Brian sounded dazed and reached to pull Andrew back to him.
“If I don’t stop, I won’t stop.”
“Who’s not making sense now?”
Andrew picked up the rescued beers and went into the kitchen. His dick was still mostly hard, even after their disaster cat had foiled things, and he needed a moment to let it settle down. “I mean that I’m very close to ripping your clothes off and doing things to you I don’t really know how to do.”