Brandon bit his lip. “I wasn’t sure I would. And I definitely know I shouldn’t.”
Tim’s dark eyes fixed on him, intense and hot. “Then why did you?”
How could he explain? He couldn’t really say, Because you’re the guy I had a huge crush on in high school who wouldn’t give me the time of day, and now you want to fuck me.
In reality, Tim still, even now, didn’t know Brandon Collins, the lonely, dorky kid from high school, at all.
“I guess…I just want to know.”
“Want to know what?” Tim raised his hand to cup Brandon’s jaw, and he grazed his thumb along the little bit of stubble growing there. Brandon’s cock instantly went rock hard.
He swallowed. “What it’s like to be fucked by you.”
Tim grabbed Brandon’s pale-blue tie and loosened it, then spun him around to face the bed. Brandon nearly face-planted, but he braced himself with his hands on the edge of the bed, his body bent obscenely so that his ass lined up with Tim’s crotch.