Slowly, Charlie fisted his cock, watching Bryce lick his lower lip at the same tempo he pulled on his shaft. “It wasn’t just because it was my first time, was it?” It was the burning question of the week for him. “Last Saturday. It wasn’t so fantastic because I’d waited so long to experience it. It really was because it was you and me, wasn’t it?”
Bryce didn’t answer immediately. He pushed his sweats off and lifted his shirt overhead, giving Charlie a chance to return the appreciative stare. He straddled Charlie’s hips and fell forward, catching himself on his hands with his mouth only an inch away from Charlie’s.
“It was all you and me. I’ve been with plenty of guys, Charlie, and it’s never been like that before.”
The heat overwhelmed him. From Bryce’s skin, the weight of his body, the intoxicating shine in his eye. Charlie skimmed his fingertips up the other man’s spine, shivering himself when the muscles rippled with each soft touch.