Chapter 11

“When did you know you were gay?” The hushed question floated across his ear, Xander’s mouth skimming along his neck, his jaw, even his earlobe.

Aaron swallowed, trying to wet his dry tongue and throat. He wanted to turn around and indulge in another long kiss, but he was too comfortable, too secure, against Xander’s broader body.

“I knew when I developed my first crush on another guy. I was thirteen, and I thought you were the most wonderful thing I had ever seen.”

Warm breath had never felt so exquisite against his skin. “Crushes are like that. You never see the bad for the good.” His hand drifted lower, cupping Aaron’s balls while his thumb combed through the dark hair at the base of his cock. “I was a coward. I knew I was gay, but I was too chickenshit to do anything here. And it took me nearly a year after I moved to New York before I had the nerve to ask another guy out. You’ve got me beat by a mile.”