Chapter 12

“Yeah,” Duke mumbled, his voice as slick as hot butter. “I’d like that an awful lot.”

Bryson wrapped his other arm around Duke’s neck and hooked his hands together. He didn’t have to move much in order to grind against Duke’s crotch, so when the motion caused Duke’s lips to part and Duke’s breath to hitch, Bryson did it again. Then again. Then he couldn’t do it because Duke had put both hands on his ass and pressed the two of them together even tighter. Duke lowered his head and kissed Bryson on the mouth. It was a light, questioning kiss, but it deepened when Bryson responded. Duke’s tongue tasted like sweet, cheap, peppermint candy, and for some reason, that taste instantly became one of which Bryson couldn’t get enough. He wound his tongue around Duke’s, laced his fingers through Duke’s hair, and kissed Duke hard. And he kept doing it until they both had to pull away for air.

“That’s nice.”