We got busted at the stairs that led to my flat. I’d suggested we avoid the knowing looks and smirks from everyone in the shop and go straight around the back. But Gabe was there having a cigarette and wore a shit-eating grin when he saw us. “Going upstairs for anything in particular? You boys look like you’re in a hurry.”
Andrew stopped and stuffed his hands in his pockets and kind of hid behind me waiting for me to speak. I deadpanned, “Yeah, I feel much better now, thanks for asking.”
Gabe snorted and nodded to my apartment. “About to feel a whole lot better, I’d guess.”
Andrew gently pushed me toward the stairs, following close behind. He cleared his throat. “Gee, I’d really love to stay and chat.”
Gabe laughed, and I let myself be ushered up the first few steps, when we heard Lola. “Gabe, who you talking to, honey?”
Gabe madly waved his hand up toward my door which meant go-go-go. “Get outta here before she sees you,” he whisper-shouted. Then he turned back inside the shop. “No one, babe. Just mumbling to myself.”
I took the stairs two at a time with Andrew on my heels, and by the time I got the key into the lock and we fell through the doorway, Lola called out, “I saw you Spencer! Gabe, what the hell?”
“Just giving my brothers a chance, babe,” Gabe answered. “Boys gotta look out for each other.”
“I owe you, man,” I yelled back before I closed the door behind us with a laugh.
Then it was just me and Andrew. And that made me incredibly nervous. I was already breathless. My smile kinda slid away, and I wiped my hands on my thighs. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure,” he said. I thought he might go into the living room, but he didn’t. He followed me to the kitchen. I mean, my apartment wasn’t big, but in that moment it felt claustrophobic. Like I could feel the heat of his body no matter where he stood.
I handed him a bottle of water and took a mouthful from mine to give myself a moment to get my hammering heart under control. But then Andrew licked his lips, leaving them pink and glistening, and then I lost all signal to my brain.
He put the bottle down on the counter at my side and stood right in front of me. He was close but not quite touching, and so in control, whereas I was breathing like I’d run a marathon. Andrew smiled and put his fingers to my chin and ran his thumb across my beard. He leaned in so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. “About that kiss…”
He slid his hand along my jaw and held my head, right where he wanted it. He brushed his lips against mine, almost but not quite, and I thought my knees would buckle. My heart was pounding so loud I think he could hear it. Then he touched his bottom lip to mine before pulling back just a fraction. My breath hitched, and he smiled. “My favourite part is the almost-kiss,” he whispered. “It’s intoxicating.”
He was using big words and complete sentences while my head was spinning in circles, and when he nudged his nose to mine, all I could come out with was, “I have a stupid brain.”
Andrew laughed, and I well and truly ruined the moment. Not that he seemed too fazed because he took my face in both hands and pressed his lips to mine. He opened his mouth and tilted my head, and when our tongues met, pure desire exploded in my blood.
I pulled him closer and kissed him harder, finally—finally—feeling him against me, tasting his mouth, drinking him in. He was heaven. This was what I wanted. Him. To kiss him like this whenever I wanted. I could feel his surprise at how fiercely I kissed him, but he soon relaxed in my arms and met me with equal fervour.
I could feel his entire front against me, and I had no doubt he could feel how hard I was. Knowing he had the same reaction to me spurred me on, and I couldn’t help but grind my hips into his.
He moaned into the kiss, and the sound went straight to my cock. I pulled our mouths apart and pushed him back just a little, putting some space between us. He looked confused so I kept my hands fisted in his shirt. “Don’t go too far,” I whispered, while trying to get my breath. I licked the corner of my mouth, and he watched my tongue. His pupils were blown, his lips swollen, and he looked so fucking hot. “Just need a second,” I told him.
He put his palm to my cheek. “Do you need some time?”
I laughed, embarrassed. “Only if you don’t want this to be over in about ten seconds.”
“Oh.” His eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while for me, and you’re ridiculously hot.”
Andrew laughed and ran one hand through his hair. “Well, the first kiss certainly wasn’t a fluke.”