I think about it for a moment because he deserves that. A well-thought-out answer. “I want you to have a safe space to be just you. To get to kiss another guy because that’s who you’re attracted to. I want to do that, knowing I’ll never tell anyone or hurt you. I won’t take advantage of you, but also . . .” I stop for a minute and then sigh, adding, “I get my confidence back that Kennedy took. I’m worried maybe she was right. And I want to do better. I trust you more than anyone.”

He studies me carefully. “So we’re each other’s safe space then.”

It’s not a question, but I nod in answer anyway, smiling because that’s exactly it. “Yes. I can do this for you, and I’m hoping you’ll do it for me.”

That seems to satisfy him as his lips meet mine again, and the kiss turns from tentative to hungry. I’m the first one to go for his shirt, and I remove it easily, taking in every solid muscle that flexes when he settles on my lap. My shirt is next, and his hands move over my skin carefully, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch me.

I can’t have that.

I take one of his hands in mine and drag it over my chest and the trail of hair from my belly that disappears into my jeans. “You can touch me. Anything you want on me. Touch. Feel. Do whatever you want.”

I notice his chest is puffing with air, his breathing heavy as he explores my torso with his hands and his eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

I can’t lie and say that doesn’t make me puff up with pride. I work out a lot, and so does he. Both our bodies are built from hours spent in the gym and playing sports. I slide my hands over his back. “So are you.”

He smiles shyly at that and then goes back to kissing me, our cocks grinding together, both hard, mine leaking in the confines of my jeans and briefs.

I want to get totally naked, and I also want him to. But I think it might be too fast and too much for him, so I let him take the lead. We kiss, grope, and grind against each other, panting and salivating for it.

“Oh fuck, Kingston. That feels so . . .” He gasps, and I bite his earlobe with a smile as I thrust my cock against his, feeling my balls tighten.

“Yeah. So damn good. I’m close. Are you?”

He nods, his forehead dragging against mine as he looks between us at our laps, our cocks pushing against our jeans. “Fuck. So close.”