“If you want.” I palm my erection through the fabric, wound up from the high of winning the game and kissing him briefly.

He looks nervous as he shoves to his feet, pulling off his shoes and socks before pushing his own jeans to the floor and kicking them away. Both of us stand still in his shadowy room, staring at each other in only our boxer briefs. The only light is a sliver of a moon streaming through his one window.

I reach out gently, moving my hand over his lower stomach, noticing the way the muscles ripple. He’s hard, his cockhead poking out through the top of his briefs, and I take a deep breath. My finger glides over the wet tip, and he shudders. “Fuck, Kingston,” he breathes quietly.

“I only see you,” I say because I don’t want him to think I’m fantasizing he’s Kennedy or any other girl. That I’m telling myself it’s totally fine I’m fooling around with a guy because I’m thinking about a girl. That’s not what’s happening here, and I need him to know that. “Camden.”

I bring my finger to my lips, his precum clinging to it as I open my mouth and taste him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps.

It’s not bad. A little salty, but there’s a sweetness too. I grab the back of his neck and pull him to me, kissing him hard as we move back toward the bed, our bodies collapsing onto the mattress together, a tangle of long, strong limbs.

“We have to be quiet. I wouldn’t know how to explain this to my mom,” he says, and I push my briefs down to free my aching cock.

“Listen, your mom is hot, but I don’t want to think about her right now.”

He groans and playfully shoves me, but I capture his arms, maneuvering on top of him, his body pinned under mine and his arms trapped above his head. “Asshole,” he hisses, but it’s playful.

“I only want you right now. Don’t be jealous.”

He growls, but he’s not fighting me. I lean down and nip his bottom lip, making him hiss before leaning up and capturing my mouth, kissing me hard as if to punish me. Joke’s on him, though—it’s fucking bliss. I kiss him back, my free cock grinding against his covered erection, both of us grunting and panting as we writhe together and once again, fight for dominance.

His arms are pinned by me, but his fingers twine with mine, holding on tight. And I realize I am just as pinned as he is. “I want to feel your cock against mine,” I say breathlessly.