Chapter Five
They’d made it to the bed before James stopped to think. Was this finally it? Could he stop holding himself back or would this night be the first time he wasn’t left frustrated as Kurt walked away? He groaned as Kurt pulled his shirt off, nearly ripping the garment in his effort. If this wasn’t the time, he had to know, now, before he couldn’t stop himself.
“Wait. Slow down,” James said. He pushed Kurt back and scooted up on the bed until his back rested against the headboard. “What are we doing?”
“I…I thought it was pretty obvious,” Kurt said. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”
There. In that moment, the lost man-child he’d first kissed in the locker room looked at him with wide, hurt eyes, as if expecting that he too would push him to the side if he didn’t do everything
