“Let me just kiss you,” he said, and pressed their lips together again. Curtis didn’t protest or offer a blow job again, even though the more they made out, the more Lyndon was getting desperate enough to just tell Curtis what he was in for and see if he was still offering. When he slid a hand down to the side of Curtis’ ass, though, Curtis pulled back.
“What the hell are we doing,” he said. He suddenly sounded uncertain, wary.
“Not into it anymore?” asked Lyndon, hurt and relieved at once and trying to make light of it. The smile he offered felt forced.
The way Curtis looked at him cut. It was like he was worried, or afraid. Lyndon shifted to put more distance between them and let go of Curtis’ arm.
“No,” said Curtis. “But you’d be.”
Lyndon frowned, but Curtis didn’t give him a chanc
