“I do,” Nathan told him, and he kissed his jaw, the short sideburn in front of his ear. “And I know you do.” He squeezed Wes’s d**k for emphasis and got another breathless laugh in reply. “But I don’t want to rush through this. I don’t want you to think it’s just s*x for me.”
“I don’t think that.” The hand in Nathan’s boxer briefs slipped free and caressed its way up his stomach, around his waist, pulling him closer, hugging him tight.
“Can we wait?” Nathan asked. “Just until you’re mine, all mine, and he’s out of the picture?”
“Nathan,” Wes sighed. “He mostly is.”
Nathan stared into Wes’s light eyes. I don’t want to be like him, though. I don’t want to jump into this and have you think that’s all I want.
“I want him gone completely,” Nathan murmured. “We’re out of high school no
