For a moment, Joe caved. For a moment, his lips touched…

““For a moment, Joe caved. For a moment, his lips touched Casey’s, and he tasted. Casey’s mouth opened under his eagerly, and Casey groaned, pulling Joe close and closer, and Joe plundered him. Oh God… the taste of his mouth, the feel of his jaw under Joe’s hands, the feeling of his hard, tight body, lithe and pliant against Joe’s heavier mass… it was heaven. It was perfect. Joe’s aching erection was suddenly grinding up against Casey’s groin, and Casey was hard and thrusting back. And that was when Joe grew truly awake. He didn’t kick Casey out of bed this time; this time, he scrambled back himself, panting for breath. “No!” he said, feeling like the skin had peeled from his lips when he’d torn their mouths apart. “Why no?” Casey demanded, sitting up in bed. He was wearing soft cotton shorts with boxers underneath, oh thank heavens, because the thought of him rubbing against Joe naked… Might make Joe come without touching himself, for one. “Because… oh God. Because—” “You wanted it!” Casey accused, not giving an inch, and Joe had to concede. “Of course I wanted it!” Oh God, so badly. “You’re beautiful, Casey—your body is tight and perfect. Do you think I wouldn’t want you?” “Then why not? Dammit, for years, I was too young, but I’m not too young now, am I? You wanted me, and you wanted me bad. Tell me you want Lynnie that way! Tell me you groan and beg and tell her what you want and what you don’t. I live in this house, Joe, and I’ve heard your noises at night. God! I’ve jacked off to them for the last three years, and nothing I’ve heard, nothing, sounds like what you just begged from me right now!””

— Amy Lane