...“Are you always so impatient?” Jason barely moved to look up at him.

What little self-confidence Seth had, drained from him. He sank to the step and buried his head in his hands. “I’m the novice here. I don’t know what to do.” All he knew was that he wanted to do this. He had to do this. It was his choice, his life, and he was damn sick and tired of having denied it all these years.

“What would you do if I was one of your many female conquests?” Jason asked.

There’d been a lot of those. Too many to count. “You can hardly call them conquests when they all threw themselves at me. Football player was just another notch on their bedposts. I’d get their panties off and fuck ’em. Sometimes I didn’t bother with taking the panties off. I’d just shove the crotch aside.”

“And when you took your time?”

“Can’t say that I ever did.” Seth didn’t even want the hassles that came with them spending the night. “I’m not much on relationships. In, out, and on my way. Too much drama otherwise.”

Jason gave a slow nod. “Understood.”

Jason’s shoulders lifted on a deep breath, then eased down. It felt like a wall descended between them. Seth struggled for something to say, but words escaped him. Was it the women that bothered him? How could he explain it was just fucking for the sake of…fucking? He’d stuck his dick in something, had bodily contact, came and went. Maybe…

“I used protection,” he blurted. “I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried about.” The words came out sounding defensive. Now Seth was shoring up that wall between them.

“Good to know.” The corner of Jason’s mouth lifted in a half-assed smile. “And I wasn’t worried about it. Because even if you hadn’t been careful with them, you are going to be careful with me.”

“So that means we’re going to do this.” Seth’s heart raced. Cock filled, ready for action.

“Perhaps.” Jason shrugged one shoulder. That tiny smile played around his lips, then disappeared completely.

Seth’s heart plummeted.

“I like to take my time in bed. Sweet, slow lovemaking. Peeling off the clothes and exploring every inch of skin we both have. Licking, kissing, stroking, plunging fingers deep while a tongue takes a leisurely trip up one’s dick. Gliding over each other until we’re hot enough to set tinder ablaze. Then fucking each other hard and deep, coming again. We’d be spent after that, the sheets damp with our sweat…but never our cum because we would have licked up every drop. Maybe we’d fall asleep spooned tight. Maybe we’d drag ourselves to the shower and soap all those places we kissed…and come again.”

Seth struggled to keep his breath even, but his quaking body wouldn’t let him. He flexed his fingers against his thigh, wishing they were wrapped around his burning cock. Wishing Jason would yank down his zipper and suck his cock hard. Dive those long fingers into his jeans and squeeze Seth’s balls until they burst. He sat there paralyzed, the words dancing through his head while the image they invoked played havoc with the rest of his body.

“If it was a quick fuck I was after, I have a hand for that,” Jason said. “I want a night to remember. If you want that, too—”

“I do,” Seth gasped.

“Good.” With his gaze locked onto Seth’s face, Jason uncapped his water. He closed his eyes as he brought the bottle to his lips. Seth’s balls tightened with every dip of Jason’s Adam’s apple. A satisfied ahhh followed when he finished draining the bottle. A sound too much like sex.

Seth bit back a whimper. His balls felt like rocks, his cock so close to coming Seth was afraid to move, knowing the slightest touch would set him off.