Will.3

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Will hadn't quite caught up to me yet. Maybe he thought I was going to try and smother him with a couch pillow. He wiped his eyes with one hand, still laughing a little bit, and looked up at me.

I kissed him.

All these feelings came rushing through me too fast to distinguish one from another, and they formed a tight pulsing ball in the center of my chest. Together they sang at me, "What are you doing?"

The kiss was brief, maybe only a second or two longer than that first one. Will giggled when our lips separated. I couldn't watch him smile and not smile back. How could anyone, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and that one dimple appeared, just on the right cheek?

“Was that okay?” I asked quietly. “Can I do it again?”

He nodded, still laughing a little. I leaned in again and this time Will met me. His lips were like I remembered from that surprise kiss, full and firm. There was—Will's hands came to rest at the back of my neck—nothing wrong with this. I don't know why, but that feeling of This is okay was super liberating. It was like a huge worry, one that I didn't even know I had, disappeared.

And then Will made this sound when he kissed me that seemed to come straight from his chest. I kissed him harder; I wanted to hear it again and let it wrap around my brain. It was like Will couldn't help it, like it was just that good to kiss me, and that set me on fire.

Touch him. That's what I needed to do more than anything else. Just touch and touch and touch him. My breath came faster as I pulled my shirt over my head; I was burning up. Will helped me the rest of the way and tossed the garment on the floor. The look on his face, that heavy-lidded wanting, only validated my determination that I needed to be on top of him.

"Yours, too," I said against Will's mouth. He lifted his shirt over his head from the collar and tossed it to the side, and finally our skin could really touch. Will was hot, sweaty, alive. He was trembling as bad as I was.

The thought sprang into my mind like a scientific hypothesis: What would he do if I touched his penis? I had to find out. Lucky for me that Will was wearing his warmups still, and there were no zippers or buttons to deal with. Any obstacles and I probably would have thought better of slipping my fingers into the waistband. Will’s whole body jerked when my hand closed around his shaft. He was already halfway hard, and his head fell back when I squeezed.

“Your dick is hot,” I murmured. I would have looked at it, but Will was holding me too tightly. I shifted back in his lap a little bit so I could move my arm.

“Mmph,” Will grunted as I started to jack him. Gently, because we didn’t have lube or lotion or anything. Even though the motion was familiar, touching his hard dick was so different from mine. Veins in slightly different places. No curve. I knew he wasn’t circumcised because we’d been in locker rooms at the same time, but like, touching it was so strange. Exciting.

Will’s hands wandered over my sweaty back, gripping and stroking me in time with his kisses. He was so gentle with me even as his breathing got faster, like he was afraid I’d crack if he got rough. He made this incredible sound when I rubbed my thumb over his cockhead; his whole body went concave and suddenly he threw his head back into the couch cushions, going, “Oh shit, sorry, shit,” and there was hot jizz splurting against my hand and onto my bare stomach between us.

I was a little disappointed, but only because I wanted…it…to last longer? What? I stared at the gooey drips on my hand, marveling at how fast I went from “Will’s not gay” to jerking him off because he laughed at my tantrum. Frickin crazy.

"Uh, uh," Will stammered, wiping ineffectually at the mess on my stomach, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…sorry."

"Hey, it's cool," I replied, backing off a little bit so he could sit up. He was being all squirrelly. It was like he forgot that I was the one who stuck my hand down his pants.

"No, I'm sorry, it's just…" Will wouldn't meet my eyes. He wiggled out from underneath me, pulled his pants up, and stood. "I, uh, gotta go. Sorry."

This whiplash change of character was so stupefying that I let him get all the way to the door before I said something.

"Hey!"

Will paused. He turned, gaze still fastened to the floor.

"Are you seriously going to leave me like this?"

Glancing at me, Will's eyes caught sight of my obvious erection and—was that the beginning of a smile I saw? He shuffled a little bit.