Wheels Up (Out of Uniform 4)

“You about to kick me out, or could we maybe watch a movie?” There was an edge of vulnerability to Wes’s expression, a hint of softness around his eyes that made Dustin nod.

“Yeah. A movie would be good. Get your mind off things.” Dustin framed it like he was doing Wes some favor, instead of the truth, which was that he desperately wanted Wes to stay. Arm still around Wes—apparently it had a new favorite spot and wasn’t leaving it—he grabbed the remote with his free hand.

“That one.” Wes pointed to a recent blockbuster, not their usual classic sci-fi. “I’ve been wanting to see that one. The main guy reminds me of you.”

Dustin’s skin heated as he clicked play. He wasn’t sure what to do with that compliment. He liked knowing that Wes thought about him way too much. He shouldn’t be encouraging whatever this was, should tell Wes...what? To think about other guys? Not a chance.

Using Dustin as his pillow, Wes put his feet up on the end of the sectional, getting himself all arranged like a dog about to nap as the opening sequence unfolded. Dustin was way too distracted by the armful of Wes to pay attention to who the bad guys were.

“Comfortable?” Dustin’s other arm came around Wes, holding him close.

“Very.” Tipping his head back, Wes brushed his lips over Dustin’s chin. Huh. Guess that answered the kissing question. “You’re a good friend,” Wes whispered.

“I’m really not,” Dustin said softly. A good friend wouldn’t lead Wes on. A good friend would be able to give him everything he needed, everything he deserved.

“Yeah, you are. You knew what would help tonight.” Wes stretched, eyes telegraphing his intent long before his head moved, and Dustin had plenty time to pull away.

But he didn’t.

God, he’d waited years to know what this was like, wanted Wes for months, wanted his first kiss with another guy to be him. No way was he pushing him away now, even if that would be the sane thing to do.

Wes’s mouth was as soft and lush as it looked. But firm too. Commanding. An edge there that wasn’t present in other kisses Dustin had had, and oh, he liked that. Very much. Wes’s chin was bristly against Dustin’s, and the rasp of stubble made Dustin shiver. Wes took ownership of Dustin’s mouth painstakingly slowly, little brushes of his lips, a flick of his tongue against the seam of Dustin’s mouth, little sips and soft sighs that completely undid Dustin.

The angle was awkward, and Wes spun in Dustin’s arms, chests colliding. Dustin loved how warm and strong Wes was, how...substantial he felt in Dustin’s embrace. Solid. Something Dustin could cling to even as he came apart. It felt both new and foreign, entirely out of his prior realm of experience, but also like he’d been kissing Wes for years. This kiss said, “Hello, I’ve missed you, I need you,” all at once, a language and rhythm that felt as familiar as his favorite pair of jeans.

When Wes deepened the kiss, tongue searching for Dustin’s, he moaned. Yes. This. This was what he’d waited for. This was the answer to every question he’d had about himself.

“Like that?” Wes’s blue eyes sparkled, earlier sadness gone, replaced by an almost palpable desire.

“You know I do,” Dustin growled.

“Good. Don’t want you freaking out.”

Wes kissed him again, this time more forcibly, tongue fucking its way into Dustin’s mouth, lips sucking and claiming. Dustin felt like one of Wes’s explosives, just waiting for the right spark to set him off, and completely dependent on Wes’s whims. Which seemed to be more kissing. Dustin was used to kissing as an entry point. A way station along the path to other, more fun activities, but Wes’s mouth made it clear that he was going to stay awhile and that Dustin was just going to take it.

Wes’s hand snaked under Dustin’s tee even as he continued to plunder Dustin’s mouth. Pushing him back against the couch, Wes made a possessive little noise that made Dustin’s dick throb.

Fuck. They should not be doing this. And he should not be loving it. He groaned in frustration, both at Wes for making him wait through endless kisses and at himself for loving this. He needed to put a stop to this. Now before they went further.

“Wes...”

Wes pulled back, brushed a hand down Dustin’s face. “Don’t say no,” he whispered. “Please. Not tonight.”

Chapter Eleven

Wes could tell by the determined set to his jaw and the weariness around his eyes that Dustin wanted to pull away. And Wes wasn’t going to go for the hard sell, but he also was loath to stop. Kissing Dustin was the only thing that had made sense since his phone call with his mother.

He fucking loved how Dustin kissed—like Wes was an amusement park ride and he was strapped in, waiting to see what Wes had in store for them both. He wasn’t passive, exactly, but he was pliable in a way that went straight to Wes’s dick—and his head. And he wanted more.