Beau Tyed

I look over at Beau wondering what’s going through his mind. He isn’t looking at me. In fact, it’s like he’s avoiding looking in my direction. 

“Ready to head up?” he asks.

“What?” 

“You’re quiet. Which means you’re either bored or tired. Either way, I’m saying we get out of here. Besides, it could give a good message that maybe we want some private time?” A nervous smile crosses his beautiful mouth, the mouth I now see in a whole new light after that kiss. My lips still burn with the earlier contact.

“Yeah, okay,” I answer, my voice squeaking, and I pray that Beau didn’t hear it. 

I take the hand Beau offers and we make the rounds saying goodnight to the important members of the party. Thankfully, I’d not encountered Jeanine and was hopeful she’d already left the party.

We walk up to our room, hand in fucking hand, my heart thundering in my chest. It feels so good. It feels so right. 

Suddenly Jeanine and her Russian boyfriend pass us on the stairwell. Her boyfriend scowls slightly (I’m guessing because Jeanine told him we’d once bumped uglies) but Jeanine looks at our clasped hands with a mixture of shock and jealousy. I smile back at her, praying she keeps quiet and I find myself wishing this charade with Beau was real.

This is a charade, right? Beau is acting, right? There is no way that kiss downstairs, or that he is holding my hand right now means anything, right?

We finally get to our room and I open the door. Pushing it open widely, I gesture for Beau to step in. He does and my heart pounds when he doesn’t let go of my hand as he steps over the threshold. I follow him in and close the door behind us and quickly find myself pressed up against it, Beau still clutching my hand. 

The semi in my chinos no longer is. It’s now a full-blown hard-on. I don’t know what in the hell Beau is up to. I’m simultaneously thrilled and terrified. 

Thrilled because it’s as if my deepest, darkest secret wish is about to come true.

Terrified because if anything happens, I could lose my best friend.

So I wait. 

Breathless. 

* * *

Beau

I don’t know what came over me.

Actions and words that were just supposed to help my best friend out of a bind are suddenly the most powerful thing I’ve ever felt.

And now I have Ty pinned against the door… under my body. Without witnesses. Without show. Just us. 

Here’s a guy I’ve looked at my whole life and never have I seen him in this way. With this need. 

I drop Ty’s hand and brace myself against the door with a hand on either side of his shoulders, caging him in. Our chests are pressed tight, our hips separated by mere inches. I could… could… push myself back. It wouldn’t be an effort really. But I wouldn’t dare. 

With our faces so close, I can feel his breath on my neck. Looking into his warm brown eyes, eyes I’d seen my whole life, I see a spark in them. A spark that I now feel in my own.

My mind is swirling with thoughts and my heart with feelings. My lips are zinging with need. My heart is pounding louder and harder than the beat of the music outside our window at the party below. 

A small voice in my head tells me I’m drunk. A louder voice says this is what I’ve been looking for my whole life.

I can’t hold back any longer. 

I need to kiss him. 

I need to confirm what I’d felt earlier.