Plan B by SJD Peterson Page A

out.”
    “I know I don’t want that.”
    I tipped my head back and blew out a breath. Good God, the man was going to drive me to drink. One more deep breath. “So what do you want from me, Lance? My turn for a little truth here. What I’d like to do with your sexy ass goes way beyond what’s proper in public, but I’m not going to pretend I’m a chick to make you feel more comfortable with this. You can’t have it both ways.”
    Lance stayed in the same position, head hanging, staring at the floor for long moments. It was a lot to think about, I knew that. I liked Lance well enough. He was a little strange at times, but he was hot and intriguing. I was a horny bastard and loved a challenge, so fuck yeah, I was more than willing to educate Lance on the awesomeness of male-on-male action. Friends with benefits worked well for me. However, I wasn’t going to suck his dick or fuck him while he hid behind closed-eyed fantasies of being with a chick. If that’s what he was looking for, he’d be better off looking for some little co-ed who was willing to strap one on.
    Finally, after what seemed like hours—but was in actuality only minutes—Lance lifted his head, a smile curling his lips. “You think my ass is sexy?”
    A small giggle escaped me since I wasn’t expecting that response. I rolled my eyes as he waggled his brows at me. “It’s not bad,” I deadpanned.
    He got up from where he was sitting on Bo’s bed and moved to mine, sitting next to me. “You can’t take it back now. You said, and I quote, ‘your sexy ass’.”
    “Yeah, yeah, so we both seem to be attracted to each other. Question is, what are you going to do about it?”
    Lance didn’t answer with words. While he’d been quietly staring at the floor, he must have come to some conclusion, because he leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine. It started as a gentle brush of lips, no tongue or teeth—tender. I wasn’t passive but I didn’t set the pace either. Lance kissed my top lip, the corners of my mouth, and then pulled at my bottom lip with his. I hummed when he added his tongue into the mix. The sound must have encouraged him, as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, not letting me pull back from the kiss. He needn’t have worried. I sucked at his tongue, adding mine into the battle, which pulled a moan from him as the kiss became more and more aggressive.
    I wasn’t gentle when I grabbed the back of his head in return and tugged at the silky strands, pulling him back and following him with my mouth. I pressed and pulled against his body until he was lying on his back and I was leaning down over him. My dick twitched in my jeans as my arousal renewed. I released the hold I had on his hair and ran my fingers along the thick tendon on the side of his neck, down his chest, and over the ridges of muscle on his stomach. I didn’t stop until I reached the waistband of his jeans. I lifted his sweatshirt, the tips of my fingers seeking out the warm flesh beneath. He shuddered beneath me when I moved back up his body, my palm soft against his heated flesh. I reached up and pinched and tugged at his left nipple until it was an erect nub, and then moved to the right, giving it the same treatment, all the while kissing him.
    When I ran my hand back down his chest, I pulled back to look at him. Lance’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing labored through parted lips. I wanted to see his face, look into his eyes as I touched him and I wanted him to see me . “Open your eyes, Lance.”
    He slowly complied, blinking, his eyes heavy with lust.
    “Keep them open,” I murmured as I popped the button on his jeans.
    He nodded; his breath hitched when I eased down his zipper and released his straining prick. “Ah, yeah,” he moaned as his hips lifted off the bed when I wrapped my hand around his length and began stroking him.
    “Feel good?”
    “Fuck, yeah.” He snapped his