“Let me help you.” Collin dropped a hand down, grasped Tristan‘s wrist again and gently pulled it out of Tristan‘s jeans.
Tristan looked down and shut his eyes. His body shook with urgent need, fear, anxiety.
“Have you ever been with anybody?” Collin dropped his head and peered into his face.
Shaking his head, he mumbled, “No.”
Collin shifted his stance and studied him as if trying to decide what to do next. “Would you like to be?”
Lifting his head, his gaze rose to meet Collin‘s eyes. “Yes.”
Collin‘s expression softened. “I wouldn‘t mind being with you.”
An unbearable ache grew in his chest, in his gut. Did he really hear him right? “Why?” Tears pricked at his eyes and his lip trembled. He fought against it.
“Tristan, please, don‘t cry.” Collin‘s hand rose up and rested on Tristan‘s cheek.
He looked away, biting his lip. “I‘m not.”
Leaning over, pulling him close, Collin‘s lips kissed his eyes, one after the other. “It‘s like I‘ve been saying all along. I like you. I‘m…I don‘t know, enthralled by you.”
“But why me?” His gaze drew back to Collin‘s eyes. He held his arms down stiff at his sides as if it would keep his emotions from boiling over.
Collin shrugged. “Why not?” His gaze roamed over Tristan‘s face, his hair, his chest. “You‘re a really good looking guy and quite frankly, you turn me on. Obviously you like guys, right?”
He nodded and tensed his face. “I‘ve always liked guys, but I thought that was wrong.”
“Depends on who you talk to.” Collin released him and took his hand. “Come lay down with me and we‘ll talk.”
A shiver shook through his spine. “Lay down? With you?”
A soft grin spread over Collin‘s lips. “I won‘t bite and I promise not to do anything. Well, unless you want me to.”
He let out a long exhale and gathered his courage. “Okay.” He let Collin lead him to the bed.
Collin climbed up and lay down on his side across the bed, making room for him. He patted the empty space next to him. “Come on.”
He hesitated and climbed up on the bed to lie on his back beside Collin. He let his gaze wonder up to Collin‘s stunning face, so close to his.
“Is it okay if I touch you?” Collin smiled, a wide, lazy smile. “I mean, more than I have already?”
He nodded, keeping his gaze on Collin‘s face. “Yes.”
Collin‘s hand lifted and lowered to rest on Tristan‘s stomach.