“If it helps you get back into control I’m willing to…do things, but no penetration. I’ve done it a couple times and—” His face scrunched. “Not a fan.”
Not a fan? A couple of times?Nash was going to die. He needed to fuck Arlo, properly, it was how it worked. Or he assumed it was how it worked because it was what his mind told him to do.
He filled his lungs, scenting acid on Arlo. Fear? Sex caused fear? His chest started vibrating before he could check himself.
“I don’t want an ‘I’d be willing to’ I want you to want to, for real.”
“Oh…” Arlo looked lost. “Well…You’re a handsome guy, and you promised you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to, so I should want to…right?”
Oh God, Nash wasn’t sure he had the sanity for this. “Kiss me.”
“What?” Arlo jerked.
“Babe…” Nash slid his hand up Arlo’s thigh, not groping, just a gentle caress. “There is no ‘should want to,’ okay?”
Arlo nodded, his pale eyes wide.