His eyes closed and he pictured himself riding alongside Gene, easing through the traffic like a pro. His dick twitched and he slid his hand down to cup his erection through his jeans. A groan escaped his lips as he rubbed himself, his mind full of Gene. Never in his life had he wanted a man this badly. It was almost a need by this point. Just one touch had ignited something in him. Lust coursed through him and he literally ached for Gene.
His eyes popped open and his hand flew from his groin at the sound of a gasp. He paled, seeing Gene standing by the door, a white T-shirt in one hand, his jacket off now, showing the sleeves of his T-shirt rolled up, stretched across his biceps. Gene’s dark eyes flashed and Billy trembled.
Oh, God, did I make him angry? What the hell was I thinking? It didn’t matter what his sister thought, Gene was straight. He had let his guard down and he was in deep shit.
“Fuck, I am so sorry,” he said, holding his hands palm-out. “I can get out of here now. I am…Shit, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He swiveled in the seat and swung his leg back over so he was facing Gene with both feet on the ground, his left hand draped over the handlebar. He stayed seated, but if he had to run, he was ready.
Gene’s long legs swallowed the floor as he moved to stand in front of Billy, putting his hand over Billy’s on the handlebar and the other on the leather seat next to his hip, effectively stopping him from getting off the bike.
“Wha…what’s going…on?” he stammered. Gene’s face was only inches away and all Billy could do was look at his full, pink lips.
“What were you thinking?” Gene’s voice was hard.
Fear crept down his spine and his mind spun as he searched for a way out, his eyes darting around him. “Gene, listen, I’m heading out. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.”
Gene grabbed Billy’s wrist.
“I asked…what were you thinking about? Just now.”
Billy froze. There was no fucking way he was telling a straight man that he was imagining what it would be like to be bent over this bike and taken for a ride by Gene. God, he still couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Nothing,” he answered, averting his eyes.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice almost a growl.
Billy sighed, knowing he had to tell him something. Hadn’t he just admitted earlier that he was tired of pretending to be something he wasn’t? Fuck, may as well tell the truth and get the beating over with. He breathed in deeply. “You really want to know? Really? Because I don’t think you can handle it.” His voice rose as he spoke.
Gene chuckled. “I can’t handle it? Who won’t look me in the eyes?”
Billy fidgeted on the bike and finally forced himself to look into Gene’s eyes. Bad idea. Those deep brown eyes only turned him on more, until he was so hard he was throbbing against his fly. This was getting him nowhere. “Fuck it,” he muttered. “You really want to know what I was thinking?”
Gene’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t move away, didn’t say anything.
“Let me lay it out for you, tough guy. I’m gay. A homosexual. Yeah, that’s right, buddy, so better not touch me or you may catch what I’ve got!” He laughed at the absurdity of that and focused his attention on the Goodyear calendar on the wall. “And I was imagining you doing all sorts of hot, sexy, dirty things to me right here, like bending me over this damn bike and taking me right now!” He exhaled loudly and turned his gaze back to Gene. “So, you want to hit me? You want to beat the hell out of me? Make me stop being gay? Go ahead. I’ve heard it all.”
Gene stepped in closer, forcing Billy’s legs farther apart, until his face was only an inch away.
“What are you doing?” Billy whispered, trembling.
Gene didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, his eyes searching Billy’s, and brushed his lips softly across his. Pleasure zinged through him and Billy gasped. Gene brought his hand up and cupped his chin, his thumb caressing the soft skin as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Billy’s once again. He was gentle at first; soft, sweet kisses that slowly heated through him until he was moaning against Gene’slips.
This was the best kiss of his life. Is this what it’s supposed to be like? God, his lips were so soft and strong. He tilted his head back, letting Gene’s hand slide back to cup his neck while his other hand held his shoulder.