Setting Fire to the Stars (a MM Sci-Fi Romance)

Chapter 14: Trepidation

**(note: this chapter contains mild sexual elements, physical violence, profanity, gore, and blood)**

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Peter
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I am going to strangle Whitt and his brother with my bare hands.

My heart raced wildly in my chest as I stomped down the stairs, blood pumping loudly in my ears and other parts of me. My lips tingled from the barest brush against his own, the pleasing scent of vanilla hanging on my clothes.

He'd said yes.

My heart was raising hell, all the blood in my body going south as images of those pouty lips and gorgeous eyes spun through my mind like a record on replay. Lauren beneath me, his slender body perfect under my hands, his face pleasantly flushed. I loved the way he was so wonderfully pliant beneath me, the way his mouth dropped open as I thrust my hard length against his made me want to throw caution to the wind. The swollen length of my cock throbbed in interest against the seams of my pants, a grunt leaving my throat.

He'd said yes!

Christ, I had to get my shit together now, or I really would just turn right the fuck around and take him. I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my entire life. Fucking a bunch of one-night stands used to get the job done, but not anymore. Now that I had a taste, I didn't think that I could ever go back. Tracing those small freckles that scattered across his shoulders was my new purpose in life. That expectant look in those captivating grey eyes shook my crumbling resolve.

Readjusting my strained jeans, my steps quickened as I jogged downstairs. Whatever those damn twins wanted, and it better be fucking important. The quicker I dealt with them, the sooner I could get back to the man waiting for me. God, he'd looked sinfully good under me. His scent alone had made me feral, the man looking as though he was made to be worshiped under my hands. He hadn't pushed me away. He hadn't said no. Instead, the sweetest of moans had fallen from his pretty little lips at the friction between us. He'd lost his composure because of the pleasure I gave him.

The dreams I'd kept locked away of stolen kisses and wishful touches were nothing compared to the real thing. Nothing mattered to me more now than marching right back in there, stripping his clothes off, and tasting each and every inch of him—

Fucking hell. Keep. It. Together.

Now I wasn't a novice when it came to sex. Being the quarterback of Winchester Prep's football team had come with many perks, one of them being that I had the attention of nearly every girl in the district. Straight Peter could have any girl he desired.

Not-So-Straight Peter had only ever wanted him. So what was my deal? Was I gay? I still got it up for girls, so I wasn't completely turned off to them. Maybe I liked both? What was the word for that? Bi? Did that make me bi now? Not even that, but since when was I unable to control myself around him? I normally had a leash on these emotions. These feelings. . . I didn't even know how to describe them. From the tent I was pitching, it sure seemed a hell of a lot like desire.

Exiting the stairwell, I stepped out onto the ground floor of the Foundry to find Whitt standing by the front door holding one of those solar-powered lanterns. Shadows flitting around the dark foyer in the light of the small device, the eerie silence making me feel like I'd just stepped onto the scene of a horror movie.

The offending blond glanced my way. I pinned him with a glare, knowing he was the reason that I was no longer up in that loft with my lips on Lauren's.