He tugged, and Skye tensed. Oh dear. Theory was one thing; now it was time to put that theory into action. It was always the scariest moment. But he took a deep breath and shifted closer. When he would have pulled his hand away, Liam held onto it. The power in that move made Skye's stomachflip.
"Lessonnumber two."Liamsmiled, looking amused again as he leaned forward. Skye leaned back almost instinctively. "Have youever beenkissed?"
Skye made a scoffing sound. "That's ridiculous. Of course I have." He'd kissed his mother plenty of times, and Lindy was forever giving him smacking kisses on the cheek and there'd beenone girlinhighsch-
"I mean a kiss not from a relative or a friend. Preferablynot froma girl, either. A realkiss, Skye."
Oh. Skye's eyes narrowed and he finally shrugged once. "Not exactly. I was busywith..."
"School, yeah. I know. Well, you're not busy right now, and I'mnot busy, so how about that's next on the lessonplan? A proper kiss for Skye."
A proper kiss. Skye had to admit he was very much looking forward to this part. Kissing had always looked like a lot offun.
Their lips brushed, and Liam slid his other hand around to rest on Skye's back, holding him in place. Skye trembled, but didn't jerk away like his instincts said to. It was very intimate, the way Liam's mouth rubbed against his own, the way his hand splayed on Skye's back to keep himfrompullingaway.
"Relax," Liam whispered against his mouth, then pulled Skye a little closer.
His whole world tilted a bit when Liam deepened the kiss, kissing him more firmly, with purpose. It was delicious and intriguing, and Skye found himself, as usual, taking notes and measures and memorizing everything about the kiss, Liam's lips, and anything else he found relevant. He hoped the other man didn't mind being scrutinized because putting things under a microscope was kind of the way Skye worked and how he learned best.
He hadn't been prepared for the riot of feelings and sensations and, yes, emotions, though. He was having trouble quantifyingthe whole process inthe moment.
Then Liam's mouth opened and his tongue--rough and damp and sort of slick--stroked over Skye's lips and, well...he forgot what the word quantifying even meant. It felt decadent, the slide and rasp of the other man's tongue against his mouth, the way Liam sort of sucked Skye's lip against his tongue and nipped. Oh, wow.
A few seconds later, the kiss half-broke, and Liam smiled against his mouth. "Open, Skye. Let me in."
Ohh. Oh jeez. He felt stupid, having been sitting there just enjoying the rub and stroke ofthe other man's tongue. He nodded, lips parting. It wasn't his fault. Liam was making it very difficult to concentrate. His free hand was fisted in his lap, the string of his hoodie wrapped around it, but Liam took that hand, too, and brought bothup around his neck, thenlet go. Skye took the hint and leaned a little closer, hands now clutching the other man's broad shoulders.
Goodness, he was very muscular under his shirt, more so than Skye had imagined. Immediately, his mind was flooded with images of Liam shirtless and the knowledge that it would happen was intoxicating. Yet another result he hadn't been fully prepared for was the speed at which the roller coaster he'd set in motion was now barrelingdownthe tracks.
Thank goodness he'd hired a professional conductor or this might well be the most terrifying experience ofhis life.
His attention shifted as Liamdipped his tongue into his mouth, and the first touchagainst Skye's owntongue sent a shockwave through him. He couldn't help it when he gasped and pulled back, panting. Liam gave him a concerned look.
"Are youallright?"
Skye nodded, rubbing his palms against his jeans again. "Yes. I'm fine. I just...it's very overwhelming. I didn't expect that."* * * *
Liam chuckled, drawing Skye closer again. "No? Did you assume that pleasure was something you could measure and control, professor? Like one of your equations?"
He reminded Liam of some of the other guys with the agency, the ones who were working to put themselves through college. He liked to sit with them sometimes and listen in on their brainiac conversations. He didn't consider himself stupid, not even close, but everybody always had something to learn, in his opinion, so whynot payattention?
Skye peered at himfrombehind his glasses. Aman who wore Buddy Holly glasses perched on his rather large nose shouldn't be as attractive as Skye was. But damned if he didn't make Liam's cock sit up and take notice.
"Maybe. I didn't think it'd get out of hand so quickly."
Liam grinned. "Out of hand? You haven't seen anything yet."With that, he bent and took Skye's mouth again. Ridiculously pink lips were now flushed almost red fromthe kisses and parted easily this time, as Liam kissed him.
He didn't want to freak the guy out, but who thought they could control kisses and pleasure? Someone who'd never felt any, that's who, and it made Liam feel sort of bad for him, while at the same time it turned him on. He'd never been anyone's first, though he'd heard stories of clients who used the service for just that purpose. Like losing it to a pro was a rite of passage or something. Liam didn't quite get that, but who was he to judge?
But this call was different. In the past year and a half with the agency and allthe tales that got told after a long night when a group of the guys would go out for breakfast at the GoldenNugget, nobodyhad mentioned the possibility of an adorable, socially stunted scientist wantingLiamto teachhimhow to be a gayman.
Whenthe kiss broke,
