Bryan leaned into the touch, just enough that John could feel it. He took the invitation and moved in closer, touching his lips to Bryan’s again. After a moment, he felt Bryan smile against his mouth and drew back, lips curving up in an automatic response. “What?”
Bryan smiled wider. “I was just thinking about what you said a little while ago,” he said, “about how I made a pretty big assumption about you the day we met.” He tilted his head and lifted an eyebrow. “I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to be wrong in my life.”
John laughed and wrapped his arms around Bryan, pulling him in close and kissing him again. He slid both hands into Bryan’s hair so he could tilt his head into the kiss. He felt Bryan spread his hands across John’s back, and as their tongues met between their open mouths, Bryan let out a soft moan deep in his chest that set John’s entire body on fire. He forced himself to back away and look into Bryan’s wide, dark eyes. “I’ve always been an upfront kind of guy.” He could hear the arousal in his own voice. “So I’m going to be perfectly clear here. I like you. A lot. I want to follow this wherever it goes. But I don’t want to rush you. Hell, I don’t want to rush me, either.”
Bryan grinned, and before John knew what was happening, he was on his back on the sand, Bryan lying half across his chest with his hands holding John’s head, kissing him like his life depended on it. It was John’s turn to moan, from surprise as much as from the taste of Bryan’s mouth and the feel of his body. When Bryan broke the kiss, John stared up at him, stunned.
“I agree,” Bryan said, his rapid breathing and flushed cheeks the only obvious sign that the kiss had even happened. “Slow and steady. We both have things to work out. But I gotta say, I really, really like kissing. So can we do a lot of that, at least?”
John laughed and lifted his hand to grasp the back of Bryan’s neck. “All signs point to yes,” he replied, and then they didn’t talk again for a while.