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Bryce opened and closed his mouth, then returned to his wine. The food on both plates was utterly forgotten, and Bryce's eyes had a new shine in them. "You've been jerking off for the past two weeks to prepare for your date?"
"No. I've been jerking off ever since I decided I was going to come clean with you."
Bryce turned in his chair to face Charlie fully, tucking his foot under his knee to fit more comfortably. Charlie frowned, but he didn't move, or stop Bryce from cupping the back of his neck. His fingers almost felt cool against Charlie's flushed skin. Bryce leaned forward, his mouth coming within an inch of Charlie's before he paused.
"You should stop me."
"Because of Dean."
"No, he's not your boyfriend yet. But if I kiss you, I'm probably going to want to kiss you again. And again."
His throat tightened. "You've drunk your wine too fast."
"Yeah, I probably did. Doesn't change what I said."
"You're my best friend." Somehow, that felt like it should make a difference.
"Maybe that's why I want to kiss you senseless right now. Maybe it's that and the wine."
Charlie smelled it. And the Cajun spices from the fish. And the cologne Bryce preferred, the one that always made Charlie think of their hikes when he couldn't stop staring at Bryce's ass. They combined into a cocktail that made his mouth water, and he had to swallow before he did something stupid.
He just said the something stupid instead.
"Half the time when I jerk off, it's not because I'm thinking of Dean," he confessed.