Free Plan B by SJD Peterson Page B

pullover hoodie, faded jeans, and dammit did he look good with his aggressive demeanor and flushed face.
    “What the hell do you want?”
    “Why haven’t you been answering my text messages?”
    He crowded me, pushed me back from the door, and closed it behind him. His eyes scanned the small space over my shoulder; once satisfied we were alone, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to shove me up against the door.
    Before I could respond, he smashed his mouth against mine, a hand against the door on either side of my head, creating a cage around me. He nipped and licked at my lips but I refused to open to him, my body rigid and unresponsive. At least the majority of me stayed that way—below the waistband responded to his nearness, the spice of his cologne, and his demanding kiss. I tried getting my hands up to his chest to push him away, but there was no space between us, and he refused to budge.
    Giving up on my mouth, Lance growled and kissed his way along my jaw to my ear. “C’mon, Danny, I’m real sorry about the other day and I’ve missed you. Just one kiss.”
    I moved my hand from his stomach to his crotch, and he wasn’t kidding that he’d missed me. He was hard as a rock. He groaned when I squeezed the hard bulge. “You missed me, did you?”
    He nodded against my neck and then pulled back to meet my eyes. “Yeah, I did. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I last saw you.”
    When he pressed his lips to mine again, I opened my mouth and invited his tongue in. While I let him set the pace of the kiss, I rubbed my thumb back and forth against his straining erection. I was excited to see him, and the fact that he was so eager to see me and kiss me only added to the enthusiasm. However, I’d had nothing but time to think of him over the previous four days and I needed to know. I wasn’t about to let him get me all worked up and just leave me hanging again.
    I kept my hand on his crotch; with the other, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around one of his wrists, pulled his hand down, and pressed it against my own hard prick.
    I got my answer.
    Lance jerked away and stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet. His eyes were wide, a panicked look on his face as he wiped a hand over his mouth.
    “I thought so,” I hissed. I reached behind me and turned the knob, opening the door without taking my eyes from him. “Get out.”
    He stood there clenching and unclenching the hand that had been pressed against my dick. That, combined with the expression on his face, flat-out infuriated me. “I said get the fuck out!” I roared.
    My anger seemed to break through his shock and he took a step toward me. I sidestepped him and pulled the door open further, using it like a shield between us.
    “I’m sorry. I just need a minute, is all.”
    “You don’t need a minute. I can educate you in seconds flat. I’m a man. Not only am I a man, but a gay man. Not a chick, not some delicate girl you can seduce. A fucking man!” I pointed to the hallway. “Class dismissed.”
    His eyes darted to the hallway and he took a step. I thought he was going to leave, but just as I was ready to hit him in the ass with it, he grabbed the door with both hands, ripping it from my grip and slamming it shut. He then leaned back against it, blocking any escape I might have entertained.
    “Danny, dammit, I’m sorry.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I know you’re a guy, I just….” The hand in his hair went around to the back of his neck, rubbing. “I just wasn’t expecting that. That’s all.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “Expecting what? That a guy has a dick? You sure didn’t have a problem with this guy touching yours.”
    Lance dropped his arm and his shoulders slumped. “Can we please just sit down and talk about this?” His eyes were pleading when he repeated, “Please?”
    God, I was such a pushover. I stomped over to my bed and sat on the edge. I was tense,