✨Fic Update: In Technicolor—Ch.6: Secrets You Keep (Reggie)✨
Crowds finally catching up with us now that it was safe on the track, they came down in gobs hanging onto the sides of their rides--girls standing straight out the top of moon roofs while guys held on tight to the interior oh-shit handles while pressing up against the side doors. Swarmed as they reached us, I found Pretty Boy among them. Smiled brighter with more than just the lingering thrill pulsing in my veins when the distance between us closed.
Hands taking hold of my face on either side, he brought me in for a kiss that was all tongues, hot breath, and bites to each others lips. Fuck, he was good at this. Little devil, he'd done this before and I couldn't be hotter under the collar for him. Growling at the fingers tugging at the roots of my hair, I pulled away some. Looked at him in a way that let him know he was in trouble. Loved how Pretty Boy grinned that cheeky fucking smile knowing exactly what I was going to do to him.
"Name...?" I implored, politely. I may be itching to savage him but I could be a gentleman.
"Trevor." Kissing my chin with a suck at the end, I was almost hypnotized by those baby blues. "You?"
"Reggie?" Trevor purred, his hands slipping into my back pockets to give my ass a squeeze. "I like it. So Reggie, you free tonight? And tomorrow morning?"
His heart-shaped lips curled in the corners. "On?"
"Good thing for you I run track."
"And I'm a medaling swimmer."
"Then we can settle the score on who's got better endurance, swimmers or runners." Squeezing my cheeks again through the rigid denim that was getting pretty tight now up front, Trevor batted his lashes at me. Worked me like I worked my cars. He was really good. "You game?"
Gripping his hip hard, I couldn't help how jazzed it made me feel seeing this guy just melt into my touch. So close. He was so close to perfect. I knew it was fucked up using him as a stunt double for the person I wish was standing in front of me. I felt like shit every morning after each hookup. But I couldn't stop myself. My urges and desires were beyond me now and it was this or lose a friend. My best, dearest, and most treasured friend. So I again, I exercised caution and was responsible. Picked the boys that looked like Archie but weren't Archie. The "almosts but not quite's." And Trevor was a near perfect almost.
Dipping my head down, I kissed him good. Long and slow. Made sure Trevor was chasing my tongue with a sigh when I pulled away. Looking at him now, I felt that knife in my chest twist when instead of blue I saw molten amber. Golden caramels with flames of orange instead of serene aquamarine.
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