Liam doesn't fold

Liam’s hand tightened on Bret’s warm inner thigh as his palm slid against the sheer nylon. The pulse in his chest thrummed as his fingertips gripped Bret’s leg. Bret's eyes focused as he saw the look on Liam's face.

"Fold? Not tonight," he said as he placed a hand behind Bret's head and gently pulled.

It was a deliberate and slow move, giving Bret all the time in the world to pull away. Liam’s gaze dropped from Bret’s surprised eyes to his lips while his own lips parted as he leaned in. In Liam's eyes, his lips connected to his girlfriend, Britney's.

Her mouth was warm against his as he held her in place, his tongue slipping into her mouth.

The slide of his tongue against hers was a release of that previous tension he had been attempting to ignore all night. His fingers, still gripping her thigh, registered a slight tremor that ran through her. His thumb stroked the back of her head and deepened the kiss for just a moment. He felt the slight stiffening of her shoulders ease, her tongue pressing against his.

Liam pulled back slowly, just enough to break the seal of their lips, his breath still mingling with hers. His eyes focused on hers, seeing a flicker of something unreadable in them. Her chest rose and fell quickly, a shallow breath escaping her parted lips.

She didn’t say anything, nor did she move her hand, gripping Liam’s shoulder. Liam could feel his own heart hammering against his chest, his cock throbbing painfully against his jeans.

"Looks like I won," Liam said between breaths.