Chapter Seventeen
Eric was worried that Carter might die from laughing so hard.
Scott Hunter was center stage, wearing a very revealing elf costume. It consisted of tight, green shorts, a red vest worn open over his bare chest, a pointy hat, and curly-toed shoes with little bells on them.
“Ho-lee shit!” Maria yelled. “That’s a lotta Scott.”
It was definitely more skin than Eric had ever seen Scott flash outside of a locker room. He’d done some shirtless photo shoots, but the shorts he was wearing now were obscene.
The drag queen who’d been hosting the evening’s entertainment—Helen St. Mount—had just stuck a candy cane into the waistband of Scott’s shorts, which made Scott blush and Carter howl.
“I heard you’re getting married,” Helen said.
“Yes I am.”
“Well, that fucking sucks,” Helen quipped. Scott laughed, and the audience cheered.
“Sorry,” Scott said. The crowd was eating up the bashful sweetheart thing that Eric knew for a fact wasn’t an act. Once again, he was amazed by how far Scott had come in a couple of years. From being terrified that someone would figure out that he’s gay, to participating, half naked, in a drag show and making jokes about marrying his boyfriend. While Carter couldn’t stop laughing, Eric felt his own throat tighten a bit.
“He really fills out those shorts nicely, doesn’t he?” Kyle said into Eric’s ear. Eric tried not to react to the soft flutter of breath against his skin. It wasn’t easy. Just seeing Kyle again had nearly knocked Eric on his ass. He looked especially stunning tonight, dressed for the club in a tight, dark blue T-shirt with tighter black jeans, and his skin glistening a bit from the heat of the packed room.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied, as evenly as
possible.
“The hell you don’t.”
“I see that guy naked more days than not,” Eric reminded him. “He’s not gonna turn my head.”
Kyle winked at him, and Eric’s stupid heart did a backflip. He really did want to be just friends with Kyle, but it was hard to remember that when every part of him was aching to touch the man.
“Is your lucky fiancé here tonight?” Helen asked Scott.
“Yes. He’s backstage.”
Helen rolled her eyes and slumped over dramatically. “Fine. Bring him out, I guess.”
Kip walked out wearing a very baggy Santa costume, complete with a fluffy white beard. The crowd whistled and cheered.
“Hey,” Scott said, doing his best attempt at acting. “I think that was supposed to be my costume.”
“Oh no,” Helen said innocently. “Someone must have switched the names on the costumes.” She did an exaggerated shrug. “Oops.”
“You’re on the naughty list now,” Kip teased.
“Darling, I was born on the naughty list.” She turned to the audience with a game show host smile. “Isn’t it wonderful to have...” She glanced over her
shoulder at Kip.
“Kip,” he told her, laughing.
“Kip!” Her face fell into a scowl and she said, in a dark tone, “Kip.”
Kyle laughed loudly beside Eric, and Eric smiled. He was glad he came.
“Do you mind if I take some of this costume off?” Kip asked. “It’s kind of warm.”
“What do we think, beautiful people? Should he take off the suit?”
A loud cheer, and then Kip grinned and pulled off the beard and hat, and then the Santa jacket. He was wearing a black tank top underneath, which the audience appreciated. He dropped the baggy pants to reveal slim-fitting jeans. Eric had always thought Kip was a good-looking guy, but tonight he looked...hot. Scott was a lucky man.
Eric glanced at Kyle, because if Eric was noticing how good Kip looked, then Kyle must be in agony. But Kyle was laughing along with everyone else, eyes shining with amusement. He must have felt Eric’s eyes on him, because he turned his head, and the beauty of his smiling face knocked Eric breathless.
He turned his attention to the stage, where Scott was talking about the LGBTQ youth charity they were raising money for tonight. He was saying earnest things about the great work the organization did. Eric was proud of him. It was really thrilling to watch Scott be his true self, on and off the ice.
There were three drag performances after Scott and Kip left the stage.
Eric stood and watched them with the group they’d assembled for tonight: Carter, Kyle, Maria, and Matti. Scott and Kip joined them halfway through the second act. Scott had changed into jeans and a T-shirt.
“How’d I do?”
“That was fucking hilarious,” Carter said. “You’re a good sport, Scotty.”
Scott grinned. His eyes were bright and he was bouncing on his feet, as if he were filled with the same adrenaline that made him hyper after a big win.
“It was fun. I mean, I felt ridiculous, but it was fun.”
“You just like being ogled by a sea of men, admit it,” Carter teased him.
“I mean, I’m not going to deny it.”
Matti wrapped Scott in a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. He was one of the more physically affectionate straight men Eric had ever met.
“That was epic,” Matti said loudly. He said everything loudly, but at least here, in this club, his volume level was appropriate. “You are a legend.”
“I need a drink,” Scott announced. “What can I get you guys?”
“I’m going to head out,” Carter said. “I’ve got a Skype date with Gloria.”
“I am starving,” Matti said. “This place does not have food.”
“There’s a diner on the corner that has amazing food. Open all night,”
Maria said. Eric couldn’t help but smile when she added. “I could eat.”
Matti beamed at her and said, “Yes. Let’s go.”
Eric didn’t miss the giddy look Maria and Kyle exchanged.
“You coming, Benny?” Matti asked.
Eric glanced at Kyle, who had his eyebrows raised as he waited for the reply. “Actually,” he said slowly, knowing it was a terrible idea, “I think I’ll stick around for a bit.”
Kyle was glad Eric decided to stay, but he also wasn’t sure what to do with him. He’d thought this event would be the perfect place for Eric to cut loose a bit and maybe try to pick someone up, but now that they were here Kyle realized that Eric was probably never going to do either of those things.
Eric was talking to Scott at the moment, sipping a soda with lime. Kyle was watching the dance floor, which had gotten very busy over the last hour.
“I’m bored,” Kip complained in his ear. “Let’s go dance.”
“Scott won’t dance with you?”
“I think I need to lure him over. Come on, I haven’t danced with you in forever.”
Kyle smiled at his friend. It had been too long. “Sure. Okay.”
Kip grabbed his hand and pulled him into the throng of dancers. The music was loud and sexy, and he quickly lost himself in it. He loved dancing, and he loved Kip. And maybe his love for Kip wasn’t quite what he’d thought it was.
They were close together, arms and chests and hands brushing each other, but it was firmly platonic. They didn’t put their hands on each other, they didn’t grind into each other. They didn’t kiss. It was just...fun. And nice.
Two young, gay men being silly and having a good time.
As Kip had predicted, it didn’t take long for Scott to arrive on the dance floor. Kyle moved back so Scott could take his place. When Scott and Kip danced together, it was definitely not platonic. Scott’s big hands were gripping his fiancé’s hips, and Kip looped his arms around Scott’s neck and pulled his head down so they could devour each other for a while. Kyle decided to find his own boy to kiss.
As he was searching the floor for a potential partner, his gaze found Eric, standing alone against a wall. Watching. Kyle jerked his head toward the dance floor in invitation. Eric shook his head, which was annoying. What was the point of all the work Kyle had been doing with him if he wasn’t even going to try? At the absolute least he should enjoy the press of a hard, sweaty body against him on the dance floor. It didn’t have to lead to a hookup.
But if Eric wanted to be stubborn and lonely, then that was his problem.
Kyle had his own problems. Like whether to dance with the cute blond guy or the cute guy with blue hair.
Blue hair won when Kyle noticed he had a tongue piercing. It had been a while since Kyle had been with a guy who had one of those. The man smiled when Kyle locked eyes with him, and Kyle smiled back as he squeezed through bodies until he was standing in front of him. For the rest of the song, neither man said anything. Kyle was a good dancer—his years of racing down mountains had taught his body grace and agility. The other man was a great dancer. New York City was, Kyle had quickly learned, full of great dancers.
Partway through the second song, the man brought his mouth close to
Kyle’s ear. “I’m Jesse.”
“Kyle.”
Jesse grinned wickedly at him, then hooked a finger in one of Kyle’s belt loops, pulling their groins together so Kyle could feel the hard bulge there.
He probably shouldn’t be thinking about Eric at all right now. Not when Jesse was expertly grinding his hips into Kyle, and Kyle’s cock was plumping up in response. Not when Jesse’s hand slipped into the back pocket of Kyle’s jeans and his breath was hot on Kyle’s neck. But maybe
Eric could gain something from this.
Watch and learn, gorgeous.
Eric should leave. He should not be standing alone, watching Kyle make out with another man on the dance floor like a creep. But every now and again Kyle would make eye contact with him, as if inviting him to watch.
Maybe this was supposed to be another tutorial for Eric, but he wasn’t learning much. Except that he was really turned on by watching Kyle dance. And jealous from watching Kyle kiss someone else. And maybe turned on by that jealousy.
Eric was a bad person. Kyle just wanted him to relax and have fun, and instead Eric was standing alone, half hard, and staring daggers at a kid with blue hair. As if he were Eric’s competition or something. When Eric had explicitly told Kyle that he wanted to end the benefits part of their friendship.
This was ridiculous. Eric should have been in bed hours ago. He was sure Kyle wouldn’t mind if he slipped out. He knew Scott would be leaving soon; there was no way he was going to stay out all night when they had a practice the next morning.
All he needed to do was leave. Just tear his gaze away from Kyle’s beautiful body moving against the other man’s and leave. Even though his instincts were, terrifyingly, to march onto the dance floor and yank Kyle away from Little Boy Blue. Pull Kyle’s body against his own and let Kyle feel his arousal. Kiss him the way he’d been dying to for days.
Jesus. Eric was obviously way too horny to be thinking clearly. He inhaled deeply, commanding his libido to heel. This friendship with Kyle
had become a bright light in Eric’s life; something to offset the upheaval of his divorce and the anxiety he felt about his impending retirement. Kyle made Eric feel like his life wasn’t over, that he was simply about to turn a page. For the first time in over a year, he was excited about the future.
He wouldn’t ruin that.
He left as quickly as possible, barely remembering his coat. The frigid air outside would have reminded him quickly. He made it halfway down the block, not even sure where he was walking or why he hadn’t looked for a cab, when he heard his name. He turned to find Kyle running toward him with his jacket clutched in his hand. “Eric! Wait!”
Kyle caught up to him, his cheeks flushed and his breath huffing out in white clouds. Eric took his jacket from his hands and held it open for him to put his arms in the sleeves. It was way too cold to be outside in a T-shirt.
“Didn’t you have a scarf?” Eric asked, heart hammering against his ribs.
Kyle had come after him.
“What? Oh yeah. I did. I guess it’s gone now.”
Eric took his own scarf off and looped it around Kyle’s neck. He flipped the collar up on his coat, which was much warmer than Kyle’s corduroy
jacket. “Why’d you follow me out?”
“Why did you leave?”
“I’m tired. And you seemed...busy.”
“I thought you were going to dance.” Kyle’s bottom lip jutted out petulantly. Eric wanted to capture it between his teeth.
“You should go back in,” Eric said, arranging his scarf so it covered more of Kyle’s exposed neck and chin. “You’re young and I’m...” He sighed.
“Not. You should be having fun with that guy with the blue hair. Not worrying about me.”
“I’m not worried about you. I just...” Kyle’s mouth pinched, like he didn’t want to finish his sentence. “I wanted to dance with you. Or at least
watch you dance with someone else.”
“I’m not a good dancer.”
“As if I’m going to believe that! I saw you do full splits like three times during that game the other night. We need to get you on a runway. You could be death dropping all over the place.”
Eric smiled fondly at him. He liked how Kyle looked, all bundled into Eric’s scarf. “I have no idea what that means.”
“So much to learn,” Kyle sighed.
“I know.”
God, he was beautiful. His pale blue eyes sparkled as he worried his red, kiss-swollen bottom lip with his teeth. Eric hated that those plump lips were the result of someone else’s efforts, but not enough to keep himself from wanting to kiss him. To erase all traces of that other man.
Without even realizing what he was doing, Eric bunched the ends of the scarf in his fist and tugged Kyle to him, walking backward until Eric was against a wall. He watched Kyle’s face for one moment, searching for any signs of resistance. All he saw was Kyle’s gaze drifting to Eric’s mouth, and the tip of his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip.
Their mouths crashed together. Eric probably should have been embarrassed about his lack of control, but he didn’t care. He was frantic, needing to claim Kyle after almost losing him to some pretender with blue hair.
Not that Kyle belonged to him. At all. But right now, with Kyle matching his urgency as they kissed, Eric could pretend. Kyle pressed him hard against the brick building, wedging a thigh between Eric’s legs and letting him feel his arousal. Eric inhaled sharply and moved his hips to gain some friction against his own erection. Kyle moaned into his mouth, then broke the kiss and said, “Is that from watching me make out with another guy?”
Eric didn’t want to answer that. “Come home with me.”
Kyle grinned, then kissed him again. “My place is closer.”
“Your place has a roommate.”
“We both bring people home all the time. We’re used to it.”
Eric shook his head, frustrated by the time they were wasting. “I won’t be able to relax if I think someone is listening. My place.”
“Fine.”
Kyle stepped back, and Eric took his phone out so he could call his car service. When he ended the call, he noticed Kyle hugging himself, clearly
freezing.
“You need a parka,” Eric said.
“I have one, I just didn’t wear it because I’m an idiot,” Kyle said.
Eric wrapped his arms around Kyle’s shivering body. Kyle relaxed against him, and Eric closed his eyes. This was nice. They stood like that for a few minutes, not speaking. Kyle turned his head and nuzzled the side of Eric’s neck, which made Eric’s breath hitch.
“You’re warm,” Kyle murmured.
“Glad to be useful.” He wanted to offer to hold Kyle all night. He loved the idea of having Kyle snuggled against him while he slept.
“It might have been fun,” Kyle said, tilting his head up to grin mischievously at him. “If we’d gone to my place. Seeing if you could stay quiet. We could have made a game of it.”
“I don’t want to be quiet.” Eric was shocked by how gruff his voice was.
Kyle must have been surprised too, because his eyes went wide.
“Fuck. Where’s that car?”
Eric huffed and kissed him again. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this, how shamelessly he was behaving. Had he ever been so overcome with lust? He might go down on Kyle in the car.
A black SUV stopped on the street in front of them, and Eric reluctantly released Kyle.
“Oh,” Kyle said faintly. He stepped back and turned toward the car. Eric followed him, dizzy with desire.
He kept the middle seat between them. He didn’t trust himself to behave without the barrier. The partition was up between the back seat and the driver, but Eric wasn’t quite ready to become the kind of guy who had sex in the back of a taxi.
A soft moan from Kyle’s side of the car drew Eric’s attention. Kyle was sitting with his legs spread wide, turned slightly toward Eric, and was unabashedly massaging his cock through his jeans.
Eric watched him silently, hoping his eyes showed his approval. He idly thumbed his bottom lip as he took in the show. When had this become his life? He’d gone from very rare, extremely basic sex with his wife to no sex at all to...this. Being in the company of a gorgeous young man who was so hot for him that he couldn’t even wait until they were home to touch himself.
“Save it,” Eric heard himself whisper. “Wait until I can touch you properly.”
Kyle bit his lip, then said, “You can touch me right now.”
Eric shook his head. “Be patient. I’ll give you whatever we want when we get home.”
Kyle gave himself one more squeeze, then stretched his arm across the top of the backseat. His fingertips brushed the side of Eric’s neck.
“Anything?”
Eric’s gaze was steady. “Yes.”
He took Kyle’s hand and kissed his palm. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin there, making Kyle suck in a breath. “I have a long wish list.”
“Mm.” Eric decided to be bold, and sucked Kyle’s index finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, then sucked hard while Kyle made soft, whimpering noises. Eric’s own cock was painfully hard, but he resisted touching it. As Kyle had taught him the last time they’d been together, sometimes it was better to wait.
Mercifully, the car reached their destination a minute later. Eric gave Kyle’s hand a parting kiss, then exited the car. As soon as they were in the house, Eric threw his coat off, then pinned Kyle against a wall.
“Hi,” Kyle said with a wicked grin.
“Hi.” Eric dropped to his knees. He practically ripped Kyle’s fly open,
desperate to get his mouth on his cock.
“Whoa. Shit,” Kyle said hoarsely.
“Can’t wait.” Eric yanked Kyle’s jeans and underwear down to his knees.
“Fuck, I love how fired up you are. Did I make you mad, kissing that boy?”
“Let’s stop talking about him,” Eric growled before filling his mouth with Kyle’s cock.
“I did, didn’t I?” Kyle said, though his voice hitched in the middle. “You were jealous.”
Eric answered by bobbing his head, sucking him hard and fast. Yeah, he was fucking jealous. He didn’t like the idea of Kyle being with other men and he didn’t want to examine that too closely. He just wanted to make Kyle scream.
“That’s so fucking good. Holy fuck.” Kyle gripped Eric’s shoulder, and Eric could tell he was fighting to keep still. “Love your mouth, Eric.”
Eric grunted, loving the sound of his name in Kyle’s sex-ravaged voice.
He wanted Kyle to say it when he came.
There was still a distant voice in Eric’s head that was reminding him that this was a terrible idea. This was exactly what he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do. But that part of his brain was being drowned out by Kyle’s moans and whispered curses. He needed this.
“I wish you’d danced with me,” Kyle panted. “You would have looked so fucking sexy.”
Eric doubted it, but his mouth was too busy to argue. Maybe he should have danced with Kyle. Maybe he should have kissed him on the dance floor, in front of their friends and whoever else wanted to watch. Show everyone that this stunning man was his.
He isn’t yours.
Eric pushed the thought away. For tonight at least, Kyle was his. He’d worry about the rest later.
He worked Kyle harder, sliding a hand up his thigh to play with his balls.
His own cock strained against his jeans, rock hard and desperate for attention, but he ignored it, wanting only to pleasure Kyle. Wanting him to come in his mouth. Eric wanted it. Needed it.
“You trying to make me come already?” Kyle panted after another minute of Eric’s efforts. Eric held his gaze, and nodded as best he could. He tried to relax his jaw so he could take him deeper. He was far from being able to deep throat, but he managed to work a little more of Kyle’s shaft into his mouth.
“Oh, shit. That’s incredible. Fuck. I wanna last, but it’s too fucking much.”
Eric could taste salty drops of precum on his tongue. Kyle balls were heavy and tight between his fingers. He didn’t want Kyle to last. He wanted
him to shatter.
“I can’t—Eric, fuck. I’m gonna—”
Eric stayed on him, and hoped he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.
The first burst of Kyle’s release flooded his mouth, but Eric managed to swallow, even as Kyle kept spurting. Beyond the momentary panic of feeling like he couldn’t breathe, Eric loved how powerful he felt.
When Kyle’s orgasm subsided, he slumped against the wall as Eric released him from his mouth. “Wow,” Kyle said breathlessly. “I am a very good teacher.”
Eric chuckled, and stood up. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
His mouth was still full of Kyle’s lingering taste. “You are.”
“Well,” Kyle drawled, “how will I ever repay you?”
Eric planted a hand on the wall beside Kyle’s head and leaned in. “Teach me how to fuck you.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. Really?”
“Really.”
Kyle kissed him, and for a moment Eric thought he’d maybe forgotten that he’d very recently shot his load in Eric’s mouth, but Kyle moaned happily when their tongues brushed each other. Eric was still painfully hard, but he lost himself in the kiss, pressing Kyle into the wall and grinding his cock against Kyle’s hip. The bedroom suddenly seemed too far away.
When they broke apart, both men were panting. Eric moved in for another kiss, hating having the barest distance between their mouths, but Kyle licked his lips and said, “Upstairs, sexy. I promise it will be worth the trip.”
Eric covered Kyle’s naked body with his own as they made out like teenagers on the bed. Kyle could feel Eric’s erection pressing against his hip, but despite his earlier urgency, Eric didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do anything about it. He kept kissing Kyle’s neck, and shoulders, and jaw before returning to his mouth for long, luxurious minutes that left Kyle breathless.
Between the late hour and the recent orgasm, Kyle’s brain was a little foggy, but he was vaguely aware that they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and that it was weird that Eric had suddenly changed his mind about not having sex. And that maybe this whole thing was a very bad idea.
But he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. Not when Eric was kissing him like Kyle was something precious. Not when Eric was so eager to try something new with him.
Teach me how to fuck you. Jesus. Kyle would never forget the way Eric’s voice had rumbled like thunder when he’d said that.
“Get the lube,” Kyle said. “Gonna get myself ready to take that thick cock of yours.”
Eric kissed him one more time before rolling off him and opening the nightstand drawer. Kyle took the lube from him and got on his knees on the mattress. He reached behind himself and got to work massaging and then stretching and opening his hole. As rarely as he bottomed these days, Kyle loved playing with his hole. He had an array of dildos and plugs in his bedroom and he was very well acquainted with all of them. He wished he had one now. He could show Eric how well he could take one.
Eric seemed to be enjoying the show as it was. He watched Kyle with naked desire on his face, and possibly a bit of curiosity.
“Turn around,” he said roughly. “Let me see.”
Fuck. It was hot as hell when Eric was so overcome with lust that he forgot to be reserved and shy about sex. Kyle turned and planted one hand on the mattress, the other pressing a finger into his hole. The penetration was frustratingly shallow, but he knew he’d be rewarded soon with something much bigger.
“Can I help?” Eric asked. He palmed Kyle’s ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart, which made Kyle groan his approval.
“Knock yourself out,” he drawled. He heard the click of the lube bottle, and then felt one of Eric’s fingers tracing around his entrance. Kyle removed his own finger, and Eric didn’t hesitate to replace it. Kyle bucked happily as Eric’s finger pushed in deeper than he’d been able to reach himself.
“Just like that,” Kyle moaned. “Press down on—” He gasped as a jolt of familiar pleasure raced through him. “Right there. Fuck.”
“Is that your prostate?” Eric sounded amazed that he’d been able to
locate it.
“Fuck yeah it is. Keep stroking it.”
Kyle’s cock was fully hard again, and he gave it a few strokes while Eric probed him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Eric concentrating on his task with a furrowed brow. Kyle bit his lip to keep from laughing. Eric could be kind of adorable.
“Can you get two fingers in there?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah,” Eric said breathlessly. A second finger entered Kyle, and he moaned happily at the stretch.
“You think you’ll be able to get that thick cock inside me?” Kyle panted.
Between the way Eric was working his prostate, and the anticipation of being filled with Eric’s cock, it was a struggle to keep things purely
instructional.
“I think you can take it.”
“I know I can. Fuck, I want it. You’ve got condoms, right?”
Eric moved like lightning and grabbed a strip of condoms out of the bedside drawer. He tore one wrapper open and quickly got himself suited up. Kyle watched him stroke lube over his sheathed cock, mouth watering.
They were really going to do this.
“Lie down,” Kyle commanded.
Eric stretched out on his back. “Like this?”
“Just like that. I’m gonna ride you so fucking hard.”
Kyle straddled Eric’s waist and reached behind to grab Eric’s rigid cock.
Both men groaned loudly when Kyle finally sank down on it, the stretch burning deliciously as Eric filled him completely.
“Wow,” Eric rasped. “Fuck. Just give me a second.”
Kyle smiled down at him. “I haven’t even started yet.”
“You feel amazing. And I’ve been worked up since we were at the club.”
“Mm.” Kyle moved slowly at first, giving his body time to adjust. He loved being on top—he liked sex in pretty much any position—but he was fucking good at riding cock. “How’s this?”
Eric squeezed his eyes shut. “Fucking amazing.”
“You ready for more?”
Eric opened his eyes and met Kyle’s gaze. “I’m ready.”
“Then buckle up, gorgeous.”
Kyle went hard, bouncing on Eric’s dick as he rolled his hips and took him deep. His own cock slapped against his stomach as he fucked himself.
“Holy shit,” Eric gasped. “So fucking good, Kyle.”
“Yeah? You like it? You like it when I do all the work?”
Eric grunted instead of answering. Kyle kept going. “You like having your dick in my ass, Eric? You like fucking a man?”
“Yes,” he gritted out.
“Do you want to be fucked like this, beautiful?”
Eric’s eyes were dark and wild. “Not like this.”
“Show me. Show me how you want to be fucked.”
With a growl, Eric rolled them over and captured one of Kyle’s ankles in his hand. Then he pounded into Kyle, hard and fast, while Kyle howled shamelessly. This was beyond anything he’d been expecting. Eric, who had always been so happy to let Kyle take charge, reaching his breaking point and taking back his control was so fucking hot.
Kyle got a hand on his own dick, stroking himself quickly to bring himself to the edge. “This how you want it, baby?” he panted. “You want to
be fucked hard like this?”
“Yes. Fuck. I’m so close.”
“Me too, gorgeous. Oh, shit. I’m—” Kyle reached the edge and tumbled over it, his second orgasm in less than an hour hitting him hard as come
jetted onto his stomach.
“Kyle.” Eric breathed the word as he stilled and climaxed. His dark gaze locked on Kyle’s as he shuddered through his release.
“So good, baby,” Kyle murmured, rubbing Eric’s flanks. Eric held himself on trembling arms above him, breathing hard with his head bowed.
Then he came crashing down on him, kissing him passionately as Kyle tried to ignore the happy flutter in his stomach.
Eric pulled back and Kyle’s heart ached at the sight of his bright eyes and wide, joyful smile. He leaned up to kiss Eric’s smile so he wouldn’t have to look at it anymore.
“You’ll stay tonight, right?” Eric said in a low, scratchy voice.
Kyle’s first instinct was to say no, but it was very late. “I can sleep in the guest room if you’d rather—”
“Stay,” Eric interrupted. “Here. Please.” He held Kyle’s gaze, even though his eyes looked uneasy.
“Okay,” Kyle said. It was a terrible idea. The worst idea. Tomorrow Eric would regret this lapse of discipline, and Kyle knew it would be harder to be rejected after he’d spent a night in Eric’s arms.
They got cleaned up and Eric put underwear on, which seemed like an arbitrary bit of modesty, but Kyle did the same. For the first minute back in bed together, both men were silent and staring awkwardly up at the ceiling.
Then Eric broke the silence by huffing out a laugh.
“What?” Kyle asked, grinning.
“Nothing. I don’t know why this is so weird.”
They both rolled on their sides, facing each other. “Does sex make you uncomfortable?”
Eric seemed to consider the question for a moment. “Maybe. Usually.
I’m not used to—” He bit his lip, as if blocking the words from escaping.
“Not used to what?”
“I usually have more control over my...desires. Libido. I don’t know what’s been happening to me lately.”
Kyle waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve been happening to you, sexy.” Eric laughed, but it sounded forced. Kyle dialed it back. “Maybe it’s just from,
y’know, not having sex for so long.”
“Maybe.”
“And having sex with men is new and exciting.”
Eric nodded. “That might be it.”
Kyle swatted his chest playfully. “You’re supposed to tell me it’s totally because of me.”
Eric’s laugh sounded genuine this time. Then his face grew serious, and Kyle realized he was about to say those exact words and possibly mean them, which couldn’t happen if Kyle was going to maintain any control over his stupid heart.
So he cut him off by yawning. “That was incredible, but now I’m exhausted.”
“It’s late,” Eric agreed, but neither man moved. They both kept gazing at each other until suddenly they were kissing again. Eric placed a palm on Kyle’s cheek, and Kyle heard himself make a needy, breathy sound as Eric’s tongue caressed his own.
Was there even a chance Eric felt the same way Kyle did? Not that Kyle even knew for sure how he felt himself, but was Eric also confused? Did his heart race when he saw Kyle? Did he think of him all the time? Was it possible Eric wanted more than whatever this was?
Kyle wanted to ask, but he also didn’t want to ruin this moment. When they finally broke apart, Eric ducked his head shyly, but he couldn’t hide his
adorable smile.
“What?” Kyle asked.
Eric shook his head and gazed up at him through his dark lashes. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.”
“Did I not do enough to wear you out?” Kyle teased.
“I can’t stop looking at you.” Eric’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe he’d just said that.
Kyle froze. This was definitely leaving the no-strings sex zone, and he shouldn’t encourage it. “You can look all you like.”
Eric brushed a thumb over Kyle’s cheek. “I’m glad you said yes. To staying.”
Kyle closed his eyes, unable to bear the tenderness in Eric’s expression.
Eric was glad now, but what would the morning bring? Kyle could have saved himself a lot of trouble if he’d just gone home after the orgasms were over. Now he had to deal with his damn feelings.
“We should sleep,” he murmured.
“Okay.”
Kyle rolled on his side, his back to Eric’s chest, and Eric wrapped an arm around him. His bicep was heavy and warm, and Kyle couldn’t help
snuggling back against Eric. He could pretend, for one night, that this was real.