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©2007 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
He took a step closer and caught Chris’s hand, stopping the other man. His heart was racing, but his voice was amazingly calm. “So, can I have sex now?” Okay, maybe his voice was a little breathy.
Chris swallowed, the only sign that he wasn’t completely calm. “Yes. I would say you are now allowed to have sex.”
Darien took that last step, stopping mere inches from Chris. He looked up into those sharp hazel eyes and brought his other hand up to splay it over Chris’s heart. Rapid beat to match his. A widening of the eyes and a sharp inhalation of breath. All good signs. He let his eyes go heavy and licked his lips. “Wanna have sex with me?”
Wide lips parted in shock. “Pardon?”
He released Chris’s wrist and used that hand to hook the side of Chris’s waist, holding him as Darien stepped closer. “Wanna have sex with me?”
Chris scowled, standing tall, which put Darien’s eye level just below his chin. His hands found Darien’s shoulders, holding him at bay. “You’re not gay.”
Darien balled his fist in Chris’s polo shirt, using it to try and pull Chris’s mouth within reach. “Can we forget that for tonight?” He licked his lips and watched Chris quickly mirror the move. Unconscious? Didn’t matter. Now that Darien had made the request, he wanted very badly to taste. He pulled again, and Chris’s face got closer to his.
“No!” Chris stiffened his arms on Darien’s shoulders. “Why this, all of a sudden?”
“I want you.”
“I get a boner whenever I’m around you. I’m sick of fighting it.”
Chris gaped. “What?”
“It’s true. Let me show you.” He tried to pull Chris’s waist flush with his, but Chris was just strong enough to hold him back. He glanced down and saw the evidence of Chris’s interest in the front of those jeans. Okay, that’s a definite advantage to doing this with a guy, he thought, amused. Visual evidence. He grinned up at Chris. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
“Yeah. I want to lick you all over. Let me?”
Chris shuddered, his eyes closing for a brief moment.
Darien used his moment to slide both hands up and around the back of Chris’s head. Before Chris could protest, Darien pulled and their lips met. Chris froze. Darien froze. Whoa. He tilted his head, letting his lips slide against Chris’s. That was nice. Softer than he’d expected and so very warm. No lipstick or lip gloss, either — another plus. Not that different from kissing a girl, really, except Chris was taller and smelled different. Darien parted his lips and traced his tongue along the edge of Chris’s lower lip. Chris’s fingers dug into Darien’s shoulders, but he didn’t push away. Darien kept hold of Chris’s head and opened beneath him, tongue pressing the seam of his lips. They parted, and he gently pushed inside, pausing for a slow swipe over Chris’s top teeth before delving inside to invite Chris’s tongue out to play. Tasted different. Tasted wonderful. There was the wine and tomato sauce mostly, but under that was a spice that was different than what he was used to.
Maybe it was the moan that came unbidden out of Darien’s throat that kicked Chris’s brain back into thinking. Damn it.
Chris pushed away, forcing their lips apart. Darien tried to pull him back, but Chris speared his hands in Darien’s hair and did some pulling of his own. Pulling his hair happened to be one of Darien’s hot points. He loved it but never actually told any lovers that, because you didn’t go around telling people to pull your hair. That was just —
“What are you doing?”
Darien blinked his eyes open, sucking in a breath. “Kissing you.”
“I want to fuck you.”
Chris narrowed his eyes, lenses of his glasses shining in the lamplight. “What are you trying to prove?”
“I’m not trying to prove anything.”
Darien snarled softly. He loosened his firm grip on the back of Chris’s skull. The fingers, however, stayed, sifting gently through Chris’s short hair. Soft but kinda thick. Probably why it always stayed just so. “Okay. I want to know what it’s like.”
“‘What it’s like’?”
“Sleeping with a guy.” Sleeping with you.
“Maybe I do want to prove something. I don’t know.” He tried to push closer, got his groin to brush Chris’s thigh before the other man pulled back. He sighed. “All I know is that when I’m with you, I want to fuck you. It’s been like that for over a month now. So why not go with it?”