Page 66 of Flake It Til You Make It

Rocco was a little disappointed, but only in thenotkissing.He wasn’t even close to disappointed at Taylor’s expression, which was a heady combination of awe and arousal.

“Me,” Rocco said, pressing his body fully against Taylor and feelingallhis arousal.

“I just . . .I don’t know what to do with you,” Taylor said, but he sounded like he felt the exact opposite.

His cock, hard and hot, pressing into Rocco’s thigh, said the exact opposite.

“Yeah, you do,” Rocco teased. He leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss against Taylor’s mouth. “You want to take me home to your place, undress me, and stop fighting this thing between us.”

Taylor looked surprised. In fact lookedpoleaxed.

“You can’t be surprised that I want to get you naked,” Rocco said. “Or that you want to getmenaked.”

“No,” Taylor said, chuckling. “I’m shocked that you’d be willing to let me, after I was such an ass last week.”

“It’s ’cause you’re cute,” Rocco said playfully.And hot. And sweet. And kind. And so charming it’s a freaking miracle I didn’t goat cheese out of this the first time you touched me.

Taylor grinned. “Just cute?”

“Come on,hotstuff, take me home,” Rocco said.

“I can do that,” Taylor said. Leaned down and gave him one last searing kiss.

When they broke apart, breathless, Rocco couldn’t help but say, “Please tell me your house is close.”

“Really close,” Taylor promised.

It turned out he was right; Taylor led them down Dasher Street, stopping at a quaint little blue bungalow trimmed in red and white lights.

“This is your house?” Rocco asked as Taylor unlocked the door.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you in a stranger’s house,” Taylor joked and then hesitated, the door shutting behind them. “But uh, we don’t have to—”

“Shut up, just shut up,” Rocco said and pressed him against the door, kissing him hard. For a second, it was easy to get lost in it. To want to start and never, ever stop.

“I . . .uh . . .take it you like that idea,” Taylor said, and Rocco had to pull back from his lips because he was laughing too hard to stop easily.

“Do Ilikethat idea?”

Taylor chuckled. “ClearlyI’ma fan, since it was my suggestion. But we don’t have to—”

Rocco pressed his fingers to Taylor’s mouth. His breath stuttered when Taylor’s lips slid down them, sucking on them insistently, tongue teasing their edges.

“Fuck,” Rocco groaned. “Come on.”

“Come on how?” Taylor teased, and then his expression grew more serious. “Honestly, we can do whatever you want. I’d be happy to just keep kissing you.”

“Why don’t we start here?” Rocco said and unzipped Taylor’s coat. Then lifted up his sweater, his hands leaving goosebumps in their wake as they coasted down Taylor’s chest and abs. “The real question is how does a guy who works behind a desk look like this?”

Taylor was breathing heavily now as Rocco’s fingers slid lower, working at his belt. “Uh, well, it’s been awhile for me. So Iuh . . .spend a lot of time in my garage—uh, mygym,we’ll say working off the excess energy. I have it set it up with a few things. Uh . . .”

Rocco patted himself on the back (metaphorically, of course) when Taylor’s breathing got harder, and he trailed off right when he began to unbuckle the belt on his jeans.

He hadn’t touched him yet. Not really. Not where Taylor really wanted to be touched. Rocco could feel the heat coming off his dick, clearly outlined in his jeans.

“I don’t think you’re gonna need that gym, anymore,” Rocco teased and went to his knees, right there in Taylor’s tiny foyer, taking his jeans with him, tucking his fingers under his navy blue boxer briefs and tugging them down, too.

And was very pleasantly surprised by the cock that bobbed out. It wasn’t super thick, but it was long and flushed red, precome already wetting the head.

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