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We mostly laughed during that one. Made fun of each other. Tauntedeach other. Then, after a few mid-tempo songs, came a slow one. Tye pulled metoward him until we were body to body, and then we hugged each other more thanwe danced. His hands rested low on my back, caressing me. My arms were wrappedaround his neck, my face buried in his hair. After a while, I tilted my head tolook at him, only to find his eyes waiting for me. Turbulent. Tempestuous.Burning.Blue.

When he leaned in, I closed my eyes just before our lips met in asoft, brushing kiss. His hand found my jaw, and his lips parted just a little,as did mine. Then his tongue brushed against mine—the tip of the tongue againstthe tip of the tongue. At that point, we stopped dancing altogether. We merelystood there and kissed until the teasing brush of lips turned into somethingopen-mouthed and wet. Only when his bulge grazed mine did I break the kiss,panting. Tye opened his eyes and looked at me, seemingly dazed. Stunned, maybe.When I pulled away from him and headed to the front door, he frowned inconfusion but said nothing. He let me do what I had to do.

Thorsen

I was so damn nervous the entire day that I could barelyconcentrate on work. I couldn’t eat, drink, or calm down for one second becauseI feared Carter wouldn’t come. Only when I saw him standing in the doorway withwine in his hand did I breathe a sigh of relief.

And he looked delectable, like the dessert I didn’t prepare onpurpose to cut dinner short. Why? So we could have more time for, at the riskof sounding like a pimpled teenager, making out. I hoped we would, but I had noclue where his mind was at. He proposed this date, sure, but it could meanabsolutely nothing and everything, including “Thank you, but no”, “Let’s stayfriends”, or the worst one, “I like women more”.

But it turned out to be hands down, the best date ever. I neverenjoyed myself more, laughed more, or suffered more with a permanent hard-onunder the table. And then we danced, and then we kissed, which almost undid me.So, when he broke the kiss and headed toward the front door, I thought aboutshooting myself. Legit shooting myself. With my own gun.

I heard a click in the lock before he came back as I frowned inconfusion because… what the hell was going on?

“You forgot to lock the door,” he said with a grin, pushing mebackward.

I breathed a sigh of relief because, as luck would have it, Ididn’t fuck it up. He decided to stay, but… where was he pushing me? I lookedover my shoulder, almost tripping when we entered my bedroom.

Puzzled, I looked at him as he pointed his finger around the room.

“More candles? And in the bedroom, at that? A bit presumptuous,don’t you think?”

So, yeah, I placed a few candles around the place, but onlybecause I wanted it to look nice. And I changed the sheets. And perhaps I leftlube and a dozen condoms in the nightstand drawer.

“I was going for optimistic,” I replied when my brain rememberedhow to function. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, right, you mentioned you don’t put out on the first date,” hesaid. “I almost forgot.”

“D-do you?” I stammered as my heart skipped a beat.

This isn’t happening, is it? Brain, you’re hired again, so pleasetell me what is going on.

Carter merely smiled and started to unbutton my shirt, ignoringthe confusion on my face. I looked down at his fingers moving from button tobutton, just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

“Feel free to stop me,” Carter said with a smirk. “I can take nofor an answer.”

Yeah, I would sooner set myself on fire.

When he undid all the buttons, he slid my shirt down my shoulders,ogling my bare chest. It wasn’t the first time I noticed him staring at myupper body, so I flexed my pecs, hoping he liked what he saw. When his eyes metmine, burning with desire, I reminded myself to do something more than flauntmy muscles. I started to unbutton his shirt, fumbling with the buttons until Ifinally managed to undo them all. When I yanked his shirt off him, a breathhitched in my throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, unable to tear my eyes awayfrom his inked torso.

He blushed. “You too.”

I unbuckled his belt, enjoying his hiss when my clumsy fingersgrazed his erection. Soon both our pants joined the shirts on the floor, andour socks followed. Only when we stripped to our boxers did we kiss. I tippedhis chin up with my finger, meeting his lips in a soft, feathery kiss. It was amere brush of mouth against mouth. Gentle. Teasing. Sensual. Then our tonguesmet, too. Licking. Tasting. Savoring.

Unlike the soft kiss, our dicks were rock-hard. My flushedcockhead was halfway out of my briefs, while the swollen tip of his dick fullyescaped the confines of his boxers. I slid my hand to that beautiful wet tipand scooped up a pearl of moisture there, then I sucked it off my thumb. When Ibrought a drop of my pre-cum to his lips, he licked it off my finger. His eyesclosed as he sampled me before we kissed again, letting our juices mix on ourtongues.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” I murmured against his mouth, enjoyinghis rapid nod.

As we kept kissing, I pushed his boxers down his hips. When theyhit the floor, I shimmied out of my briefs, allowing our dicks to touch. Thebrush of flesh against flesh made him shiver as he lowered his gaze to see itfor himself. I ran my finger down his shaft, never taking my eyes off his face.

“You have a beautiful dick, Dominic,” I said, palming theincredible length. “You have no idea how long I fantasized about touching it.”

“Y-you too,” he stammered, gulping. “I mean… me too.”

He was so adorably flustered that I wanted to kiss every inch ofhis body, but first things first. When I wrapped my hand around our dicks, heput his hand on my chest as if he needed support.

“Is this okay?” I murmured, stroking us both. “Do you likeit?”

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