Page 142 of Men in Shorts

“Precisely. Not fifty percent, of course, as you couldn’t afford half of any place that would satisfy me. But we can come to an arrangement that suits both your pride and my need for wardrobe space.”

Colin grinned at him. “I love when you get all prissy to cover up your vulnerability.”

“Does it work?”

“Not anymore, but it’s cute you still try.” Head swimming with giddiness, Colin leaned over and kissed Andrew. “So when do we go flat shopping?”

“We can start online right now.” He brushed his lips over Colin’s neck. “Or maybe tomorrow,” he murmured, pulling Colin down onto the bed with him.

As they kissed, Andrew caressed him with hands still smooth from the massage oil. Then he whispered, “I want to make love.”

Colin moved back a few inches to examine his face. “You sure you’re ready?”

“Positive.” His fingertips trailed along the planes of Colin’s pecs. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay, but we’ll go slow. And you better not yell at me if I check in with you at every step.”

“I can’t promise patience.” Andrew pulled Colin’s hand forward, bringing his palm against his chest. “Touch me.”

* * *

This will beworth the wait, Andrew thought as Colin’s hands began to bring his body to life. He closed his eyes to savor the dance of fingertips along his collarbone and over the curve of his shoulder. Even through his T-shirt, he could sense each light, life-giving stroke.

When he felt a thumb circling his right nipple, Andrew squirmed with suspense. He reached up to grasp Colin’s hair, guiding his head down. “I need your mouth.”

Drawing Andrew’s shirt taut, Colin began to suckle him through the thin layer of cotton. Bolts of pleasure shot up and down Andrew’s spine. He arched his back and drew his leg up over Colin’s hip.

Soon he couldn’t stand not feeling bare skin against his. “Take my top off.” When it was gone, he moved closer still, sliding his hand down Colin’s back and over his arse.

Colin reciprocated, but more slowly. “Is this okay?” he whispered as his palm folded around Andrew’s bum.

After a brief pause to check in with himself, Andrew nodded. “It’s good.”

Their kisses grew longer and deeper. With his other hand Colin stroked Andrew’s hair, as if to calm any rising panic. But Andrew felt not a bit trapped or threatened, only free and safe.

And horny. Really, really horny.

He angled his hips to hint where he wanted Colin’s hand. When Colin hesitated, Andrew said, “Touch my cock. Please.”

“Well…since you said ‘please.’” Colin tentatively stroked him through the front of his yoga trousers. “Tell me if it feels wrong.”

“No, it feels—” Andrew gasped as streams of pleasure flowed out to the rest of his body. “It feels very right.”

Colin traced Andrew’s upper lip with his tongue. “Would it feel more right in my mouth?”

Andrew thought his spine would melt. “Yes.”

He felt a tug on the tie of his trousers. The knot released with a slowness that made him ache.

Then Colin rolled onto his back and propped his head up with a pillow. “’Mon, then.”

With a sigh of anticipation, Andrew moved to straddle Colin’s chest. He pulled his cock free of his trousers, then eased it between those open, waiting lips.

Colin tilted up his chin, giving his tongue room to maneuver. Its tip dragged down the center line of Andrew’s shaft, lighting him up like a burning trail of gunpowder.

“Oh…” Andrew grasped the padded headboard and clutched Colin with his knees. “You’re so good to me.”

As if to prove the point, Colin took him deep, shaking his head to slide Andrew’s cock against his throat. Then he pulled back and used his tongue again, keeping hold with his mouth as he licked. Andrew couldn’t help thrusting forward—but slowly, so as not to interfere with Colin’s delicious technique.

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