Page 18 of After Hours

“Maybe I can switch to daytime shifts, so we have more time to do this.” A commercial for a sports drink came on, and I shifted just enough to reach the remote and turn the TV off.

Oscar wiggled around and sat halfway up to look at me with wide eyes. “Can you do that? I mean, I didn’t know that was an option.”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him against me. We could talk without losing the feeling of our bodies pressed together. “I used to work days. I took the overnights because I was the only driver without family responsibilities. It was a bit more money, too, because no one wants to work at two AM. We’ve had a few new hires since then, though. Maybe they’d like the early shift instead.”

“Yeah, the higher wage would probably convince me, too.” His lips twisted in a frown.

“What’s up, baby? You can talk to me, you know. I’m not just here for the cuddles.”

He pulled away and sat up, and I followed him onto the middle cushion of the couch. Our fingers twined together, and I wondered if he even realized he reached for me. “The camp job is only temporary, and I can’t keep working at the inn forever. It’s nowhere near enough anyway. Not if I want to stop freeloading off Finn and Carter at any point.” He shot me a look. “Which I do! I feel so… young and stupid. I’m not good at this whole adulting thing.”

We hadn’t talked much about his life before moving or his family other than the basics about them not accepting him because he was gay. The last thing I wanted to do was say something wrong. I squeezed his fingers. “You’re not stupid, Oscar. You grew up working for the family business, right? You never had to learn how to get yourself a job or anything.”

Nodding, some of the darkness in his expression lifted. “Yeah. I’m twenty-two, though. I should have some clue by now. I’ve never found myself a job, a place to live on my own… I’ve never even had a real boyfriend or…” His lips snapped shut and he glanced at me, his cheeks blooming pink. “Had actual sex.”

A weird combination of care and horniness whirled inside me. I wanted a lot more than Oscar’s body, but I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want it at all. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the memories of his mouth and hands for a moment. “You left home and drove all the way across the country on your own. That takes guts. You’ve impressed the camp people so much they’re giving you responsibilities beyond cleaning trails. At the very least, they’ll give you amazing references for your resume. And what’s this I hear about never having a real boyfriend?”

Anxiety added to the care and horniness mix the moment I said that last bit. Maybe Oscar didn’t want to be my boyfriend. Maybe it was too soon for that type of title. I’d considered us in some kind of relationship for a while. I guessed that was just how my mind and heart worked even though we hadn’t gone on too many official dates or anything. I sat there, fingers entwined with his, and held my breath.

The moment his gathered brow shot high up his forehead, my heart started beating again. “Wait, are we? I mean, I didn’t know if that was… Zane, are we boyfriends?”

“Do you want to be? I have tons of fun with you, Oscar, and I care about you quite a bit. It’s fine if you just want to stay casual.” It wasn’t fine with me at all, but if that’s what he wanted, I wasn’t going to pressure him. “But I’m an exclusive relationship type of guy, and I’d really like to be in one with you.”

The adorable man flung himself into my arms and mashed his lips against mine. The wild crush transformed into a sweet mixture of giggles and gentler kisses. “I’d like that too,” he said. As quickly as he attacked me with affection, he sat back again with a serious expression. “What about the other thing, though?”

“What other thing?”

Something mischievous flickered in his gray-blue eyes. “The fact that I’ve never had actual sex. Maybe I won’t be able to satisfy you.”

“Baby, I’m sure we can figure out a way to feel mutually satisfied when the time comes. I’m not judging you for that, you know.” I tried to say the right things. I’d never been with someone who wasn’t completely comfortable with the physical side of things. What I said about being an exclusive relationship type of guy wasn’t a lie, but that didn’t mean I never hooked up with casual folks in the past. But I wasn’t a total horndog either. If Oscar wasn’t ready yet…

His fingers landed on the front of my sweatpants and stroked gently over my soft cock. An explosion of pleasure erupted from the point of contact, and I drew in a sudden breath. “Oscar, what?” My hips chased his hand when he pulled back for a second to change the angle before touching me again.

“The time has come.” The moment the words left his lips, he broke out in laughter. “Gosh, that sounded so ominous.” He lowered his voice to a movie villain’s tone and waved his hands around. “The time has come.”

I wanted his hand back on me, and I reached for it. Instead of drawing it to my rapidly hardening cock, I jumped off the couch and pulled him up with me. “I don’t know when Wyatt’s coming back. Can we take this to my room? No pressure.”

Instead of responding, he took off at a fast pace down the hallway, dragging me behind him and laughing all the way. “Zane,” he said once the door closed and locked behind us. “I want you. I want to show you how to make me feel good, and I hope I can do the same for you.”

We came together in the middle of my bedroom lip-locked and tugging on each other’s shirts. His fuzzy sweater landed somewhere behind him, and his t-shirt followed right after. My head got caught in my hoodie for a minute, and we shared a laugh while he helped me extricate myself from the fabric.

Any fear that Oscar wasn’t really into this disappeared when his hands landed on my hips and pushed me backward toward the bed. Our mouths parted for a mere moment when my legs hit the mattress and I bounced onto my back. He followed me down and crawled over my body until our bare chests skimmed together.

“Your skin is so soft,” I murmured between kisses as my hand explored the smooth expanse of his back. Only the lightest dusting of hair trailed down his belly. I imagined it was just as soft as every other bit of him. Well, every other part but theobvious hardon still covered by his jeans. I rolled my hips and couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure when I felt him against me.

Oscar gasped as he tilted his own hips. “Zane, can we? I mean… I want to feel you.”

Our eyes met, and I asked a silent question while I slid my hand from his back around to his flat belly. My fingertips toyed with the button on his jeans. “You sure, baby?”

Oscar sat up so quickly I was afraid I’d done something horribly wrong. Maybe he wasn’t ready for this type of thing. The serious look in his stormy eyes brought an apology to my lips, but he spoke up first. “Zane, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure. I want you. I’m a grown man, and I know what I want.”

Not only did his words quell whatever nerves still lingered, his fiery expression turned me on even more if that was possible. “I was trying to be polite.”

“Forget polite.” With one hand, he yanked open his button and zipper. I caught a quick glimpse of his cock stretching the front of gray briefs before he landed next to me. His calf hooked over mine, and he rolled us on our sides. His beautiful, damp pink lips latched onto my collar bone, and his hand slipped down the back of my sweats to grip my ass cheek and pull our hips even closer together.

The multiple points of sudden contact sent fire racing downward so quickly my balls drew up and I cried out. His mouth moved ceaselessly from my shoulder to throat and then down to circle and suck on a nipple. I was blessed with highly sensitive ones, and my flailing hand landed on the back of his head to keep him right where he was. My fingers slipped through his curls as my hips rocked against his.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so good. Your mouth is like—” He nipped the sensitive peak, and I let out a wordless cry. I was too close to coming in my pants, and I hadn’t even gotten to see all of him yet or touch him the way I really wanted to.

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