Page 44 of Another Chance
Theo really was a writer, wasn’t he? He certainly had a way with words, because in roughly fifteen seconds or so, he had said everything that Eric had felt, summed up all of his torment, in just a few words.
In those words, he made everything strangely all right again.
Eric’s grip in Theo’s shirt softened, then went more natural, his hands resting on Theo’s chest rather than holding his shirt tightly. It felt almost like an embrace, Theo’s hands gently on his waist, and his hands on Theo’s chest.
“You weren’t with him. Then why did he come?” Eric asked, his tone plaintive rather than accusatory. “Why would he fly across the damn continent if you weren’t dating him?”
“I guess he didn’t like to be the one dumped,” Theo replied, his thumbs moving in intoxicating little circles over Eric’s sides, even edging up the bottoms of his t-shirt so that he touched bare skin.
Eric groaned softly, sparks seeming to fly from where Theo’s thumbs touched him. He found himself inching forward again, feet shuffling over hardwood floors, toeing himself toward Theo as though pulled like iron shavings toward a magnet. A strong magnet.
“But I did dump him, Eric, and you were never even with Faith, so we were basically fighting over nothing,” Theo whispered, his voice a soft, smooth, and if Eric wasn’t very much mistaken, seductive purr.
“I … I guess we were,” Eric stammered, then swallowed, trying to pull himself together. Theo was barely touching him, and yet Eric was a mess, going to pieces just at the gentle brush of those thumbs over his bare skin. Blood rushed to his cock, and he was hard, just like that, pressing against the inside of his boxers and throbbing, urgently demanding to be let out.
Ten minutes ago, if that, he had been driving home and thinking about how very exhausted he was, how mostly what he wanted was to sit down in front of the television and drink until he went to sleep. Sex had actually been the furthest thing from his mind.
With a light touch, Theo utterly pushed through the fog of exhaustion, which Eric had been feeling ever since he’d gotten sick. He was mostly over his bout of the flu, but this one seemed to be a particularly nasty one which lingered on.
Or so he’d assumed. The way Theo seemed to send sparkles of electricity, of tension, through him, just by touching his sides, he was no longer so sure about that. It seemed quite possible that it had just been his body missing Theo, some deep addiction that only got worse the more he got of Theo.
“I can’t get you out of my body,” Eric whispered. “It’s like you’re in my blood, babe.” He had never in his life said anything like that to another human being, but with Theo, it was just true. The more he got of Theo, the more it was like he could never let him go.
Theo looked briefly startled and then a slow, sweet smile dawned on his face, breaking apart the last of the doubt which had been in his eyes.
“So don’t,” Theo whispered. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere. I bought the house.”
Eric frowned. The house? He had an idea what that might mean, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. He was already filled with elation, bubbling and threatening to burst inside him, threatening to carry him away completely if he let himself really feel it.
“House?” he echoed, his brain a little bit mushy from the magic which Theo’s thumbs were working. As he focused on that sensation, he felt it in every inch of his flesh as Theo pushed his fingers down into the waistband of Eric’s pants, every bit of skin he touched tingling from the pressure, light as it was.
“Yeah. Across the street. Used to by my dad’s. I bought it.” Theo’s fingers pushed around Eric’s waist, then hooked in the front and unbuttoned the button of his jeans. “So I’ll be right across the street. You don’t have to worry about me going anywhere.”
Eric actually had to close his eyes against the rush that Theo’s words sent careening through his entire body, racing along his nerves like wildfire in dry brush. He leaned against Theo, the sudden movement causing Theo’s fingers to tug at his fly and lower it, so his pants clung precariously to his hips, ready to be knocked down at any time.
Then his whole body, all the way from his ankles up to his chest, was resting against Theo, and it just felt so damn right, all of the planes and angles of his own body lining up with Theo’s perfectly. As his hips pressed close, he felt an intriguing hint of hardness.
“I guess I’m not the only one who missed this,” Eric smirked flirtatiously up into the other man’s face, and deliberately brought his hips to fit even more snugly against Theo’s, so that the only thing separating them at all was their clothes. And Eric’s clothes were already falling off, the head of his cock threatening to burst right out of his boxers.
“No,” Theo whispered, and his hands slid around to push into the back of Eric’s pants, which sent them tumbling to the ground. Theo gripped the globes of Eric’s ass and pulled him closer, his hips canting forward so that they were pressed right against each other, the hard length of Eric’s cock, bared by Theo’s movements, rubbing over the front of Theo’s jeans.
“You said you wanted to wait until you were sure I was ready.” Theo pushed his fingers between the cheeks of Eric’s ass, rubbing over his tight, puckered entrance. “I’m sure I’m ready. Are you?”
Eric almost choked on the laughter which threatened to burst out of him. Was he ready? What a ridiculous question.
“I’ve been ready since before you left,” Eric admitted. It was a little humiliating, how easily he would have come running if Theo had beckoned. And in that way, nothing had changed. He was still just as obsessed as ever, and he knew now that nothing which happened between them, ever, would change that.
“Then take me to bed,” Theo whispered, his eyes blazing with a sexual promise which Eric somehow knew that he fully intended to fulfill. “But you’re going to have to show me how.”
If there was anything else that could have ratcheted up the excitement inside of Eric more than those words, he didn’t know what it was. He got to have him, and teach him all about it at the same time?
“That won’t be a problem,” Eric assured him, then pulled away from him, missing the contact immediately but knowing that he was going to get so much more than this very soon. “The first step is you stripping, beautiful.”
Theo gave him this incredibly sexy little smirk, one which sent sparks of arousal racing though Eric’s entire body, which had his whole being clenching with the force of it. Slowly, Theo stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the ground, revealing the tight, firm muscles of his chest, his broad shoulders, the toned stomach, and slender waist and hips.
Eric just stood back and watched, and for once, he didn’t even care if Theo knew just how beautiful Eric found him. How much Eric wanted him. His attention sharpened to a knife’s edge focus as Theo went for the button of his jeans, undid them and let them fall down his long legs.
Theo stood naked in front of him, displayed to him, and there was no way Eric could have pulled his eyes away. The end of the world could have been happening right outside of his door, and he would have stayed right where he was, looking at Theo, taking in every detail of that long, toned, slender body.
