Page 21 of Another Chance
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There was no way that Eric could have known what sight would await him as he pushed open the door and let the steam puff out around him. He had legitimately just wanted to bring Theo a clean towel, which he’d forgotten to do when the younger man went in to have his shower. He hadn’t been trying to perv on the guy or anything.
His first warning was a soft, desperate little moan, and then his legs had frozen in place. He’d realized almost instantly what was going on, and yet, he’d stayed, as if nailed to the floor, knowing very well that he should turn and leave, that it wasn’t cool to sit around and watch your house guest jerk off, but unable to make himself do it.
Theo was so restrained when he came. Even through the distortion offered by the clouded plastic of the shower curtain, Eric could tell. The noises were quiet, the movements fairly restrained, and he couldn’t help but think about what he’d do if Theo were under him on a bed, the things that Eric would do to make those noises louder, those movements more desperate.
Deep breaths. Deep, deep, calming breaths, or better yet get out of there. Don’t strip off, don’t slip into the shower with him. He’d just gotten Theo back, he didn’t need to send him running once more.
The water cut off, the shower curtain being thrown back, and there was Theo, beautiful, long, slender, with abs that could cut diamonds, a tight chest with beautiful soft brown nipples, broad shoulders, developed arms, long, strong legs … Theo was gorgeous. He’d grown into a stunning man, with none of the gawky awkwardness that he’d had as a teenager.
And then there was his cock, still most of the way hard, and just as long as the rest of him. Eric mumbled something, thrust out the towel, and tried hard not to look. Tried hard not to be the pervert that he knew he was, and the whole time, Theo was looking at him with those shimmering eyes of his, flushed from his shower, or maybe from his release.
Theo didn’t say anything, not a word. He just moved that gorgeous body of his out of the shower, a towel clenched loosely around his waist, dipping down so that it just barely hid his erection. Then Theo was right up against him, almost touching, and though it seemed impossible to him, Theo was leaning in, and the brush of their lips together was like fire catching in very dry wood. Eric felt his body go up in flame instantly, and all for a kiss which didn’t last more than a second or so.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Eric tried to contain himself. Tried to control the lust, something which he hadn’t felt in over a year, not really. And even before that, he’d never wanted any of his partners the way that he wanted Theo, more aroused after that brief kiss than he had been after anything anyone else had ever done to him.
“Teddy,” he whispered, and he knew he was vulnerable in that moment. He knew that if Theo left, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. But Theo had initiated this kiss, hadn’t he?
“Eric. Open your eyes. Look at me.” Theo’s voice was deeper than usual, and when Eric listened, when he opened his eyes, he saw that Theo’s face was filled with none of the fog that he had been inflicted with at the other house, the house that reeked of mold. No, those eyes were clear and glimmering, sparks of green and gold seeming to only add to the inferno inside Eric.
They searched each other’s eyes, faces, as though both asking the other if they really wanted to do this. This could cross over a line, it would inevitably do so, and if they did this, it could never be undone. Did they really want that? Did either of them want to give in so thoroughly to the other?
The answer, for Eric at least, was clear. He knew what he wanted, what he had wanted since, well, as long as he could remember. He had never truly given any serious thought to being with anyone else, only Theo. For his whole life, it had been Theo.
The look grew intense, more heated, the pressure of Theo’s eyes coiling through him and throwing fuel on a fire already burning hot.
“Be careful, Teddy,” Eric whispered, and his voice was ragged, half broken. Eric knew he was a strong man, and he knew he was resilient, but Theo could break him completely. The only one that Eric had ever cared about enough to let him in that much, and he’d been hurt so badly.
Here he was, doing it all over again, only this time, Theo wasn’t running. Theo, godlike, looked down at him and there was just as much arousal, desire, lust, in those eyes as Eric knew was in his own.
“Eric. Show me your bedroom,” Theo whispered back, and his voice was every bit as hoarse, as emotional, as Eric’s had been. That actually comforted Eric, and he nodded and turned away with an effort from the force of those eyes, his jeans tented out, the line of his erection clearly visible against the fabric.
One kiss, and it was enough to have him almost shooting off in his pants. That’s what Theo, his Teddy, could do to him.
With Theo at his back, he led the way down the hallway, his heart beating away at his ribcage. Deep in his mind, there was a warning. Don’t get involved. Don’t give Theo the chance to walk away again, because, he had to acknowledge, quite frankly he might not survive it if he did.
The walk seemed endless, down the familiar, homey, comforting hallways of the house he’d grown up in. He was even leading the way to the same bedroom he’d had since he was a kid, just on the off chance that his parents might come back and want the master bedroom.
He pushed the door open and looked around the room, which thankfully wasn’t too messy. He really only slept here, and the bed was one of the few things which he’d splurged on, a king sized pillow top mattress which seemed to beckon to him.
“Teddy,” He whispered, turning to look at the other man, who had followed him closely the whole way. Eric’s body tingled with his nearness, and he reached for him, taking his hand. “Maybe we should …”
Calm down? Sit and talk, figure out how far they wanted to go? Throw each other to the mattress and fuck their way through it? Even Eric didn’t know what he was suggesting, but maybe it didn’t matter, because Theo leaned down and seized Eric’s lips, and this time, there was nothing brief or gentle or at all chase about the kiss.
There was a fierceness to it, a force, a sense of some sort of wall in Theo letting go, a wall which had pushed Eric out for so long. He felt that wall break, and he gloried in it with a fierce pleasure which was almost sexual in itself. Without any more hesitation, Eric locked his arms around him, tugging the towel free and then clasping his ass, pulling it, and Theo, closer to him as their lips parted and their tongues swept freely into each other’s mouths.
It was a complicated kiss, a kiss so intensely hot that Eric thought he might actually get burned. Worse, though, he found that he didn’t care. He pushed a strong thigh between Theo’s legs and up against his erection, and they, locked together, went over onto the bed together and fell in a tangle on the soft, plush surface.
Theo groaned and pushed Eric over onto his back, and Eric, who could still remember what it had felt like to be trapped under him in that parking lot, let him. This time, there was nothing ambiguous about it. Theo was naked, and their cocks pressed together, with only Eric’s clothes separating them.
Theo’s hips pressed forward, then away, then toward Eric again, and with another rush of triumph, Eric realized that Theo was grinding against him. The pressure continued as they shared kiss after kiss, hips rolling, thrusting, rubbing against each other until Eric could barely breathe, much less think.
One thing he knew, he was going to shoot off all over the place, he was going to make a huge mess in his jeans if this continued on. Already the desire to just keep going, the pressure rising inside himself, the way his balls drew up tight to his body, these things were all warning him that he would have to stop soon or it would be too late.
“Wait, Teddy, hold on, babe, please.” Eric forced himself to take a deep breath, to back away from the brink of no return.
“I don’t want to stop,” Theo protested, but he did. He moved off of Eric, and Eric got to see the swollen hard leaking shape of his cock, covered in his own precum, which Eric saw was all over his own jeans. Or was that his own precum? It was hard to tell.
