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That smoothed out a great deal of those lines. Brian exhaled. “I’mreallycrappy with relationships.” Brian leaned into Rob’s touch. “But I want more than a hookup, too.”
“Then it’s settled.” He kissed Brian again and lingered, loving the taste of his desperate need.
When they broke apart, Brian’s breath was rough. “You’re going to keep me up all night.”
He liked that idea, too. Brian tossing and turning, jacking off to thoughts of him. He stepped close and whispered into Brian’s ear, “After our next date, I’m going to find out what the rest of you tastes like.”
“Fuck.” It came out like a moan.
“Good night, Bri.”
Brian swallowed. “That’s easy for you to say.”
“Not really.” He took one of Brian’s hands and pressed it against his hard shaft.
Another bob of Brian’s Adam’s apple. Fingers explored his length through denim and for a moment, he regretted not letting Brian take him upstairs.
Brian kissed his cheek. “Well now you can think about me, too.”
Oh, they were going to have fun. “I will be.” He stole another quick kiss. “Talk to you tomorrow?” He stepped back.
“You have my number.” A quirky, sexy smile accompanied that.
He certainly did. Rob chuckled and waved, then headed back to his car before he changed his mind.
Given that his own head was spinning from Brian’s admission, he had no doubt Brian’s must be ready to fly off into the sky. Better to wait and do thisrightthan to fuck the whole thing up.
He’d had enough of fucking things up to last a lifetime.
Chapter Five
Brian neededthree shots in his cappuccino Saturday morning to keep his train of thought from slipping off the tracks and into how Rob tasted, the way he’d moved, the thickness of his cock, and just how hard Brian had come beating himself off.
As predicted, he’d spent a better part of the night with his brain wrapped around Rob and his hand wrapped around his dick.
He’d had the stamina of his youth last night, but that had faded into the early morning. His ass wasdragging, and he’d no one to blame but himself.
Still, the morning had gone smoothly, despite the rainy weather. Customers were steady, but not overwhelming, and he’d finished the week’s schedule ahead of time. As an added bonus, somehow he had next Sunday free. Theentireday.
Granted, it wasn’t yet noon, so who knew what the rest of the day would bring. Might have been cynical, but he never let his guard down against bad news. After all, the week he’d finally thought the shop was runningperfectly, Sam Anderson had hired away Justin.
He didn’t begrudge either Sam or Justin—the job was the perfect fit, and Justin had found Eli and converted that cold, standoffish man into someone full of joy and life. That had been a miracle to see—he’d followed the story of Eli’s accident in the paper, back in the day, and had recognized Eli the first day he’d walked into the shop. Now he was a fixture—a married, happy one. He’d envied them both for the longest time.
Now his head was full of Rob. He’d been astounded, once he’d come down from the fire in his veins, that Rob hadn’t rejected him.
It’s absolutely fine to be bi.
That’s not what he’d heard in college. Hearing those words from Rob had nearly shattered him to pieces right there in the middle of the street. So much he wanted to ask Rob. So much he wanted todoto him and with him.
The door opened with its usual clanging, and the postal carrier came in with a small stack of mail.
“Care for a cup?” Her hat and coat were splayed with water.
“I’d love one.” She plopped the mail on the counter.
He poured his bold drip coffee into a medium cup, put a lid on, and handed it over. She liked it black and strong. “Stay dry.”
“Funny man.” She tipped the cup at him and headed out into the damp street.
