While he waited, Eric scrolled through his phone, glancing up now and then to check if Kyle was there. It wasn’t a particularly savoury place to walk. The parking lot was dark and closed in, and against one wall there was a row of dumpsters.
Eric hated dumpsters. He’d once been called out to a scene to find the man in need of medical assistance had just beaten another human being to death and dumped her in a dumpster like garbage.
Eric had hated every minute of tending to his patient, a crude roughneck of a brute who’d had a major heart attack after his violent assault on a much younger woman, apparently his sister.
Aaron had taken one look inside the bin and shaken his head. There’d been no saving the beaten girl. The brute, however—that was another matter. He’d recovered to face murder charges and was now in prison.
“Why the hell are you thinking about this now, when you’re about to go on a date with a sexy bloke?” Eric muttered to himself. “Think sexy thoughts.”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath then squeaked in panic when firm lips pressed against his with a low chuckle. His eyes shot open as the warm mouth left his.
“Are you meditating?” Kyle stood beside the open window, rucksack over his shoulder, jacket slung over his arm. He looked tired but happy. “Aligning your chakras, are we?” He grinned then walked around the front of the car to climb in the passenger seat. He muttered as he tried to stretch out his long legs. “I love the wheels, but she isn’t Kyle friendly.” He glanced across at Eric. “You look as if you fit, so how come I feel like a sardine?”
“Practice,” Eric assured him as he started the car. “I’d suggest you keep your bag on your lap as there isn’t room for it in the back.”
Finally, Kyle settled in with his seat belt fastened and bag on lap as instructed. Eric pulled out of the dim parking lot and soon they were on the street.
“Thanks for coming to fetch me,” Kyle murmured as he rested, half asleep, against the chair back. “I wasn’t sure how far away you lived, and after a shift like tonight, I’d have fallen asleep and missed my stop.”
Eric placed a hand on Kyle’s thigh. “No problem. I love an excuse to get Little Lady out and drive her.”
“Little Lady?” Kyle chuckled. “I like it.”
Watching Kyle fall asleep was like watching a kid snuggle in under a comforter. He tucked in against the side of the door, hugging his bag possessively. He wore a small smile with those full lips slightly parted. His chest rose and fell evenly under his light pink shirt and a strand of dark purple hair fell across his cheek.
Eric wanted to brush it off but was scared he’d wake up Kyle. This man seemed to bring out all Eric’s protective instincts—something he’d last felt with Lincoln.
“He reminds me of you, Linc,” Eric whispered in the quiet confines of the car. “Strong on the outside, vulnerable on the inside. Mouthy and too damn sexy for his own good.”
He could almost hear Lincoln’s chuckle and reply. You have a type, Eric-bear. Just remember he’s not me. I’m gone. You need to find someone new.
The thought brought a lump to Eric’s throat and he was glad when he saw his house and pulled into his parking space. He switched off the engine and looked at Kyle, who slumbered on. It seemed a pity to wake him but he couldn’t leave him here squashed in the car.
“Come on, Sleeping Beauty.” Eric brushed his fingers down Kyle’s bristled cheek. “We’re here.”
Kyle’s eyes opened blearily and then he shot up, staring around him. “Oh, shit. I fell asleep, didn’t I? I’m so sorry. Some late-night booty call this is.”
Eric stared at him. “Booty call? That’s not what this is about, is it? Because that wasn’t my intention…”
Kyle swiftly shut him up by pressing cool lips to his. “Hush. It was a figure of speech.” He opened his car door and clambered out, stretching and giving a low groan of satisfaction. “Shit, I feel like one of those jack-in-the-boxes that’s just popped out.”
His tee-shirt drew up and Eric’s breath hitched at the glimpse of Kyle’s lean, naked torso and the treasure trail leading down, disappearing in his low-slung formal trousers.
“Come on, let’s get inside,” Eric said gruffly.
Kyle yawned and followed him inside like a lanky puppy. Eric reached up and switched on the light.
Kyle blinked. “Wow, nice. Very white and minimalist. Does the kitchen actually get used?”
Eric frowned. “Well, yeah, of course it does. I don’t like stuff being out looking untidy, so it’s all packed away until I want to use it. Same for the rest of the place.” His home was a simple, clean, white and cream layout, an open-plan kitchen and lounge with two bedrooms to the rear.
Kyle nodded, seemingly fascinated by Eric’s lack of ornaments or décor. Apart from his Michael Thompsett prints on the walls, Eric wasn’t keen on stuff littering his place.
Kyle dropped his bag and bounded over to the long, chenille couch, bouncing on it as he lay down. His face assumed an expression of bliss. Eric despaired whether he was ever going to get to take Kyle to bed tonight. The man looked hell bound to fall asleep.
“This is really comfy.” Kyle gave a moan of enjoyment.
Eric sighed and went to the small bar cabinet. “Do you fancy a drink before you go to sleep?” He pulled down the bar top and considered what he had in there. Whisky would do, he knew Kyle enjoyed it.
“Who said anything about sleeping?” came an unexpected murmur in his ear, followed by a warm lick.
Heart thudding, Eric turned to face a smirking and obviously unrepentant Kyle. “You have to stop doing that.” Eric exclaimed. “You’re going to kill me. And how the hell do you manage to creep up on people so silently?”
Kyle shrugged. “It’s a knack.” He ran a finger down Eric’s jawline, eyes sparkling. “Can I take a quick shower? I’m all sweaty and someone spilled booze on me.” He grimaced. “I reek of tequila.”
Eric could only nod. “Guest bathroom is through there, down the hallway, first on the right. Spare guest towels in the cupboard under the sink.”
Kyle winked, retrieved his bag and disappeared. Eric heard the bathroom door close and the shower start.
The door opened again and Kyle yelled, “You can get ready for me in your bedroom, if you like. I know we said we’d floor-fuck but I’m sure the bed will be much more comfortable on my arse. I’m not partial to rug burn.” The door slammed shut again.
Eric needed no further prompting. He turned off the lights and took the two drinks into his bedroom. He placed one on each of the bed’s side tables, switching on the bedside light and flooding the room with dim glow. Disrobing quickly, he folded his clothes into a neat pile on the dresser.
When he slid under the duvet, he turned to check he had lube and condoms stashed on the side table. Satisfied he did, he laid back, arms above his head and waited for Kyle.
The wait was worth every minute. Fifteen minutes later, Kyle appeared, fresh and naked, his cock half-mast along his smooth groin. He stopped in the doorway, framed by the light in the bedroom and grinned wickedly as he struck a seductive pose.
“Well,” he drawled, watching Eric with hungry eyes. “If it isn’t a hunk of paramedic in the bed, waiting to screw me senseless.”
He prowled over to the bed, nipple rings glinting in the light. Eric wanted to tug on them with his teeth until he heard Kyle make a small sound of both desire and pain.
Kyle threw back the covers, and like a feral cat, he slinked up the bed to straddle Eric. The air left the room as he wriggled his arse against Eric’s rising cock then smiled predatorily.
“Hello there,” he purred.
Eric’s thoughts jumbled in an already scrambled brain from Kyle’s clean scent, the slide of his warm skin against him and the sheer wantonness he gave off as he leaned in to lick a slow trail around Eric’s bottom lip.
This man is sex on a stick. I’m not sure I can handle him.
“Stop looking so damn worried,” Kyle murmu
red. “I’m not going to eat you.” The eyebrow with the ring in it rose suggestively. “Although that might be a lovely thing to do sometime.”
He’d removed his purple contacts and his deep brown eyes shone with both humour and lust.
Eric could stand the teasing no longer. He reached out and pulled Kyle down to him. “I need to taste you.”
The wet, open-mouthed kiss that followed sent his senses into further turmoil. From the sounds Kyle was making into his mouth, he was turned on too. His hardened cock pressed against Eric’s abs, slicking their stomachs with arousal.
He was dimly aware of Kyle breaking the kiss and lying down beside him, legs akimbo, his desire evident as his hardened cock jutted into Eric’s side.
“Enough of that,” Kyle said breathlessly. “Time to fuck me.”
Eric couldn’t take his eyes off Kyle opening the lube bottle and pouring a liberal amount on his fingers. Then, like a sculptor caressing clay, Kyle reached between his legs and slid his finger around his hole, finally pressing inside.
His eyes closed, and his eyelashes fluttered as he fucked himself with his fingers. “Uhhm, yeah,” he groaned. The next moan was louder.
Despite his arousal, Eric grinned when Kyle opened one eye, no doubt to gauge his reaction. God, he’s such a fucking tease. “I think you’ve had enough fun, mister,” he murmured as he slid over Kyle’s sweat-sheened body. “It’s my turn now. Move your damn hand. That’s mine.”
Eric caressed the outside of Kyle’s rim then slid two fingers inside the warm, tight, wet hole. “This,” he promised, and then he removed his fingers from Kyle arse. “And this,” he groaned as he gripped Kyle’s cock, sliding a clenched hand up and down.
Kyle uttered a strangled moan and Eric felt a surge of satisfaction as he watched those brown eyes grow glassy and unfocused while Kyle’s breathing became uneven and deep.
“That feels so good,” Kyle murmured breathily. “Imagine how it will feel when I have your beautiful cock inside me.”
Eric leaned forward and tugged at the nipple ring with his teeth, causing Kyle’s breaths to become erratic. “God, you are incredible,” Eric whispered. “So damned responsive.”
“Stop with the compliments and fuck me,” was Kyle’s strained response.
Eric chuckled as he rolled on the condom while Kyle watched avidly, lips wet, pupils flaring. Then, pushing Kyle’s hands above his head, Eric held him down as he braced himself for entry into the sexiest creature he’d ever met.
When he breached Kyle’s arse, both men gasped and froze, staring at each other.
Fuck, that feels good. He was made for me.
Sweat beaded on Kyle’s face. “Stop being such a gentleman and keep going,” he snarled, pushing his hips upward, impaling himself deeper. “I didn’t say you could stop.”
“You’re such a bossy bastard,” Eric grunted as he did what he was he told.
Then all conversation stopped. There was only the sensation of skin on skin, the taste of salt in his mouth from trickling sweat, and the slow and steady rush of blood in his veins making him feel more alive than he’d been in a long time.
Beneath him Kyle was pumping his hips, scratching sharp nails into Eric’s back and uttering nonsensical panting moans as he gave himself over to his bliss.
The primal act of sex, of being as close to another human being as one could get, had always filled Eric with awe. With Kyle, though, he felt—god-like. Thrusting into the willing man writhing under him, feeling his pleasure like electric pulses beating through his cock—this was what it meant to be young and alive; to be part of something bigger than both of them.
And there was no doubt he wanted more of it.
“God,” he gasped as his body prickled with heat and his balls contracted. “I’m not sure I can go any longer.”
Kyle arched his neck, baring a slender, flushed throat. “Then blow, baby. Give me all you’ve got.”
Eric exploded into the condom as his orgasm hit with avalanche-worthy force. He shuddered as the aftershocks hit, small tremors that shook his body and gave him goose bumps.
“Fuck, that was hot, seeing you come like that.” In one fluid motion Kyle pushed Eric onto his back, and straddled him, his cock still inside Kyle. Eric was too spent to react other than look into the heated gaze of the man who currently held him captive in every way.
Kyle reached down and took hold of his own dick. “I want to shoot all over you, paint you like a masterpiece with my come.” A few hard jerks resulted in exactly that. Hot, slick semen coated Eric’s stomach and chest, and a few stray strands landed on his lips. He licked it away, relishing in the taste of Kyle in his mouth.
Kyle flopped down, boneless and sticky. For a moment neither one said anything then Eric ran a hand down the smooth flanks lying over him. “Epic as that was, we should clean up and get into bed.” Eric closed his eyes, loathe to move but needing to breathe.
Kyle nodded, hair brushing Eric’s nose and making him sneeze. “Sorry. Yeah, I guess we should do that.” He moved off and flung his legs off the bed. “I’ll go first.” Kyle stood then disappeared into the bathroom.
Eric must have dozed off because when he opened his eyes, a warm body was snuggled up next to him. He rolled his shoulder against heated flesh; his arm had gone to sleep because Kyle was lying on it.
“Ugh,” Kyle murmured. “That tickles.” He shuffled a little further away and Eric stretched out his arm, trying to relieve the pins and needles.
“Don’t worry,” Kyle said sleepily as he snuggled a pert, warm arse in against Eric’s front. “You were asleep when I came out so I cleaned you up and tucked you in. Go back to sleep.”
Eric wrapped an arm around Kyle and drew him closer against him. “Thanks. Sorry I fell asleep.”
“S’right,” Kyle snuffled from the depths of the pillow. “Not the first time a bloke’s gone to sleep afterwards.”
Eric kissed the back of the fragranced hair that was still making his nose twitch. “I’m not surprised, if that’s what sex with you is like. You really know how to take it out of a guy.”
He felt a pang of jealousy for any other man who’d had Kyle this way.
Kyle’s head shook fractionally and his muffled words filled Eric with hope. “Not like that with anyone else. Just you. Now go to fucking sleep, will you?”
Eric smiled widely and settled in. He could get used to this.
“No, you can’t use a sex swing on the stage tonight. I’ve told you. The beams above are not strong enough to support you and your partner having bloody simulated sex.”
Eric grinned as Kyle, looking more than frazzled, glowered at a two-hundred-pound drag queen who was battering her eyelashes shamelessly at his—boyfriend? He still wasn’t quite sure what to call Kyle after the last two weeks. Two incredible weeks of hot sex, cuddles and finding out they both loved Vietnamese food. And Alexander Skarsgård.
They hadn’t done much talking about personal stuff, but Eric was at the point where he felt he could talk about Lincoln. He only hoped Kyle would open up soon about whatever gave him nightmares.
Eric sighed. We’re a right pair; both of us with our bad dreams and three am wake-up calls. At least the cuddling each other back to sleep makes up for it.
Cuddling that occasionally led to sleepy, comfort sex.
Tonight, it was the Annual Hoity Toity Tart Fashion Show at Club Delish. It was a major event and had driven Kyle to distraction, even with Ryan’s limited help during the recovery stage of his convalescence.
Kyle paced up and down the stage, gesticulating angrily. “Calypso, I don’t care what Delilah told you. Those beams won’t hold you both and I have to think about health and safety.” He glared at Calypso Cockbottom, who simply rolled her eyes at the dramatics.
“And it’s not only you two I need to worry about,” Kyle said cattily. “I have to worry about you both flattening anyone who might happen to be standing underneath you when the swing gives way.”
Calypso
opened her mouth and screeched in horror. “Oh, you little bitch. How dare you? It’s not my fault you look like one of those candidates for Carnival of the Skinny Man Whore. Some of us love our extra pound of flesh. Don’t we, Qunta?”
She flicked the Japanese fan she was holding in the direction of another queen, who stood on the side-lines, smirking at the show playing out centre stage. Eric had been highly entertained for the last ten minutes as the argument escalated, and had seen the amused glint in Calypso’s eyes as she baited Kyle.
“Oh, yes, honey,” Qunta Kryptonite agreed, as she simpered at her partner. “Some of us like a little something to hold onto while we fuck. We don’t want to cut ourselves on the bones of said skinny man whore.”
“I am not a man whore,” Kyle said between gritted teeth. “And I’m not skinny. Am I, Eric?”
Shocked out of complacency, Eric thought quickly. “No, babe, you’re not. Nice and lean is what you are.” He sidled up to Kyle, lowering his voice. “You do know these two are just riling you up on purpose, don’t you?”
Kyle looked at him and winked. “Oh yeah. It’s a game we play. Hang on for the ride.”
He strode over to Calypso and prodded her ample chest with each word he spoke. “You.Are.Not.Having.A.Sex.Swing.On.My.Stage. Got it?”
Calypso flapped her fan in his face and glared. “Fine. I’ll talk to D. She’ll let me have one.” She flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and motioned to her partner. “Come on, darling. Let’s go find Delilah. She won’t be as bitchy as this one.”
“Don’t go busting her chops,” Kyle warned. “She’s still recovering from her surgery and you’ll have Mango to deal with if you cause her grief.”
They both looked worried for a moment. “We’ll manage him,” Calypso didn’t look so sure, but waved a hand in Qunta’s direction. “I’m sure two of us weighty bitches can handle little old Mango.”
As the two queens exited stage-right, Calypso looked back and flipped her middle finger at Kyle. He flipped her back.
Eric shook his head. “Wow, this is something else. You need some sort of psych education and qualifications to deal with that kind of crazy.”
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