“It’s true. Let me show you.” He tried to pull Chris’s waist flush with his, but Chris was just strong enough to hold him back. He glanced down and saw the evidence of Chris’s interest in the front of those jeans. Okay, that’s a definite advantage to doing this with a guy,
he thought, amused. Visual evidence.
He grinned up at Chris. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”
“Yeah. I want to lick you all over. Let me?”
Chris shuddered, his eyes closing for a brief moment.
Darien used his moment to slide both hands up and around the back of Chris’s head. Before Chris could protest, Darien pulled and their lips met. Chris froze. Darien froze. Whoa.
He tilted his head, letting his lips slide against Chris’s. That was nice. Softer than he’d expected and so very warm. No lipstick or lip gloss, either -- another plus. Not that different from kissing a girl, really, except Chris was taller and smelled different. Darien parted his lips and traced his tongue along the edge of Chris’s lower lip. Chris’s fingers dug into Darien’s shoulders, but he didn’t push away. Darien kept hold of Chris’s head and opened beneath him, tongue pressing the seam of his lips. They parted, and he gently pushed inside, pausing for a slow swipe over Chris’s top teeth before delving inside to invite Chris’s tongue out to play. Tasted different. Tasted wonderful. There was the wine and tomato sauce mostly, but under that was a spice that was different than what he was used to.
Maybe it was the moan that came unbidden out of Darien’s throat that kicked Chris’s brain back into thinking. Damn it.
Chris pushed away, forcing their lips apart. Darien tried to pull him back, but Chris speared his hands in Darien’s hair and did some pulling of his own. Pulling his hair happened to be one of Darien’s hot points. He loved it but never actually told any lovers that, because you didn’t go around telling people to pull your hair. That was just --
“What are you doing?”
Darien blinked his eyes open, sucking in a breath. “Kissing you.”
“I want to fuck you.”
Chris narrowed his eyes, lenses of his glasses shining in the lamplight. “What are you trying to prove?”
“I’m not trying to prove anything.”
Darien snarled softly. He loosened his firm grip on the back of Chris’s skull. The fingers, however, stayed, sifting gently through Chris’s short hair. Soft but kinda thick. Probably why it always stayed just so. “Okay. I want to know what it’s like.”
“‘What it’s like’?”
“Sleeping with a guy.” Sleeping with you.
“Maybe I do want to prove something. I don’t know.” He tried to push closer, got his groin to brush Chris’s thigh before the other man pulled back. He sighed. “All I know is that when I’m with you, I want to fuck you. It’s been like that for over a month now. So why not go with it?”
“Do I have a say in the matter?”
That stopped him. Darien blinked, eyes widening. “I thought you wanted me.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Oh, come on. I’ve caught you looking plenty.”
“Looking is one thing. Touching is entirely different.”
“And fucking’s even more,” Darien added with an eyebrow waggle. “Come on, Chris. You want me.”
Nostrils flared. Oh, that was new. “Perhaps…”
“Good, then. You want me. I want you.” Darien settled his arms around Chris’s neck. Weird, he’d never hugged a guy like this before, not with his arms up. Since he was usually shorter, his arms went around the waist. Who cares? Focus!
“What’s the harm? Neither of us is looking for anything serious right now.”
Darien’s move closer forced Chris’s hands to readjust. Hands let up on his hair and slid down his back. “So that’s what all the questions were about at dinner?” Darien took heart that the hands settled at his waist.
Darien winced. “Not all of them.” He studied Chris’s Adam’s apple. “I did want to have dinner with you.” He peeked back up at Chris’s face. “It was nice, wasn’t it?”
Fingers toyed with the top of his waistband, a hopeful sign. As was the way Chris’s shock was melting into warm speculation. “Yes, it was nice.”
Darien licked his lips, drawing Chris’s attention to his mouth. “Kissing was nice, too. Can we do it again?”
Chris groaned. “Darien, this is probably not a good idea.”
“Sure it is.” Darien twisted one leg just enough so that a nudge forward pressed his cock into the meat of Chris’s thigh. “More would be nice, too.”
Sighing, Chris tilted his head up, taking his mouth out of range. Damn.
Darien leaned in and brushed his lips against the thin skin beating over Chris’s pulse, right under his jaw.
A slight tremor shook the body pressed to his.
Darien licked a line over that pulse. He liked that; Chris should like it. “Come on, Chris. Fuck me.”
Chris groaned, swallowing. “Then what?” he asked the ceiling.
Darien kissed his clavicle. “Then we do it again?”
Chris laughed. “What if you don’t like it?”
Darien rocked his hips again. “I kind of doubt that.”
“You might not.”
“Fair enough. If I don’t, I won’t hold it against you.”
Chris laughed again, sliding his arms fully around Darien’s waist to hold him close. Yes!
His head came down and he nuzzled Darien’s temple. “So if you do like it, what are we then? Lovers? Fuck buddies?”
“I need a better answer.”
“Such a lawyer.” Darien sighed, tucking his forehead in against Chris’s neck. “I just want something different for a change. I haven’t actually wanted
anyone like this for a long time. It feels good. It’s been a while since I felt good.” He heard the wistful pain in his own voice and wondered at it.
A hand slid up to span between his shoulder blades, fingertips just teasing the nape of his neck. “If we do this, I’m going to fuck you. Do you hear me?”
A hot sizzle shot up Darien’s spine, forcing him to shiver. “I hear you.”
“You know what that means?”
“You want to fuck my ass.”
The hand at his back slid up into his hair, grabbing a fistful. Chris used the hold to make him tilt his head back so they could look at each other eye-to-eye. “Yes.”
“So you are
a top,” Darien joked, just a little nervous. Whoa, that’s heat,
he thought, watching Chris’s eyes burn dark brown. He really needed to get those glasses off.
Darien swallowed, then nodded. “Okay.”
“You’re all right with that?”
“You’ll make it good.” It was not a question, rather a statement. He’d never particularly wanted his ass reamed, but the thought of Chris doing it didn’t seem so bad.
Chris’s eyes roamed his face for a brief moment. Then he smiled. The hand at Darien’s waist slipped down to cup his ass. Squeezed. “Oh, yes.”
There went that sizzle again. Geez, his cock was rock hard. “Then, yeah.”
The growl deep in the prim lawyer’s chest was just about the most sexy fucking thing ever. “That doesn’t bother you?”
Darien would have shaken his head, but Chris still had a firm hold on a good chunk of his hair. “I told you, I want to know what it’s like.”
The hand in his hair and the hand on his ass both moved. Then Chris was cradling his face. The heat behind those glasses mesmerized Darien. “By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll know.”