Chapter Twelve

Kevin

Waiting until after we played together to take our bedroom play to the next level…worth it. Or at least I was glad to not have to follow that self-imposed rule any longer. Our evening at Chained was so much fun, Reid the most adorable little in the whole place, and I was one very proud daddy to be there with him for the evening. Even if we hadn't declared it a formal relationship. Past relationships had never had such a smooth first time, and I wondered if it was because we had been taking it slow.

Reid's outfit had been fire, yet another one he matched with the red, white, and blue ball cap, and the whole evening from start to finish a true success. By the time we were in the car on the way home, with him once again wearing his jeans and T-shirt, I felt the shift from little to big, and the atmosphere subtly changed between us.

Initially, I had thought we'd end the evening after our visit to the club. I had decided to ask him out on a big date and then open the door to more physicality. But the pheromones were heady, even our breathing harsh in the quiet car. I reached to turn on the radio, but Reid covered my hand with his and stopped me. "I'd rather just talk?"

"Oh sure." I put my hand back on the wheel. "About this evening? I had a very nice time, and I hope we can do it again soon."

"I did, too, and yes, I'd love to, but that's not what I wanted to talk about."

"All right." I knew what my mind was focused on, but I wanted him to be the first to speak if he was thinking the same thing.

"About tonight? The rest of tonight."

"Yes?" I could have moved the conversation forward faster, but this had never been about speed. "What would you like to do? Are you hungry?"

"Yes…but not for food."

At this point, his hesitation was asking me to take the reins. Reins I was more comfortable holding when I knew we were on the same page. "Would you like to spend the night together?"

"Yes. That." He sounded so relieved. "Would you?"

"Your place or mine?" Since they were so close together, we were already headed in the right direction either way.

"Is mine okay? I just changed the sheets."

The little dickens had this in mind the whole time! I flashed him a grin. "So did I." Just in case plans changed. "But your place sounds perfect."

He had me pull into his driveway and park outside his garage, and I had him wait for me to come around and open his door. We were both keyed up, and if he could not hear my heart thudding, he was not paying attention. Or maybe listening to his own.

The only thing that slowed us down on the way into the house was him fishing for his keys with a shaky hand, and once we were inside, clothes flew everywhere. By the time we reached his bedroom, no fabric lay between us, and I gathered him in my arms for the first kiss where we knew where things were going.

Reid was lean but with that kind of muscle that came with youth and good genes. I explored his body with both hands while enjoying his mouth with my lips and tongue. Moving forward, I backed him toward the bed where he sat on the edge and I knelt in front of him.

"Isn't it your turn?" he asked but didn't do anything to stop me when I took him in my mouth. "I guess not." Bracing on his hands, he tilted his hips upward and let out a long sigh. I cupped his sac gently in my palm and sucked on his cock, bringing him slowly toward the come I wanted him to have before things sped up and all my consideration might disappear.

Usually, I'd have confidence in my ability to go as slow as necessary to make sure my partner also reached their peak, but I'd been fantasizing about this moment for too long to be safe. I'd even had a quiet moment alone in the shower before dressing for the club, hoping to take the edge off. But the throbbing organ between my legs belied any kind of calm. Sucking harder, I prayed he'd come before I spilled without even touching him.

That couldn't happen to a grown man, could it?

If only I could be sure.

But just as an edge of panic colored my performance, he grabbed my shoulders and whimpered, hot and salty at the back of my throat, his cum flowing into me.

Reid lay back, panting, and I stood up and looked for my pants. I didn't know what room I'd left them in.

"What do you need?" he asked, watching me through narrowed eyes.

"Condom, lube…in my pocket." I had a strip of four and a travel-size tube of lube wherever my pants lay. The living room? The hallway?

"Top dresser drawer." He waved a hand in the general direction of the tallboy dresser against the wall opposite the bed. "I bought them for tonight."

"Mischief maker. I was trying to pace us, and you went shopping?"

He giggled. "And you filled your pocket with supplies."

"I said I was trying…but you're too sexy to resist."

"Get the stuff before I explode." He flopped back on the bed and pulled his knees to his chest. "Again."

Luckily the dresser was only a few steps away, and I opened the first condom on the way back to the bed. I rolled it on and opened the tube. His position opened him to me, and I took my time preparing him, learning his body, slicking and stretching his hole before lubing up the condom and positioning my cock.

His moans of encouragement had me pushing past the tight ring of muscles and into his enveloping, hot body. I'd waited for this joining, and it was worth every moment of tension to finally be inside him. Retreating, I drove in again and again, slowing only when I had to, to make it last. His cock was already hard again, too.

"Show me how to touch you," I growled, wrapping my hand around him. "What you like."

He did as I asked, and right when I didn't think I could hold out any longer, his second orgasm jetted out and over our joined hands.

My cum followed, inside him, the tight sleeve milking every drop into the condom's tip.

Laying over him, I pressed kisses to his chest until I got enough strength back to push to my feet. A nightlight guided me to the en suite where I pulled off the condom and disposed of it then cleaned myself and soaked a washcloth with warm water.

"Kevin?"

"Coming." I returned to the bed to find him curled up on his side. "I'm going to clean you up, okay?"

"Mmm." He peeked at me through half-closed eyes. "Thank you. You're staying, right?"

"I'd love to." A few minutes later, we were together, under the covers, and Reid was breathing soft and even in my arms. The perfect end to a perfect night.