Thirteen

Steve

“What time do you work tomorrow?” Garrett asked me when we were finished eating.

“Not until eleven, why what did you have in mind?” I asked, instantly intrigued because it seemed lately, I was intrigued with anything to do with Garrett.

“Come to my house, I live nearby. I mean if you want to,” he said.

“Of course I want to,” I said and moved closer to him where we stood talking by his car.

“Okay, I’ll send you the address in case we get separated in traffic.” He tapped it out on his phone and mine chimed with a message. “I’ll see you there in about five minutes,” he said, and kissed me softly before getting into his car. He smiled and waved and that’s all it took to get me moving to my own. I followed him out of the parking lot, but just like he predicted I lost him in traffic. After following the directions on my phone, I pulled into a driveway as the garage door was lifting and he drove his car inside to park. “About time you got here.”

“I got lost—”

“I know, come on.” He held his hand out to me, and I hurried inside the garage as he lowered the door, and we were alone. Without another word he pressed me against his car and kissed me. It wasn’t the gentle kisses I’d come to expect from him. No, this time it was definitely Garrett in control, and I was more than willing to let him lead. His tongue pressed against my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth, making him groan. His hand cupped my cheek as he glided his thumb just in front of my ear.

“Just so you know, I’m single, and I’m clear. I want to fuck you so bad you’re all I can think of.” His voice was calm but gritty with desire.

“What if I want to fuck you?” I asked without a hint of sarcasm. Which was saying something.

“We can do that too,” he said and kissed me again. He was hard and pressed against my leg avoiding my own hard dick. “Ready?”

“Yes,” I managed to say. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he dragged me by the hand into his house. A small white dog ran up to us wagging his tail and dancing around Garrett’s feet.

“Teddy! How are you my sweet boy?” He scooped him up in his arms and cuddled him while looking over his head at me. “Sorry, I need to let him outside really quick.” I petted the dog’s head, and he licked my hand.

“He’s adorable,” I said. And I wasn’t a huge fan of dogs, but he really was cute.

“He’s a good boy, aren’t you, Teddy. Now come on let’s go outside.” He hurried past me, and I followed and watched as he stood on his patio while the little dog sniffed around his yard. Teddy’s ears perked up and he went to the bathroom before hurrying to beat Garrett to the door. Garrett gave him a treat from a jar on the counter and he ran right to his bed. “Well, are you ready for your treat?” he asked, and tipped his head down to look up at me through his lashes.

“So ready,” I said. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me until both of us pulled away for a breath. “Bedroom?” Pulling me by the hand, he led me through his living room and down a short hall to his bedroom. It was dark, but the bed was made and there were no dirty clothes all over the floor. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge still holding my hand.

“What are you waiting for?” he whispered. I pushed him back on the bed and ground down on him while kissing him. He groaned while pressing his hand down on my ass forcing me even closer to him. After another kiss I leaned up and pulled my shirt off while helping him slide his over his head. The warmth of his skin on mine was as addictive as his kisses. The more I touched him the more I wanted to touch him. His skin was smooth with just a scant smattering of hair that led to his toned abs. My hand trailed down from his neck to his chest where I grazed his erect nipple with my thumb.

His breath sped up, but he didn’t move and when I shoved my hand down his pants and gripped his hard dick, his back arched and he flailed his hand around until he gripped my arm. “Okay, fuck me,” he groaned.

“Not yet,” I whispered and slid his pants down. His dick was as gorgeous as he was, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and burying my face in his trimmed hair and inhaling. His clean scent made my mouth water, and I couldn’t stop myself from swallowing down as much of him as I could. His hand pressed against the back of my head, and I reached into my own pants and hoped I didn’t finish before he did.

“Lube and condoms in the drawer,” he panted, and pointed at the side table. I grabbed both and threw them on the bed before pulling his pants all the way off. He sat up enough to pull back the comforter before moving to the center of the bed. His eyes were dark with desire, and as soon as I had everything beside him on the bed, I moved on top of him. I squirted some lube on my hand before gripping both of our dicks. The rub of his head against mine made me hiss in reaction. It was both too much and not enough sensation. His hips moved driving his dick harder against mine and making it tougher for me to control my need for him.

Sliding my hand back behind his balls, I rubbed some lube on his hole before slowly pressing in. He gripped the two of us in his hand now and I felt his dick twitch when I pressed my finger deeper inside him. He groaned as I continued to stretch him, and I hoped I could hold back enough to make this as good for him as I possibly could. Leaning in I kissed him, a wet and dirty kiss with lots of tongue causing both our dicks to react with a jerk.

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my finger out of him and hurried to slip the condom on. His eyes were on mine as I slowly slid in. He was hot and tight and felt so fucking good I knew this first time would not be a marathon. He lifted his legs to wrap around me and whispered so close to my ear I could feel his lips. “Fuck me, Steve.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I growled and lifted one of his legs higher on my hip before pounding into him. He moved with me as though we’d done this before or maybe his body was made for mine and mine for him. We hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on and in the dim light of his room I could see his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks were pink with the exertion, and I wanted to remember the way he looked right now forever. When his eyes opened and they locked with mine, I felt a shift. It wasn’t because we were fucking, it was something else, something I wasn’t ready to name, but god dammit I knew somehow this guy, who was my opposite in many ways, was worming his way into my heart.