Kenneth turned. Their mouths met. The entire world disappeared. Kenneth’s tongue slid across his and Nic melted. Nic’s fingers found the hem of Kenneth’s shirt and dove underneath.
Kenneth backed away. “Maybe we should slow down.”
Disappointment washed over Nic, but he got it. Kenneth hadn’t been out that long. This was probably too much, too fast. “Okay. Do you want to show me around?”
For a moment, Kenneth stared at him in silence. He looked as disappointed as Nic felt. Then the space between them vanished again as Kenneth overcame him. Their mouths met and clashed. Kenneth’s hands were everywhere. Nic lost himself to the competing sensations. He hadn’t realized how touch-starved he had been until he found himself beneath Kenneth’s hands.
Kenneth maneuvered him toward the couch until Nic found himself seated, with Kenneth straddling his lap. When Nic had made his move, he hadn’t expected to get this far. He was happy to just taste Kenneth’s tongue.
Because he—strangely—cared about Kenneth’s feelings. He tried slowing things down without giving up completely. His kiss softened. He kept his touch loving rather than groping. Nic felt Kenneth’s muscles relax. He melted into Nic while openly savoring Nic’s tongue.
Nic stroked his back, luring Kenneth into his web. He didn’t want to scare Kenneth with his intensity. Sometimes, Nic could be too forceful. He knew that. Nic had always had a bit of a bulldog attitude. He tended to charge at everything. Kenneth hadn’t lived the same life as him. He needed a softer hand. Nic didn’t know how he knew, but he did. This man had more reasons than religion to fear his sexuality. Someone had been too rough with him. That was what Nic had seen in his eyes when Kenneth begged to slow down. They had all weekend.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Or they could do this right now. “Point me toward the bedroom.”
Kenneth slipped from Nic’s lap, but instead of leading Nic to the bed, he dropped to his knees.
Nic watched—frozen with lust—as Kenneth reached for his zipper. He let Kenneth open his pants. The hungry expression Kenneth wore kept Nic on edge. Kenneth set Nic’s erection free. Nic couldn’t look away from the flush on Kenneth’s cheeks or the way his lips looked after Nic’s kiss. He genuinely wanted Nic. Something stirred in Nic’s chest. The truth hit him. He wanted more than one weekend. As hard as he had fought his attraction to Kenneth, Nic recognized why now. Kenneth wasn’t some hot guy he met in a club or on an app. He was the once-in-a-lifetime guy. Kenneth was the one that anyone with any sense wouldn’t let get away.
Nic stopped Kenneth before he went down on him. He took Kenneth’s hands and came to his feet, pulling Kenneth to his as he went. “Take me to bed.”
Kenneth’s lips parted in surprise. His gaze moved over Nic’s features. Finally, he turned away and headed down the hall with Nic’s hand still held in his. As they headed through an open door, Nic barely spared a glance for the wealth surrounding them. Everything was navy and gold, with splashes of white.
At the edge of the king-sized bed, Kenneth pulled him to a stop and went to work, undressing Nic. Nic held still and let it happen. His gaze wouldn’t waver from Kenneth’s face. This wasn’t the same man he had watched on the public stage and hated. Nic couldn’t explain that thought, but he believed it to his core. Something had happened in those months he had been missing. He had reappeared as someone else. Someone Nic craved more than his next breath.
Bare from the waist up and with his pants resting below his hips, Nic sat on the bed and waited for Kenneth’s next move.
Kenneth opened the bedside drawer. “Hopefully, there’s some lube and condoms here.”
The words barely penetrated Nic’s overwhelmed emotions. “If not, there’s some in my bag. Whose house did you say this was?”
“My best friend’s, Jared. Well, my only friend, really.”
“Just friends?” It seemed odd for Kenneth to feel confident enough to search the man’s bedside drawer.
A wry smile touched Kenneth’s lips. He closed the drawer. “Yes. I’ll grab your bag.”
Nic stared at nothing as Kenneth disappeared through the door. He had sounded so fucking jealous, even to his ears. Nic couldn’t explain what had just occurred. He hated another man’s name on Kenneth’s lips. Nic didn’t understand what was happening to him. Kenneth was back with Nic’s bag in tow before Nic experienced a full meltdown.
He had to act to save himself. Nic needed to take back control. He shot to his feet and quickly stripped away the rest of clothing. “I need a moment. Is this the restroom?” Nic barely spared the room a glance as he shut himself inside. Thankfully, it was the bathroom because Nic hadn’t truly checked before running for his life. He caught his reflection in the mirror and froze. His eyes were wild—like a trapped animal’s. Nic turned on the water and splashed his face. What the fuck? He had really darted into the bathroom like a panicked teen. Kenneth had probably put his shoes on and had his keys out, ready to take Nic back home to his mom, where he belonged. Jesus. Things had just felt too real for a second. He fought a hysterical laugh.
Nic covered his eyes for a second and then dropped his hand. He looked down at his hard dick. For the first time in his life, Nic didn’t believe he was only thinking with his cock. He wanted more with Kenneth fucking Yearly. Fuck it. Nic threw open the door. He found Kenneth beneath the covers, waiting.
Kenneth held up a tube of lube and a condom. “I found your stash.”
“Good.” Nic crossed the room, determined. He climbed onto the bed and claimed Kenneth’s mouth. When he slid beneath the covers, he found Kenneth nude. Everything inside him relaxed. The tension bled from him. He was where he was meant to be. His fingers encircled Kenneth’s erection. A breath stuttered through their kiss as Nic tugged.
“Put that condom on me.”
Kenneth tore into the condom with all the impatience Nic felt in his heart. Nic shifted onto his knees so Kenneth could work. Kenneth rolled the condom down his length. Nic fought a moan at Kenneth’s touch.
“Crack open that lube. I want to watch you play with that hole. Get it ready for me.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, Kenneth squirted lube onto his fingers and drew up his knees. Nic watched Kenneth finger his hole, stretching it open for Nic. Nic’s hunger grew by the second.
“I know you deserve all the foreplay in the world, but I’ve already jacked off once to the image of you. If I don’t have the real thing right now, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle later.”
“I didn’t ask you to be gentle.”
Nic tore his gaze away from the sexy show to meet Kenneth’s stare. “I know, but that’s what you deserve. If anyone says or acts otherwise, they don’t deserve you. I want to be worthy of you.”
Kenneth’s shocked expression made the confessions worthwhile. Nic used his moment of distraction to lead his throbbing dick to Kenneth’s waiting asshole. He didn’t give Kenneth time to tense. Nic thrust.
A long, deep moan vibrated from Kenneth. Nic nearly came at the sound. He had to have more. Nic held Kenneth’s legs in place and put his back into it. He thrust and rocked, riding Kenneth’s ass. Nic had a hard time keeping his eyes open. The pleasure was too much. Kenneth felt amazing. He forced his eyes open. Nic stole a moment to appreciate Kenneth’s body. He looked damn sexy. Nic was jealous of how well he had held up with age. In fact, they looked to be the same age. There didn’t feel like there were any differences between them while Nic’s dick sawed in and out of Kenneth’s hole. They felt perfect.