“Maybe we could help each other out with that.”
Somewhere in the back of Joe’s brain, a little voice started to say,Hey, remember why this is a bad idea?Joe’s neglected libido shoved a gag in it and took over Joe’s stupid wine-drunk mouth to say, “Flip a coin to see who tops?Loser gets next time.”
It wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had for more reasons than Joe was going to give passing consideration.The only one that mattered right now wasWhat if Austin loses this coin toss and backs out of the whole thing because he’s not into being fucked.
But Austin didn’t back down, he just laughed.“Seriously?”
Joe narrowed his eyes.“We could wrestle for it if you prefer.”He dug in his pocket and came up with a nickel.“Call it.”
Somehow he still expected Austin to flinch.To back out.To roll his eyes and pass the whole thing off as the same kind of joke as his pillow-princess accusation.
But the coin had barely left Joe’s thumb when Austin called, “Tails.”
It was kind of funny, Joe thought, when the thing landed.“Huh,” he said.
Across the room, Austin’s eyes had gone dark.“Hmm?”
Joe flicked the coin toward him.“Bet you’ve never been so glad to see a beaver.”
Austin’s gaze went predatory.That was cute, Joe thought.Maybe that control-freak allegation had been as much a shot in the dark as the pillow-princess one.
But no way was Joe leaving this up to chance.He pushed himself to his feet and crossed the living room until he was standing in front of Austin’s chair, their feet almost touching.“Unfortunately for you, I don’t have an alley handy—”
He reached down and hauled Austin to his feet.The minuscule space between them crackled with electricity.
“—and I don’t think the bathroom counter is really up for the job unless you wanna redo that before Christmas too—”
“Should I make another guess?”Austin asked.“You’re all talk and no action?”
Joe barked a laugh.“You’re so bad at this.Some of us can talk and fuck at the same time.”
“Prove it,” Austin said, eyes flashing.And then he added, because he was hilarious and kind of a shithead, “Baby.”
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Joe kissed him.
They stumbled toward Joe’s bedroom, half tripping over stray furniture, occasionally bumping into walls.They really needed to get some overhead lighting.But by the time they got to the bed, the only casualties were Austin’s hoodie and Joe’s T-shirt, along with the cats’ respect at their clumsiness.Austin shut the door behind them, and Joe dragged him onto the bed and tumbled them onto it.
How long had it been since he’d felt this kind of rush?The anticipation burned through him as they pulled at each other’s clothing.Austin tasted like Chianti and kissed like he hadn’t eaten in a year.His skin was hot and smooth under Joe’s hands, his fingers demanding and firm on Joe’s body.When Joe rolled them on the mattress so he could reach for the bedside table, he braced himself on his right hand and accidentally caught Austin’s hair under it.Austin hissed and arched his back, rubbing his dick against Joe’s ass.
Yeah, it had definitely been too long since Joe took someone to bed.He dropped the lube and condoms onto the mattress.
There was a fruitless scramble to get out of the rest of their clothes.The wine buzz didn’t help.Eventually Joe laughed into Austin’s mouth and pulled back.“Fuck it, take off your own pants.”
For a second he thought Austin would argue on principle, but after a beat he just said, “You know what?Good plan,” and pushed Joe off him.
Rude.
But then they were naked and Joe could drink his fill of Austin’s lean, compact body—the muscle definition in his arms and chest, the dark trail of curly hair between his pecs leading down, the frankly gorgeous cock lying plump and hard against his stomach.
Okay, yeah.Joe could definitely work with this.
“Nice,” he said appreciatively as he reached out to give Austin’s dick a slow stroke.
Austin made a close-mouthed sound and thrust into it.Then he fumbled in the covers for the bottle.“Wait ’til you feel it from the inside.”
Joe wanted to laugh—would’ve laughed—but somehow Austin already had the lube open and his fingers wet, and he smeared them over Joe’s hole without preamble.The laugh died before it could escape his lungs.“Jesus—do those linesworkon people?”
