“I hope you had fun. Felix can be over the top, but he is a good guy,” I said.
“No, I did. I like your friends and I want to come again. I think…it’s good for me to get out and socialize,” he said honestly.
“Yeah,” I murmured and slipped my hand down his back. “I think so too.”
“I get the feeling everyone has slept with each other at least once.”
I laughed nervously. “You’re probably not wrong.” He looked at me in silent curiosity and I said, “Sean and I used to be a thing. We haven’t been for a very long time now, but we still care for each other. The single mingle is how we met.”
He nodded slowly, absorbing that information. I was sure he had more questions about us, however. “Are we going home now?” he asked, the hint in his tone obvious.
I said nothing, just smirked. My attention was glued to him all the way to my condo. I wished he could see how beautiful and amazing he was. Despite him growing comfortable with me, tonight would be different. Everything that he is would be bared to me and I imagined it was terrifying. I couldn’t help thinking it might be the same way for me getting to share my kink with someone I loved.
He seemed to need support, so I reached over and took his hand. I’d done this a hundred times, and I squeezed hard, silently letting him know that I had him. I wanted to confess my need for public sex, but tonight was for him, and I didn’t want to ruin it. It was something that needed to be addressed soon, though. When we were home, I fed and watered Pixel. Jake rocked on his feet as he watched me, his pants tented from anticipation. I led him into the bedroom and plopped on the edge of the bed.
“Undress for me,” I commanded. The alcohol had relaxed him, and his eyes were lit in the dimness of my bedroom like a nocturnal animal on the prowl. I’d gotten to see him with no barriers briefly last weekend when he’d blown me, and I was desperate to see that side of him again. “Slowly.”
Sucking his lip between his teeth, he started shedding his clothes. First his sweater, then a tank top. He did his best to make a show of unbuttoning his jeans and blushed the entire time. I was focused on what he was doing, my feral gaze intense as I tracked his every move. He turned around and slid his pants down his thighs, giving me an unobstructed view of his ass covered in pink lace.
My curse was barely more than a harsh whisper. “Fuck, they’re crotchless.”
I was monstrously turned on, my cock instantly swelling. He noticed, his gaze dropping down. He awkwardly kicked away his jeans and glanced over his shoulder. I sat forward, wanting a better look. I parted my lips because I couldn’t get enough air in, and I realized this is what true intimacy is. It’s not just physical contact, but the baring of oneself to another; the skin and bones stripped away so that the soul is naked, every dark secret made known to the one person you trust above all others.
“Come closer,” I rasped.
He backed up and I grabbed him by the hips, my fingers unintentionally rough. I buried my face in his ass, kissing the globes, nipping his skin. His hand went into my hair, grabbing it securely.
“I like the way they look on you. I like the color, the way the lace feels against my lips. You’re so beautiful, Jake. I wish you could see what I do.”
He made a little sound as if he wanted to refute. Maybe he wanted to ask me for more. I was going to make good on mypromise that he’d beg me for what he wanted. Now seemed like the perfect time.
I spun him around, gathering him in my arms as he straddled me. The instant our mouths made contact, we moaned. The kiss started slow but quickly grew into a fervent need to crawl down each other's throats. I cupped his ass in my hands, loving the feeling of the lace of his skin. When I broke away for air, I could see the caged part of his identity shining in his eyes.
“Just let go,” I murmured. “Let it out.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JAKE
“Maybe you should fuck me right now,” I blurted, surprised by my own words. Where had that come from?
He grinned like a wolf, his gaze lit with the wildfire of desire. “Are you sure? I don’t know if–”
I cut off his words with a kiss. Maybe it was the two beers I’d had. It took me a moment to get my words out. “I’m tired of hiding. There is no one better in the world to do it than you. If…I feel like I want to stop–”
“Then I stop,” he finished. He pulled me into a long, cherishing kiss that melted my heart. “Whatever you want, baby boy. I want to make you feel so good.”
“Can…I have a minute?” I croaked. Despite my resolve, a rush of nerves made me shiver.
“You can have as many as you want.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said and rushed into his bathroom.
I took several deep breaths to steady myself and caught my reflection in the mirror. My first instinct was to look away, but I reminded myself I needed to stop hiding. I’d never really looked at myself in lingerie before. I’d always focused on how the lace and silk felt against my skin, rather than what it looked like on my body. I turned around and snickered. Gabriel was right. My ass did look good in pink lace, but it was his constant praises that made me feel sexy and desirable.
“You can do this,” I said to my reflection.
I rushed through a shower and slipped back into my panties. When I was ready, I returned to the bedroom. Gabriel was still sitting on the edge of the bed, naked in all his glory. He noticed me and met me halfway. I sought out his lips and lost myself in the kiss as if he were a lifeline to much-needed oxygen.
