Slow. The. Fuck. Down.
He was going slow. He was just kissing the man. Swallowing his whimpers, making his cock hard. This was practically still first base as far as Evan was concerned.
But not for Brent.
Right. Heart pounding, Evan eased his way out of one final taste of the other man’s mouth, and smiled.
Then he stepped back.
“Have a safe drive home,” he rasped.
Brent looked at him, wide-eyed, and nodded. “You too.”
Evan hauled him back in for another kiss—a quick one, a light one, a promise of more—before flipping his keys around and unlocking the car with the fob. “And I’ll see you soon. Okay? Real soon.”
* * *
Brent could still feelthe rough slide of Evan’s five o’clock shadow against his own jaw when he pulled into his driveway.
Jesus.
He needed a beer, and a shower. Probably at the same time.
As he got out of the truck, Mr. Subramanian stepped out of the front door. “Brent,” he called out.
As far as landlords went, Mr. S was a great guy. But right now, Brent wasn’t up for chitchat. He was still reeling. “Hey,” he said politely, even though he didn’t want to. “What’s up?”
“I’m getting a quote for a new heating system, so there will be people in the basement tomorrow.”
“Thanks for the heads up.”
Mr. S gave him a pleased smile. “I’m going to ask them if they can fix the ducting problem so the vents don’t carry sounds so much.”
“Ah. Good plan.”
“You know. In case you start dating.”
Brent tried to imagine bringing Evan to his basement apartment. “Maybe more of a problem for the next tenant, Mr. S.”
“Are you moving?”
“Oh. No. Just…you know me. Nose to the grindstone.”
“You work too hard.”
“So they say, sir. So they say.” After waving goodbye, he headed around to the side entrance and let himself in.
No, he could never bring someone like Evan here. Even Jess had never seen it, and she knew just exactly the basic level his life had devolved to.
He had a TV, a shitty futon couch, and a bed. That was it. Boxes lined one wall, from when he’d left Jess. He’d never bothered unpacking. Everything in there was a remnant from a lie of a life that was hard to look at. He didn’t need any of it surrounding him, taunting him about what he’d given up.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he went straight to the washroom and cranked on the shower. Cold beer, hot shower. There was nothing better.
He stood under the heavy spray, letting the steam get into his skin while he drank his beer. Thoughts of Evan and Jess rocketed through his mind, chaotic and confusing and hot. Then he wearily grabbed his shampoo and started scrubbing up.
It didn’t take long for his hand to find his cock. He turned the memories from the day into the fantasies that had lurked in his mind. Grinding against Evan. Sliding to his knees and tugging those shorts down, finding out just how dark the curls at the base of his cock were.
Tasting him.
