“Mind if we talk a minute before we take off?” Qylar asked. He leaned back and got comfortable, laying an arm behind Kenji’s seat. “It wasn’t exactly conducive to conversation inside.”
“It would’ve been easier if you hadn’t needed to bend in half to talk to me.”
Qylar smiled.“That,too.”
Kenji peeked glances at him, fighting a smile each time their gazes met. There seemed a war going on inside the guy. An innate seductive part battled against self-doubt and apprehension. He’d watched the back and forth with interest, curious which side would win.
“Have you been to the Eagle before tonight?” Qylar asked.
“Tonight was a first.” Kenji tugged on his ill-fitting harness and proved Qylar correct. “This is borrowed.” He brushed his hands over his thighs. “And the pants, too. My roommate is something of a regular or so he says. He made me come.” Kenji’s eyes widened. “He made me comeout.Tonight. Not, made me come.”
Before Qylar could respond, Kenji continued babbling.
“Just to be clear, I’m not sleeping with my roommate. Not that it matters if I was, I guess. It’s not like I owe you an explanation or anything. I want to go on the record to state that we’re simply renter and rentee. Nothing funny going on there.” He paused for a fraction of a second. “Well, a little more thanjustroommates. I suppose we’re sort of friends. More a matter of proximity versus someone I chose, you know? He’s definitely nota goodfriend, just someone I hang out with every so often when it’s convenientfor us. When he found out I’d never been to a leather bar, he coerced me into coming tonight saying that every self-respecting gay man living in this city needs to go to the Eagle at least once. Then what does he do? He meets up with an old fuckbuddy andimmediatelyditches me after he made me come.” Kenji paused. “Comeout.Not come.”
Qylar lifted a brow, fighting a chuckle.
“Can you please say something and shut me up? I sound like a complete idiot.”
Qylar grinned.You’re fucking adorable, Kenji.
“I appreciate that, but me sitting here rambling isnotadorable, trust me,” Kenji said.
Qylar frowned. Had he said that thought out loud?
“Take a deep breath, hmm?” Qylar suggested, trailing a fingertip gently along the side of Kenji’s arm. “You’re safe here,I promise.”
Kenji inhaled and slowly let it out. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea after all. I thought I could pull off the whole fuckboy thing, but that’snotme.”
Qylar wasn’t letting go that easy. “Just be yourself. I don’t need you to be a fuckboy.”
“I don’t normally go home with strangers, especially ones who look like you, Skylar.”
“Qylar,” he corrected.
Kenji’s head whipped to him, and his eyes went wide. “I’m sorry, I thought you said your name was Skylar.”
“Drop the S—and it sounds pretty much the same.”
Kenji scrubbed his face with both hands. “Fuck! I couldn’t even get that right. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Why? It was loud in there,” Qylar said. “And you weren’t too far off.”
Kenji shook his head and reached for the door handle. “It’s more proof that I don’t belong here. I should go before I embarrass myself even more.”
The door opened a crack before Qylar leaned over, snagged it, and closed it with a yank. When he turned, his face was inches from Kenji’s. He struggled not to plant a kiss on the man then and there, but he fought the desire for Kenji’s sake. The guy was already frazzled. A kiss might calm him—or make things ten times worse.
“You’re absolutely free to go, if that’s what youreallywant to do—but I hope you stay. You haven’t embarrassed yourself. Far from it.”
Kenji stared at him, a hint of relieved adoration in his eyes. That hint caused Qylar’s shaft to thicken. He wanted Kenji to look up at himjust like thatwhen that pretty mouth was full of his cock later.IfQylar could convince him not to bolt.
“I’ve made a fool of myself and it’s only been a couple of minutes,” Kenji said. “It won’t get much better from here.”
“You haven’t made a fool of yourself.” Qylar reached out and brushed Kenji’s hair off his face. “You’re nervous. Which is understandable, given that you’re in a stranger’s truck, about to go home with him. You’re feeling vulnerable. I’m considerablybigger than you, and I’m sure that might be intimidating in more ways than one. I could hurt you.”
Kenji’s breath caught.
“Luckily for you, I have no desire to cause you pain,” Qylar said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Though Idoplan to make you scream.” He gave a faint smile. “When you come apart in my arms later tonight. Unlike your roommate, Iwillmake you come. Over and over again if we’re lucky.”
