“Give me a moment to recover, maybe a glass of water, and I’ll take care of you,” he said, stroking my jaw.
“I think a blowjob for your first gay sexual encounter might be a bit much.”
His face went pink. “You might be right about that.”
“But if you held me and touched me, I would like that a lot.”
His appearance softened, and I got a glimpse of the younger man inside him.
“As would I.”
Seeing this version of him, I wish I’d known him longer.
We took a quick break for him to use the bathroom and for me to grab his water. Kit exited the bathroom on a loose walk that, frankly, made my chest puff up.
He accepted the cup from me and stood there, surprisingly comfortable with his nudity, gulping down the water. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, enjoying this sort of natural masculinity, not from being tough or from acting a certain way, but from the square set of his knuckles, and the lines of his body, the way his soft cock swung gently in front of him.
I’d bet an artist would love to sit down and sketch him. Even with, or maybe because of, the scars and callouses and muscles built from years of hard, hard work, he was beautiful.
“I’m starting to feel a little dirty, with me being naked, and you being fully dressed,” he said, gesturing at my scrubs.
“I didn’t know if a fully nude body would fuck up this Zen vibe you’ve got going on right now,” I admitted.
He shook his head, his jaw taking on that familiar, determined angle. “I want to see you.”
Not needing any more convincing, I toed out of my shoes as I pulled off my top, then ripped off my socks before slowly letting my scrub bottoms fall to the floor. I worried at his sharp inhale,but then he reached for my lacy boy briefs and I settled into the contact.
“These were made for men,” he said, letting his fingers drift over the gossamer panels that held in my cock.
“Yes, they were. I have a few other lacy things made for women, but they’re more of a wear for thirty seconds and have them ripped off your body sort of situation.”
He laughed and nodded. “I like those a lot,” he softly admitted, playing with my waistband. “But these are nice. Very nice.”
“Should I take them off, or keep them on?” I asked, letting my fingers drift over his hands.
“Keep ’em on.” A soft smile tilted his lips before concern lifted his eyes to mine. “But not because I don’t want to see you. I just like ’em that much.”
“You got it, cowboy.”
He lifted his work-rough hand to my jaw and brought me in for a kiss. “Let’s get into bed,” he whispered against my lips.
I dipped my chin, and we slipped under the covers, facing each other.
“You’re nervous again,” I observed, running my hand over his rapidly expanding and contracting chest.
Kit lifted a shoulder. “No use trying to hide it. But I’m more turned on than nervous.”
I ran my fingers over the strong planes of his face, feathering them along the lines that deepened near his eyes. Some of the tension left his shoulders, and I stretched up to kiss him.
He took over the kiss, and we moved toward each other. Kit’s spare body against mine felt wonderfully warm. Strong. Hitching his leg over my hip, he pulled us even closer together. His nerves shivered across his skin, but he wanted it, and I was only too happy to help him relax.
Carefully, slowly, his hand moved down past my waistband in the back, and he cupped my ass. I moaned against his mouth.
“You like that?” he asked, nipping at my lips.
“Very much.”
We kissed for a while longer, simply enjoying the taste and feel of each other.
