Archer pushed off the wall, his face flushing as he reached for his wallet. He slipped his room key free then opened the door. He entered first, not looking to see if Mac was still behind him.He went straight through the marble foyer of the huge hotel room and disappeared between two open double doors.
Mac hesitated for only a moment before he followed.
He wasn’t sure what he’d find when he entered the bedroom, but he was surprised to find Archer stood there like he wasn’t sure what to do when he wasn’t the aggressor. That was fine. Mac knew exactly what to do. He crossed the room, hooking his hands underneath Archer’s jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His hands went for the hem of his shirt, dragging it up over his head, flinging it away before burying his face in Archer’s throat. “Fuck, you smell good, Katniss.”
Archer’s hands twisted in Mac’s shirt, but he didn’t respond. He didn’t fight him either. He kissed along his throat, his jaw, dipped his tongue in the hollow of his throat. When he found his mouth again, Archer offered up no resistance, his tongue sliding over Mac’s in a way that made his dick throb behind his zipper. He tore his mouth away, then spun Archer away from him, his hands working his belt and pants open. “Ditch the shoes, Katniss.”
Archer seemed to do what Mac said on auto-pilot, letting him undress him. Once he was naked, Mac folded him over the bed, kissing his way down his spine. “Spread your legs,” he said against his skin.
Archer’s whole body grew warm at Mac’s whispered request, like he had a fever so hot Mac could feel it radiating off him. But he did as he was told. Fuck, that was hot. Mac went to his knees behind him, biting one perfect cheek, then the other. When he spread him open, Archer hissed. Mac leaned forward, running his tongue across Archer’s hole once, twice, smiling when Archer whispered, “Fuck.”
“You like that?” Mac teased, not waiting for an answer before he speared his tongue against his hole.
Archer didn’t answer. Mac didn’t need one. He was too busy savoring his meal. He could feel Archer’s legs shaking, could taste the tang of his soap. The more he teased and probed, the more Archer panted, then moaned until Mac could feel his zipper literally leaving an indent on his aching cock.
“Lube? Condom?” he finally asked, biting at Archer’s hip.
“Side table,” Archer managed.
Mac gave Archer a hard push, sending him onto his stomach on the mattress. He gave Mac a dirty look over his shoulder, then flipped onto his back, head on the pillows, tracking Mac as he moved. Mac opened the drawer, finding what he was looking for, then tossed it beside Archer on the bed.
Archer watched as Mac dragged his shirt over his head and threw it on the chair in the corner. Archer made a show of dropping his eyes to Mac’s jeans, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Mac smirked as he stepped free of his shoes, then lowered his jeans and underwear.
Archer’s eyes went wide at Mac’s size. He stroked himself a couple of times. “Scared?” he asked, tone teasing.
“A little,” Archer said, sounding deadly serious.
Mac frowned, crawling onto the bed to loom over Archer. “Wait, have you never bottomed before? Like, ever?”
Archer’s gaze floated to somewhere over Mac’s shoulder, looking anywhere but at him. “So what? Don’t you dare treat me like some blushing virgin, or I swear to Christ, I will throat punch you.”
Mac chuckled. “Noted.”
He had no intention of treating him like anything in particular, but he would take a bit more care with how he approached him. Mac was bigger than average. He wasn’t bragging when he said it. It was just true statistically speaking. He had no intention of hurting the man who seemed like he wasn’t sure he was even sure he wanted to be there.
Mac settled on top of him, groaning when Archer spread his legs to let him settle between them. He kissed him once more, sinking into it, not really trying for anything more. They had all night, no matter how much Mac just wanted to bury himself inside Archer now.
He found he liked the way Archer kissed, starting out a little lazy, a little slow, but then slowly building until their tongues were fucking into each other’s mouths and Mac found himself grinding his cock into Archer’s like they were teens making out on a couch.
Mac didn’t know how long they lay there like that, kissing and rubbing on each other before he couldn’t take it anymore. He shifted his weight until he was only half on top of Archer, then grabbed the lube, coating his fingers.
He slipped his hand between Archer’s legs, finger massaging his hole before Archer growled, “Just do it.”
Mac chuckled. “So romantic.”
“Stop teasing.”
Mac found his lips again. “Okay, Katniss.”
Archer groaned as Mac’s finger pushed inside him. He closed his teeth around Archer’s bottom lip then sucked it as he tried not to orgasm on the spot at the tight heat of Archer’s body.
“Fuck,” Mac whispered into his mouth.
Archer rocked against Mac’s finger like he was testing the sensation. “More.”
Mac pulled free, then added another finger, trying to think about baseball stats and roadkill—anything to keep from thinking about how it would feel when it was his cock sinking into him.
Even when Archer swore he was ready, Mac made him take a third finger, biting his shoulder as he fucked himself on those fingers like he was going to find his release whether Mac was inside him or not. Fuck, he was so goddamn intriguing.
