He ached for him. His thoughts dwelled on Kinzer’s lips tickling his nipples, his gaze appreciating his body, his tongue delighting in his body’s grooves. He wanted to run upstairs and throw his arms around him, to hold him for the night, and tell him that no matter what happened, he’d be there for him. He wanted more than that, but he wouldn’t press his friend. He wouldn’t dare cross that line…even if Kinzer insisted.
Spreading his limbs across the couch, he rested his head on a lace pillow at the end and rolled so he was facing the cushions.
He closed his eyes.
A few moments passed before something pressed against his ass.
He flipped over and hopped to his feet, ready for a fight.
Kinzer stood before him, holding his hands out, as if showing a cop that he was unarmed. “Whoa, cowboy. Chill the fuck out.”
“Sorry.” Every hair on Dedrus’s immortal body stood on end. “You freaked the shit out of me. Did you need something? Another cover? Pillows?”
Kinzer wiggled his thumb behind the waistband in Dedrus’s khakis.
“Yeah. I need something.” He pulled their pelvises together.
His hot breath rushed across Dedrus’s lips, settling in the bristles across his cheeks. The warmth combined with a rush of blood that surged to his face made him feel like his cheeks were about to catch on fire.
Kinzer pressed his lips against Dedrus’s.
Amidst the creases in Kinzer’s lips, Dedrus felt the smooth, subtle dip where Kinzer’s cut was healing.
He trailed his palm over the rough fabric of Kinzer’s polo. As he reached the smooth flesh of his neck, curly black hairs pricked his fingertips.
Kinzer opened his mouth wide. Dedrus eagerly reciprocated, tilting his head and allowing their lips to seal together. A swirling sensation gathered at the base of his spine and rushed to the crown of his skull.
Guilt nagged at his thoughts. He couldn’t do this. Kinzer didn’t really want him. He was just vulnerable and ached for a physical distraction from his grief. It would be wrong to take advantage while he was still recovering from Janka’s death.
Kinzer’s tongue flicked his.
He wanted Kinzer so bad, but not like that. Pressing his hand against the dip between the bulbous, jagged pecs before him, he broke their sealed kiss.
“What?” Kinzer rested his hands on Dedrus’s hips.
“This wouldn’t be right. I don’t want to disrespect you.”
“I know. But I want you to.”
Kinzer wrapped both arms around Dedrus. Spinning them around, he pushed Dedrus back against a painting that hung on the wall.
Kinzer’s eyes glistened with that gleam—the one that was so familiar to Dedrus.
Dedrus couldn’t control himself. His lips returned to their passionate embrace. His fingers found their way under Kinzer’s shirt, feeling about fervently, savoring the dips in his torso.
The wooden frame of the painting dug into Dedrus’s back, scraping along the wall before dislodging from a nail and breaking free of its frame as it hit the floor.
Kinzer gripped the hem of Dedrus’s shirt. Dedrus threw his arms over his head, allowing his friend to pull it off and toss it behind him. Kinzer’s fingers went right for Dedrus’s khakis, unbuttoning and unzipping at lightning speed before they were at his ankles. Dedrus kicked off his shoes, letting them roll across the wood-paneled floor. He stepped out of his pants. Kinzer tossed them beside his shirt.
“Ooo. Lookie, lookie,” Kinzer teased.
Dedrus glanced down at the white bikini briefs he wore. Deep arches in his torso dipped down either side of his hips, disappearing under a waistband. He blushed. “Shut up. I didn’t think anyone was going to be looking.”
Dedrus tucked his thumbs into the waistband and slid them down his thighs. Kinzer grabbed his wrists.
“No, no,” Kinzer said, sliding them back up. “I like them.” He knelt so he was eye level with a monster bulge in the briefs.
Dedrus giggled like a schoolboy, but being that he’d been alive since before Earth’s creation, he wasn’t fooling either of them. This was fun, frisky—like the good old days. Dedrus couldn’t enjoy the moment without immediately remembering that this encounter was finite. Unlike the old days, when he knew he could return to his lover at any time, he had to soak up every drop of goodness from this experience.
