Roland’s mind snapped back to the present, and he was sitting on the floor of his penthouse, inches away from Donny, who was staring expectantly at the piece of chicken dangling from Roland’s fork. Roland shoved the piece of chicken into his mouth and chewed. It tasted bland to him, but he didn’t taste much these days. Even the vodka went down like water.
“It’s good,” he said to Donny, forcing a smile. Donny squinted, and his face showed a clear indicator he didn’t believe Roland, but thankfully he let it slide.
“So, what do you do, Roland? Are you a painter?” Donny took a bite of chicken and tilted his head backward toward the hallway that led to Roland’s studio.
“I am. Although I was finding myself rather uninspired until recently.” Roland took a long swallow of his drink, trying to find the flavor of the liquor before it all slid down his throat, but he failed.
Donny’s eyes tracked the level of vodka in the glass as Roland set it back down on the table.
“And you’re a delivery boy?” Roland pushed the rice around his plate.
“Why, do you have dirty fantasies about taking advantage of your innocent local delivery boy?”
“You need to spend less time on Porn Hub.” Roland managed to get a chunk of white rice into his mouth. It tasted exactly like the chicken as far as he could tell.
“That’s probably a fair observation,” Donny acknowledged, “but I haven’t found anyone I’ve been interested in until very recently.”
Roland wiped the condensation off his glass and licked it off his finger, then traced his fingertip along the outer rim. He didn’t realize how sexual of a thing it was until Donny sucked in a stilted breath beside him and dropped his fork. Donny lowered a hand and tried to adjust himself under the coffee table, but Roland noticed and it took all his willpower to not audibly scoff. Donny must have been hard up if he was getting turned on watching Roland trace his finger around the rim of a drinking glass.
“You tease,” Donny managed to choke out on a laugh, taking a drink of water and placing the glass back down on the table. His hand was shaking, Roland observed.
“What?” Roland asked, his voice and his face conveying his shock.
“Come on, Roland, we’re adults here.”
Roland squinted his eyes, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“You really don’t get how much I want to be inside of you right now?” Donny tilted his head inquisitively. “I like to think we’re both at the age where we wouldn’t say yes to a date with someone we didn’t want to have sex with, aren’t we?”
Roland flexed his hands into fists, unsure of what to say or do.
“Stop me if it’s too much, okay?” Donny exhaled the words as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against Roland’s. Roland gasped, and his lips parted. Donny darted his tongue inside briefly before pulling it back, as if asking for approval. He brought his hands up and slid them into Roland’s hair, fanning out the strands as his fingers made their way to Roland’s scalp. Donny held Roland’s head in his hands and kissed him. It was soft and exploratory. Roland enjoyed it and his tongue swirled cautiously with Donny’s as Donny leaned his weight further into him.
He leveled his hands on Donny’s hips, and shifted him over so Donny was on top of him. Donny moved Roland’s hair to the side and kissed a line from his temple to his chin and back to his ear. He sucked Roland’s earlobe into his mouth, and Roland bucked up against Donny, their cocks grazing through the fabric of their pants.
“Tell me I can fuck you,” Donny groaned into Roland’s ear and pushed down, grinding against Roland’s erection. He pushed Donny’s t-shirt up just enough so his fingers could dig into Donny’s skin. Roland pulled their mouths apart and sucked in a deep breath.
“Yes,” he whispered against Donny’s lips.
“Take me to a bed.”
Chapter 7
Not Even a Box of Baking Soda
Donny unfoldedhimself from Roland so they could both stand, and he palmed his cock through his jeans while he followed Roland out of the room. They headed down the hallway opposite the studio and Roland pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside. Donny followed him, quickly assessing the room before he turned and pressed Roland into a wall. He grabbed Roland by the neck and tugged his face down to smash their lips together, eagerly licking his way inside Roland’s mouth.
“You taste like vodka,” Donny mumbled, reaching a hand between them to feel Roland’s cock through his pants. Roland gasped and Donny opened his eyes to see him glaring back at him. “Stop it. Just kiss me,” Donny demanded while rolling his eyes, and Roland did. He ground his cock against Roland and stepped backward until he sat down on the bed. “Take off your clothes,” he instructed, easily pulling his own shirt over his head and working the button of his jeans.
Roland stepped toward the bed and took his shirt off, then dropped his hands to his pants, fumbling the zipper. Donny thought he looked nervous, like his hands might have been shaking.
“Come here.” Donny rose to his knees and crawled to the edge of the mattress. His pants were still mostly on, his cock jutting out, confined by only the fabric of his briefs. Roland took a step toward the bed and Donny raised his hands to cover Roland’s against his zipper.
Roland’s handswereshaking.
Donny used his fingers to guide Roland, first with the button, then with the zipper. He used Roland’s hands to grip his waistband and push his jeans down to just below his ass. Donny leaned forward, hands still entwined with Roland’s, and kissed his chest. He licked Roland’s nipple and kissed his way down his side, their hands still secure around the back of Roland’s jeans.
Roland’s whole body shook now, his breath coming out in sharp gasps. Donny slid Roland’s hands up to his ass and flexed their fingers into the skin.
