“I’ll be there, too.”
“For dessert?”
He joined in my laughter.
He helped me with my bag. I hadn’t brought a lot, but I had a clothing bag and a separate case for my laptop.
When we got inside, the smell of pizza filled the air.
“That smells great.”
“It was just delivered so it’s still hot,” he said. He set my bags down in the living room.
I followed him into a combination dining room and kitchen area. He had already set the table with napkins, plates, forks and drinks.
We sat facing each other and began to stuff our faces.
In between gulps of food, we shared our day’s events. When we were full, we cleaned up and went into his living room.
He had a lovely condo with tall ceilings and a second story with a huge bedroom and office area. I had yet to see those rooms, but he had told me all about them.
We had after dinner wine on the couch and couldn’t stop talking, as if it had been ages since we’d communicated. That was love. When you couldn’t get enough of the other person, when you stayed up all night sharing everything that came into your mind.
With full stomachs, and some wine, we moved closer together until Aspen was practically sitting in my lap. Our talk turned to kisses. I pulled him closer and nuzzled his neck and shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my neck and held the back of my head.
Things heated up quickly after that. More kissing. More nuzzling and moaning.
I pulled back, still tasting him on my lips. “You haven’t shown me your bedroom yet.”
“What are we waiting for?”
Aspen jumped up from my lap and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me from the couch. We gathered my belongings and climbed the stairs.
When I walked in, I nearly gasped. “This is the lap of luxury.”
There was so much to take in. A dark purple comforter with matching curtains. Blue carpet. Black nightstands with stained glass lamps. Like the downstairs, this room had a tall ceiling, sloping to follow the shape of the slanted roof. A central light fixture with a fan hung in the middle.
Aspen turned in a circle, arms out. “What do you think?”
“It's beautiful. Your condo is luxurious.”
“Thanks. I can afford to have nice things now. I had someone come in and help design the room. The color scheme is all mine, though.”
“Blue and purple and black. They all seem to fit perfectly. They're my colors, too. Wait till you see my place. You might be surprised.”
It was a little like we were long lost twins. We had the exact same tastes. As if we already lived together and just didn't know it.
Aspen came forward and put his arms around me. “Take me to my bed, please.”
I bent and picked him up, surprising a squawk out of him. I placed him on the bed and crawled over him, my knees on either side of his thighs. We were both still fully clothed. It didn't matter. He was already pulling me to him, tugging my white work shirt up out of my waistband, undoing my buttons.
The sight of him, even just the thought of spending the whole weekend with him—made me hard. I’d been tingling all day.
“Dale, I need to feel you. Right now.”
I kissed him, laughing again. “That will be no problem at all.”
Together, we unbuttoned, unzipped, slid, pulled and tugged off our clothes. We were both flushed and breathless when we stripped away that last sock, that last pair of boxers. Our cocks sprung up, equally hard. The bond between us lit up.
