Before he finished his first knock, Carter had opened the door and holy fuck, Reed couldn’t help but stare. Carter had let his beard grow in a bit from the stubble he usually wore by the end of the day. He looked seriously hotter than the surface of the sun, and without thinking, Reed reached out and skimmed his fingers against Carter’s cheek and jaw, wondering how all that roughness would feel against his bare thighs, his balls, and brushing along his hard dick.
“You like it? I’ve been working nonstop on a campaign and barely had a chance to shower and eat.” Carter opened the door all the way, and Reed walked inside the suite. “I’ll shave.”
“No.” Reed dropped his bag and took Carter’s face between the palms of his hands. “Not yet.”
They embraced, and the now familiar wave of pleasure rolled through him as Carter’s lips softened, his mouth opening to deepen their kiss. Hazily, Reed heard the door slam shut behind him, and he reluctantly pulled away from Carter, taking a step back to prevent himself from falling back into his touch.
“Why’d you stop?”
Breathless, Carter touched his swollen lips, his silvery eyes gleaming bright with a passion Reed was fast becoming addicted to.
“I was thinking—”
“First mistake.” Carter pulled him close and tried to kiss him again, his beard providing delicious friction against Reed’s neck. It would’ve been easy enough to sink down to the floor and give Carter, give thembothwhat they wanted, but Reed gathered what little wits he still possessed and pushed away.
“Why do we have to rush all the time? We have the whole weekend.”
“I’m not rushing. I plan on fucking you nice and slow.” Carter bent to pick his bag up and started walking to the bedroom.
“Come on, Carter, stop it. I’d like to go out and have a drink or walk around the city for a while.” About to take another step, Carter froze in place before turning around to face Reed. At his steely glare Reed almost faltered and gave in. But deep down there was so much he wanted to learn about Carter, things he’d never find out if all they did was screw themselves silly every time they saw each other.
“I don’t want to spend another weekend locked in the room.” Reed held his breath at the darkness rising in Carter’s face.
“I thought we had an agreement.”
“We do. I’m here to spend the next two days with you. Only you.” Reed advanced on Carter, who hadn’t moved since he started speaking, and put a hand on his arm. Carter’s eyes, glittering with desire only minutes before, now looked like flat chips of dark slate in his stony expression. “But what’s preventing us from taking a break? You have responsibilities, I get it. I’m not asking you to bring me home with you.”
At those words Carter shook off his hand and took a step back.
“You’re making this more complicated than it needs to be or we agreed upon. What’s wrong with the way things are?”
Words failed him for a moment, but for once Reed didn’t allow the panic to take over. He focused and took the time he needed to arrange his thoughts into a coherent answer.
“Nothing’s wrong. I never said there was. But I think it could be better. We’re not in a relationship; I get it, and I’m not trying to force you into some little box and parade you around to people I know as some prize I’ve won. On the other hand, I’m trying for a little normalcy. What’s the harm in going to a bar or a club? You did it before we met.”
They studied each other in silence, and after a moment or two the harsh lines on Carter’s face softened. Reed could almost guess the moment when Carter changed his mind.
“I guess you’re right. It might be fun.” He glanced down at his bare chest and thin sweats. “I suppose this means I have to get dressed.”
Thrilled with his victory, Reed cupped the nape of Carter’s neck and drew him in for a swift kiss that became long, sensual, and left them breathless. From the hard thrust of Carter’s cock, Reed supposed they could indulge a bit before going out.
“Not yet. I think you deserve a reward for being so willing to make me happy.” He tugged at the strings of Carter’s sweats, and they fell, puddling on the floor around his ankles. His erect cock sprang free, and Reed could smell the heady concoction of Carter’s desire that only fueled his already simmering lust. “Time to make you happy as well.”
He sank to his knees, engulfed Carter’s cock in his mouth, and proceeded to make them both very, very happy.
***
“This place looksgood; don’t you think?”
It was an hour and a half later, and after they’d both showered and changed, Reed had his walk through the city with Carter. To his delight, Carter even took his hand as they window-shopped past the closed stores along the street. The rain had stopped, and the street gleamed wet; while the taxis churned up brackish water at every corner, even that couldn’t foul Reed’s mood. They meandered up toward Eighth Avenue and stopped in front of Bounce, a club where both karaoke and dancing were featured attractions.
To his shock, Carter pulled him to the entrance.
“Let’s go inside.”
Confused, Reed dropped his hand and held back. “You want to go in here? I don’t know how to dance.”
Carter had already taken out his ID for the bouncer at the door. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you whatever moves you need to know.” His infectious grin drove away any doubts from Reed’s mind, and he followed Carter into the club.
