“Um, I’ll take the Baileys if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” He poured a generous dollop into Blake’s mug and screwed the top back on. “I’ll take the whiskey if you don’t mind.”
“Course not.”
He splashed some into his mug, then added a bit more. “For courage.”
Blake’s blue-eyed gaze met his over the steaming cup of coffee. “I didn’t think you’d need courage. You seem like you have everything under control.”
“Nobody can lay claim to everything.” Recklessly, Jeremy gulped his coffee down, needing the quick buzz of the whiskey to steady his sudden nerves. The welcome warmth of the alcohol spread through him, and with one more deep gulp, he finished his drink. In contrast, Blake sipped his slowly, eyes still on him with that penetrating stare.
“So, uh, want to watch a movie? What do you like?” He fumbled for the remote and held it out to Blake. “Guest’s choice.”
“Sure.” Blake turned on the television and flicked to a movie channel. A black-and-white movie was playing. “I love old movies,” he said with a sad smile. “My mother would watch them whenever it was rainy, and I used to sit with her since there was nothing else to do.”
Jeremy preferred war movies or action flicks but wanting to appease Blake, he slid a bit closer and put an arm around his shoulder. “I’ll watch it with you if you want.”
A smile lit up Blake’s face, and Jeremy’s breathing came to a momentary halt. The whole evening Blake had acted a bit reserved and shy, but when he full-out smiled, he transformed.
“Thanks.”
Stunned by his own reaction, Jeremy merely nodded and settled in next to Blake, tightening his arm around his shoulder to bring him closer. This was nice, he thought to himself. Snuggling on the sofa definitely had its perks, but it would be even better with a drink.
“How about I get us another coffee and some snacks? I’ve got some chips.”
Blake made a face. “Coffee and chips?”
Pretending offense, Jeremy tapped the tip of Blake’s nose. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Plus if you want something else, like a beer, I’ve got that.”
“I’m fine as is, but feel free.”
Jeremy bounded off the sofa and went to get the chips, then decided to forget the coffee and drink his whiskey straight. He poured his drink into a glass and returned to his place next to Blake, who sat enthralled by the movie. Jeremy, who had no idea what was going on, drank his whiskey, and feeling more amorous as the time went by, began to snuggle Blake closer and kiss his neck.
“I like you,” he whispered, licking under Blake’s ear. He heard the quick, indrawn hiss of Blake’s breath and pressed on. “I like you a lot.” Jeremy sucked Blake’s earlobe into his mouth and gently pushed Blake down on the sofa. Meeting no resistance, Jeremy began to kiss Blake in earnest, caging his slim body between his thighs.
“Oh…” Blake sighed and wound his arms around Jeremy’s neck.
Jeremy dived into Blake’s mouth, lips demanding, tongue insistent. The hard ridge of Blake’s dick pushed against Jeremy’s thigh, and knowing he turned this shy man on, only made Jeremy want him more. He reached down and rubbed Blake through his clothes.
“Feels so good.”
Blake shivered, and Jeremy sucked at his tongue, slanting his mouth firmly across Blake’s, fusing their lips together. The desire to possess and fuck Blake rose hot in his blood, and Jeremy moved from Blake’s mouth to kissing and licking a hot, wet path down Blake’s throat.
“Let’s move this to the bedroom, okay?”
Dizzy with lust, Jeremy stood swaying, looking down at a rumpled and kiss-ravished Blake lying panting on his sofa. Damn, the man was perfect. He held out his hand.
“N-no. I’m sorry.”
“What? Why?” Even he could hear the petulant whine in his voice, but Jeremy didn’t care. Why didn’t Blake want him?
“Because,” Blake said, propping himself up on his elbows, “I think it’s rushing it.” A blush stained his cheeks, and he cast his eyes down to his lap, away from Jeremy’s gaze. “I, uh, kinda hoped we’d get to know each other a little better before…” The fiery red in his cheeks deepened, and Jeremy’s heart shifted.
He should’ve known Blake wasn’t the type to fuck on the first date. A strange notion hit Jeremy. Is that what they were doing? Dating? If he and the other person hit it off out of the sheets, Jeremy usually considered it a bonus. Now, out of nowhere came a guy he could like,really like, and maybe get to know better, and it left him a bit unsteady.
“I’m okay with that.”
“You are?” Blake sounded shocked at worst, and dubious at best.
