And in that way Sean had of hiding, he put on an easygoing smile, but it no longer fooled Tristan.
“Well, I do,” Sean said. “I’m done spilling my guts for the day. So are you going to call the agent and see if the apartment is still available? I know you loved it, and it was perfect for you.”
All true. He’d be set in that place, and it would only go up in value.
“No. I’m going to keep looking. It was missing something.”
Sean’s brows drew together. “What? It had everything—dishwasher, a nice fridge, a big shower with one of those huge rain heads.”
“There’ll be others. I’m not worried.”
What concerned him more was his taut-as-a-wire state of mind. How being this close to Sean stirred up those crazy thoughts again of the two of them. Together. He should get up and put some distance between them, but there was no other place he wanted to be.
Sean, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still, as nervous as a deer. “Oh. Well, yeah. I just figured you were so anxious to find a place before your job started. You know, get settled.”
Sean’s obvious jitteriness was endearing, and Tristan, recalling the sounds he’d made when kissing and the softness of his lips, wanted another taste. He might be flirting with the danger zone, but he was dying to put the pedal to the metal and test the limits. All the barriers he’d put up to keep away from Sean fell by the wayside, and the desire he’d kept thwarted roared to the surface. He wanted Sean.
Now.
“There’s always another apartment.” He leaned in closer, Sean’s hazel eyes sparking golden lights as he drew nearer, their lips a mere whisper apart. “But it’s more important to make sure you’re okay.” He touched Sean’s mouth gently with his own, struggling to hold himself together even as he wanted to fall apart. “How do you feel?”
Twin red patches burned on Sean’s cheeks, and his chest rose and fell quickly. “I-I’m okay.”
Tristan’s lips curved upward as he continued to press soft kisses to Sean’s cheek. “Just okay? Guess I need to up my game.” He tickled Sean’s ear with his tongue, and Sean jumped beneath him, his breath stuttering.
“N-no, you’re fine as is. Really fine. Oh God,” he moaned, and Tristan had never heard a sweeter sound.
“Good. So I can do this, then.”
He cupped Sean’s face with both hands and kissed him hard, capturing his mouth and sliding his tongue between those full lips. Sean sucked hungrily on it while falling backward on the couch, taking a surprised Tristan with him.
Lying on top of Sean left nothing to Tristan’s imagination, and he could feel every rock-hard muscle flexing. Their legs tangled, and with both of them wearing only thin athletic shorts, their erections slid along the silky nylon fabric and rubbed together.
“Fuck, Tristan, please don’t stop,” Sean groaned, and Tristan kissed him again and again, learning the taste of his mouth and his skin, filling his head with Sean’s scent. He tightened his arms, and as they ground against each other, he lost himself in Sean’s abandon and let go.
Sean’s legs wrapped around his waist as he angled upward, bringing his dick in full contact with Tristan’s and keeping up that rocking motion. The soles of Tristan’s feet tingled, his legs shook as every tendon and muscle turned taut and a rush of heat swept over him as he came, his vision blurring. Sean, who’d been clutching his shoulders, dug his fingers in and stiffened beneath him. The hot spread of wetness from their mutual orgasms soaked through them both.
They lay in the quiet room, each attempting to catch their breath. Sean buried his face in Tristan’s hair and said, “That was…incredible. I tried to come up with a better word, but I couldn’t.”
Tristan supposed he shouldn’t be proud of himself. He knew Sean was vulnerable. But he wasn’t taking advantage of him. There was mutual consent and no promises of anything but what they had at the moment.
“I think that pretty much sums it up.” He rolled off Sean, and with a rueful smile, glanced at their shorts. “Guess it’s time for another shower. You want to go first?”
Sean propped himself up on his elbows. “No. You go.”
His shorts stiff and sticky, Tristan couldn’t wait to take them off, and he hustled to the bathroom. He peeled off his clothes, turned on the taps, and stepped under the water. Full from dinner and sated by sex, Tristan closed his eyes for a second, letting the heat penetrate as it streamed over his hair, then reached for the body wash and soaped himself up. He anticipated falling into bed, and hopefully, he was tired enough to be able to get some solid hours of sleep in. The shower door opened, and his eyes popped wide.
Sean, naked and smiling, stepped inside. “I figured since you’re all about health, you’d probably be into conserving water and all that jazz.”
Tristan licked his lips. “Uh, yeah. All that jazz.”
“Want some help? I can do your back.” A cocky grin spread over Sean’s face. “And the front.”
Fucking tease, but his dick loved it, and he grew hard again. Sean’s eyes danced and he slipped behind him. A moment later, Tristan felt the silky body wash glide over his skin. Uncharacteristically, he willingly gave up control and braced his arms against the tile wall.
Sean massaged his shoulders, moving his hair out of the way, and Tristan shuddered at the press of lips on his nape. “I fucking love your hair,” Sean whispered. “I want to tangle my fingers in it and make you come.” He cupped Tristan’s ass. “I wanna know you from the inside out.”
Those sensuous words shot a bright flare of desire through Tristan, and he grew thicker, his cock standing up almost flush with his belly. “Go ahead,” he said hoarsely and spread his legs, the ache for Sean intensifying with each breath.
