When I come out, the sight that greets me is disarmingly domestic. Hunter’s propped up against the headboard, e-reader in hand, glasses perched on his nose. They’re new to me; I’ve never seen him wear them before, and damn, do they work for him. The lenses catch the light, and I swear my heart skips a beat.
I slide back under the sheets, their coolness a stark contrast to the warmth of the day and the tension simmering between us. A tangle of nerves knots in my stomach, but I can’t tell whether I’m scared to cross that line with Hunter again or if I’m scared that it won’t happen. This not-knowing feels more intense than anything I’ve ever felt because, it turns out, I care. I care about what Hunter thinks, what he feels, what he wants. I want him so much. And dear god, do I hope he wants me back.
“Whatcha reading?” I ask, my voice cracking slightly. The tension is killing me.
“Uh, well, I-” he swallows, and I swear his sun-kissed cheeks turn two shades redder, and he fumbles with his e-reader. “It’s a romance novel,” he replies, his voice a little unsteady, eyes not leaving the screen.
Well, now this is a surprise. Serious, no-nonsense Hunter Davies reads romance.
“You’re kidding me!” I say, unable to hide my startled amusement.
“Nope. Not kidding. I like them.” He shrugs, and for a second, I think he’s going to get defensive, but he doesn’t. “They’re an escape. I usually read before I go to sleep, so I can’t have anything that makes me tense. I know romances will always have a happy ending, so I get to relax and enjoy the story.”
“Huh. I’ve never thought about that before, but it makes sense.”
“Plus, it's easy to find good gay romances these days,” he says, shifting to place his e-reader on the bedside table.
“Wait, what? Gay romance books are easy to find these days?” I had no idea.
“Yup, sure. Tons of them.”
“Wow. Now I'm intrigued! I’m gonna have to check out some of these gay romance books.”
He laughs as he arranges the blankets and settles his head back onto his pillow. “I’ll send you some recommendations.”
“Please do!” Then, I get an idea and roll onto my side so I’m facing him. The moonlight shows the amused half-smile he’s wearing as he turns to look at me.
“So, tell me, Hunter Davies. Do these gay romance books of yours have any… steamy parts?”
Hunter laughs, his chuckle an octave lower than normal. “The steamier the book, the more I like it.”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Is that right?” I ask, inching closer to him. “Tell me more,” I tease, my voice rough.
“Well.” Hunter clears his throat. I feel his nerves, but I also feel the desire he’s trying to hold back. His want—no, his need—is so thick I can practically taste it. “Some scenes are pretty intense. I don’t know if I can remember the exact words, though.”
“Oh, really?” I say, pretending to be disappointed as I reach out and gently remove his obviously forgotten reading glasses. “Well, if you can’t remember the words, maybe you could, um…” I shift closer and lick my lips. “Maybe you could show me, then.”
I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, Hunter’s body is on top of mine, pressing me deliciously into the bed, his steel-hard cock pressing against mine. Our mouths hungrily devour each other, tongues and teeth bumping and tangling together in a frenzy of need.
I gasp as he moves to place a line of hot, wet kisses down my neck and along my collarbone.
“Oh god, yes,” I groan, arching against him, trying to give him even more access to my body. “Yes,” I breathe again as he brings one hand down to the front of my sleep pants, cupping my balls and squeezing gently but firmly as a shudder of pleasure rolls through me.
“Mmm, he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin as he moves his hand from my groin, smoothing it along my abs before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, hard.
“Oh, Jesus, Hunter,” I groan, arching into him. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
“God, I’ve been wanting to do this for so fucking long,” he whispers before dragging his tongue across my pecs to the other nipple and giving it the same blissful treatment as the first.
I writhe against him, desperate, seeking something I can’t even name. Just needing more of him, more of this pleasure.
He shifts so he's straddling my legs before reaching into my sleep pants with one hand and grabbing my cock, his grip firm and perfect. I press into him, squirming with the overwhelming sensations but still seeking more.
“Be still,” he orders, and there’s an edge to his voice that causes something inside me to flare to life. I comply immediately, and I’m rewarded by his sharp intake of breath.Mmm, someone likes being obeyed.
Leaning back over me, he takes my mouth again, his kiss even more desperate, and he strokes me firmly, using the copious amount of precome leaking from me as lube.
“Oh, god, Hunter,” I whisper, but I force myself to stay still as he shoves my sleep pants down. Once he gets them to my knees, I help, kicking them off quickly while he shimmies out of his own pants. Once we’re rid of all the pesky clothing separating us, he stretches out over top of me again, pressing his chest against mine and aligning our bodies perfectly, pressed together in every place we can touch. It’s heaven to be so close to him, skin to skin like this. His smell, his heat, the firm but gentle feel of his hands as they run over every part of my body he can reach. I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way.
