Me: Easy on the excitement now.
He loved the banter back and forth. He’d quickly discovered that once he scratched slightly at his shy and serious exterior, Colton had a sense of humor which equaled his own. He loved to tease Colton and felt almost giddy when the other man went along with the flirtatious back and forth.
Colton: What makes you think I’m not excited? I’m very excited… Some parts of me more than others, wink wink. What did you have in mind?
Henry’s dick twitched in agreement. Yeah, his dick was definitely up for that kind of excitement, but he wanted to take Colton out on a real date. Show him that he wanted more than just the occasional blow job or stolen kisses. Not that he hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed the mutual exchange of orgasms so far, but Henry wanted to make it clear that he was interested in more than just a friends-with-benefits type of relationship.
Me: Well, you can start by getting your head out of the gutter! I want to take you out on a real date. Dinner.
Colton: I love dinner. Where do you wanna go? Not Tilly’s, right?
Me: I thought maybe we could go into Whitney. There’s a steak house. We could go Friday if you’re free.
Staring at his phone, willing Colton to replyyes,he almost dropped it as the door to the clinic opened. “Shit,” Henry muttered to himself as he put the phone on the desk. When he looked up towards the waiting room, Colton stood in front of him, coveralls and all, with a shit-eating grin. He was nearly blown backwards at the sight of the sexy mechanic standing in front of him, spots of grease painting his stubbled cheeks.
“What are you doing here?” Henry smiled, failing to hide the happiness written all over his face. He took a few steps toward Colton, unsure what to do next.
Colton continued to grin at him, brushing at the smear of oil across his left cheek. Fuck, he was so hot. Why did he have to be so goddamn hot? It was starting to become a serious problem that all activity ceased in Henry’s brain and went south whenever he was in close vicinity to the other man.
“I guess you have to ask my parents,” Colton bit back a smug grin.
“What?” Henry asked stupefied while his eyes feasted on Colton’s broad, muscular thighs straining behind the dirty coveralls.
“Why I’m so, and I quote, ‘goddamn hot’ because that was your question, right?” Colton took a step closer, not breaking the eye contact.
Shit. Had he actually said that out loud? It was official now. His brain had ceased functioning. It had finally lost the battle against his out-of-control libido.
“I don’t know what to say, to be honest,” Henry blurted, his cheeks flush with a color he assumed was scarlet because it suddenly felt like he was on fire.
“You’re so cute when you get all flustered,” Colton smiled as he stepped even closer to Henry. “Like really fucking cute.” He reached out and linked their fingers together, oil stains covering his fingertips and nails.
Henry looked up into a set of hazel eyes shining with trouble and something else which he couldn’t quite encipher. Desire? Want?
“I thought we already established that I’m not cute,” he mumbled, searching Colton’s eyes.
“What was that?” Colton asked, cupping his right ear with his hand. “I didn’t get that,” he grinned, the left dimple popping.
“I’m not cute,” Henry repeated. “Sexy? Yes. Hot? Definitely. Strikingly handsome, for sure. Outstanding at giving blow jobs? Award-winning skills in fact. But cute? Fuck no! Puppies are cute. Baby chicks. Some human babies, too. Me? I’m sexy as fuck.”
He stood a little taller, making a serious effort to appear the same size as Colton, while pushing his chest out. Colton took one look at him, then threw his head back and laughed with the kind of abandon Henry hadn’t heard before. Wiping at the corner of his eyes, his entire body seemed to be vibrating with laughter.
When it finally began to settle, Colton looked over his shoulder at the empty street outside. Then he leaned forward and lightly brushed their lips against each other. The kiss was short but at the same time it held a promise of more. Breaking the kiss, Colton took one glance at Henry’s astonished face and began laughing again, scratching the back of his neck. No longer able to contain his own happiness, Henry caved and smiled broadly at Colton.
“Jesus,” Colton finally forced out, cheeks flushed from the laughing fit. He once again grabbed Henry’s hand and brushed his thumb across the palm. That brief touch alone made him whimper and almost melt into a puddle on the floor beneath them. With a serious look in his eyes, Colton continued in a low, seductive voice with just a hint of a quaver. “So, dinner, huh?”
“Yeah,” Henry almost whispered. He felt the blood rushing in his head, making him almost lightheaded from being so close to the object of his desire. Colton took one additional step, and his torso now came flush with Henry’s. He felt the heat from Colton’s body seeping through his linen button down. His hips moved on their own volition, desperately seeking the connection with Colton’s broad frame. He registered that his slacks were getting tighter, his dick straining towards Colton, almost like a magnetic pull. As if sensing Henry’s arousal, Colton leaned towards his neck and licked the spot under his ear, where it met the collarbone. Then he blew a hot breath across the patch of trembling skin.
“Steak dinner?” Colton whispered.
“Uh huh,” he responded, words failing him. Was this what he’d become now? A mute, sex-crazed puddle of lust at the sound of Colton’s voice. Henry swallowed and licked his bottom lip, looking expectantly at the other man. If it was any consolation, Colton looked just as dazed as he did. His eyes were shining with need, and he was breathing heavily. As if waking from a dream, Colton shook his head and smiled.
“Does that mean I have to put out?” Colton looked almost hesitant, contradicting the teasing and confident tone of his voice.
“If you want to,” Henry replied, going along with the flirtatious tone.
“Oh, I want to.” Colton smiled sexily. “I really want to.” Then Colton reached out and took hold of the sand-colored button down and pulled Henry even closer against his hard, muscular chest. Once they were settled so close against each other that no air could pass between them, Colton circled his hips against Henry’s left thigh, revealing an impressive hard-on.
“You feel that?” Colton whispered. “Do you feel how hard I am?” Emphasizing every word with a thrusting movement, Colton released his hands from Henry’s shirt. Bringing them lower and finally resting them on Henry’s ass, Colton grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled Henry’s groin determinedly against him.
