Kit gazed at Quin like he’d placed every star in the sky just for him.
“So,” Quin said, his heart racing. “Wanna come back to mine?”
Kit started towards the car, tugging Quin along with him. “Take me to yours, Quin.”
FIFTEEN
Kit
The car journeyback to Quin’s took both forever and no time at all. Kit was riding high off the success of the date, even if a small part of him felt guilty over staking his claim on Quin so dramatically. At least he hadn’t done something awful, like piss on him to mark his territory.
Kit glanced over at Quin, who was concentrating on reversing the car into a parking space close to his house. He hoped Quin wouldn’t want Kit to piss on him, seeing as he couldn’t pee. Not that it mattered, considering Kit wouldn’t want to piss on Quin. But, desired or not, the idea was now stuck in his brain.
How ideal.
“What’s that face for?” Quin asked as he turned off the engine.
“Do you want to piss on me?” Kit blurted.
Quin’s eyes widened. “You want me to piss on you?”
“No. I mean—I don’tthinkso.” Kit was almost certain that he didn’t want Quin to piss on him, but he also didn’t want to say that, just in case Quin did have some thus far unmentioned piss kink.
“Is this some sort of joke about urine marking?”
“Urine marking?”
“Like when Mabel pees on the corner of a building to show that she considers it her territory.”
Kit threw his head back against the seat. “Can you ignore I said that?”
Quin looked both confused and amused, but he let it go.
With Mabel at the dog sitter’s, the space seemed emptier. Kit stood awkwardly in the hallway, shifting from foot to foot as Quin unlaced his shoes.
“Would you like me to make you a cup of tea?” Kit asked. “Please?” He needed something to do with his hands. He’d already half chewed his thumbnail off in the car.
“Of course,” Quin said. “C’mon and I’ll show you where everything is.”
Kit waved Quin away. “I’m sure I can figure it out myself.” He escaped to the kitchen, running through the steps of the tea-making process, the ritual helping to calm his nerves.
Once it finished brewing, he brought the steaming mug over to Quin, setting it down on the table. Quin sat in his seat, appearing relaxed but for the thudding of his heart. Kit remained standing as Quin blew on the tea to cool it.
“Cheers, Kit,” Quin said.
Emboldened, Kit pushed things to the next level. “Aren’t you going to reward me? I thought we had an agreement.” He pointed to his own lips. “Pay up.”
Quin’s grin split his face. He put the mug down and opened his arms. “C’mere.”
Kit moved closer but didn’t sit where Quin wanted. He leaned down, pressing one quick peck to Quin’s lips before pulling back. “I want more than a kiss,” he said.
Quin searched Kit’s face. He tried not to flinch under the scrutiny.
“Shall we go to the bedroom?” Quin asked.
Kit nodded once, decisive. He let Quin lead him upstairs, his bravado seeping away with every step he took.
By the time they were inside the bedroom, Kit had no idea what to do. Quin seemed at ease as he propped himself on the edge of the double bed, on the soft-looking plain white sheets.
