“Okay, now that’s a first,” Jamie said, laughing.“Never have I been told I’m sexy at work.I usually feel like a big sweaty mess.”
“Well, it is.I could sit and watch you work all day.”
“These days, I work mostly nights.”Jamie took a long sip of the bubbly wine.
“Doesn’t matter.I’d watch no matter what time of day it is.”
Jamie set the glass down.“I have to confess, watching you work, especially in those tight shorts and tank top, is pretty sexy too.”
Jamie watched as Mike blushed.“I never...thought of what I was wearing as sexy.It’s just standard Army PT gear.”
“In case you haven’t noticed.”Jamie waved his hand slightly up and down Mike’s torso.“You’re pretty damn ripped.”
That made Mike blush even harder.“Thanks,” Mike murmured.
“Well...there’s something else we have in common: we don’t take compliments easily.”
Mike had to laugh.“Okay, you’re right again.”Mike nervously twirled the wine glass by the stem.“Would you like toum...move over to the couch?”
“Sure,” Jamie said, standing.He looked at the living area and how small the demi-sofa was.He looked back at Mike.
“Yes, I would like to kiss you, if you’ll let me, if you’re okay with that,” Mike said as he gently pushed Jamie towards the coffee-colored sofa.
“Okay.”Jamie let himself be guided.“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Always ask permission first.”
Mike blushed again.“We have to do sensitivity training at work.It’s required and...I guess they’ve drummed it into me pretty hard.”He looked directly into Jamie’s eyes.“We’re supposed to get permission to touch, too.”He shrugged.
Jamie looked into his wine glass for a few seconds.He leaned over and set the glass on the small coffee table.He turned to look at Mike, took a deep breath, and then moved to straddle Mike, sitting in his lap.Mike’s eyes got as big as saucers.Jamie put his hands on Mike’s shoulders.
“New rule: You never have to ask me permission to kiss me.It’s a standing ‘yes.’”
Mike blinked hard a few times, then croaked, “Okay.”
Jamie leaned in, closing the distance between their lips.“You’re a damn good kisser.”
Mike didn’t hesitate.He pushed forward until their lips met.It wasn’t long until the kiss developed into a flaming hot, passionate kiss—their tongues fighting to control the other.
Jamie pulled back.“Oh yeah, you sure do know how to kiss.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Mike returned the compliment, his voice deep and husky.
Their mouths met again, and once again, it turned fiery quickly.Jamie wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck, holding him in place, taking more control.Mike’s arms enveloped Jamie’s body, pulling their chests together.
Mike pulled back, their lips lightly touching.“Um...I think you’re enjoying this.A lot.”
Jamie’s eyebrows rose slightly.“How?”he murmured into Mike’s mouth.
Mike pushed his hips up slightly, letting Jamie feel how hard he was.How hard they both were.This time, it was Jamie whose eyes bulged.“Oh, crap.”
“Um, it isn’t just you.”Mike raised his hips again.Instead of pulling back, he pushed forward and started kissing Jamie again.
This time, it was Jamie who broke the kiss off, his breathing ragged.He pulled back far enough to look into Mike’s eyes.“Now, what?”
Mike slid his hands down Jamie’s back, felt his ass for a moment, then gripped Jamie under his thighs.He stood up, Jamie in his arms, his hands under Jamie’s thighs, his hands supporting Jamie’s weight.Somehow, Mike managed to start kissing Jamie again as he walked the short distance to his bedroom.
