The apartment is warm as usual, with the familiar, comforting smell hitting me as soon as I step in. Ian is lazing on the couch-bed, scrolling through his phone, which he puts down once he spots me.
“Hey, what’d you get up to while I was gone?” I ask.
“Nothing much. I hit a workout, grabbed lunch with Nick, and showered. How was your shift?”
“Decent.” I do my best to filter out the impatient edge to my voice. I don’t say anything else as I hurry into the living room, settling next to Ian. “Couldn’t wait to get back here, though.”
He smirks. “Hmm. Someone’s eager.”
I scoff, but he trails his fingers along my forearm, the touch sending electricity downmy spine.
Leaning forward, I return his smile. “You aren’t lying.”
It isn’t clear who moves first. Maybe it’s both of us closing the distance at the same time, and we press our lips together.
He tastes like heaven. It's sweet and sharp with the aftertaste of the electrolyte drink he was drinking, and I press my tongue deeper into his mouth because I can't get enough of him.
Keep it calm. Keep it fucking calm.I repeat that to myself as I brush my tongue along his teeth. I’m already giving in, but even I know not every kiss needs to be desperate. Slow can be sensual.
Oh, Jesus, Ian moans.
Why did he have to moan like that? My breath hitches, arousal clinging to the corners of my mouth. Screw being slow. My whole body burns with a kind of need I never knew I'd get to feel, and my instincts take over, compelling me to bring a hand to the back of his head. I twist my fingers through his coarse hair, which gets him to straddle me, and now it’s his turn to breach my lips with his tongue. It’s like he knowsexactlyhow to decimate my self-control.
My breathing picks up as I embark on a greedy exploration of his mouth, noticing the low squeak he makes when I tease the top, and the rumbles from his throat that come whenever I run my tongue along his. My arousal surges, coursing through every vein and concentrating in my groin. So far, Ian has been a total saint, not bringing his hands anywhere close to there, so I make the decision for him and thrust upward.
Between the many layers of fabric, our hard cocks collide, and I can’t take any more.
I pull back. “Fuck, I want this so bad.”
“Same here. I want you.”
“Should I shower first?”
Ian waves me off. “Only if you want.”
I get a whiff of Ian, and as usual, his irresistible scent overwhelms me. I sure don't smell as good, so shower it is. Even if it has to be a fast one.
Wasting no time, I dash into the bathroom and strip, not even waiting for the water to heat up before jumping in. The icy jetssuck the air out of my lungs while I lather in shampoo, and I'm already halfway through soaping myself up before the shower gets warmer.
Then I'm done. I step out, dry off, put on deodorant, and reach for my change of clothes…that I forgot to bring.
I eye the crumpled clothes on the floor and immediately decide against putting them back on, hooking my towel around my waist before marching out into the living room.
At least this time, IwantIan to see me undressed.
He does a double take and drops his jaw when I round the corner. “Jesus fuck, Callum. Get your sexy ass over here.”
Something unplaceable gives me the courage to straddle him.
Ian's eyes widen, and he grins up at me. “Someone's eager.”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
His fingers brush my chest. “Goddamn. You're almost too hot to be real.”
My dick stiffens under the towel, even though his hands are still on my torso.
Wait. Do I get turned on from being complimented? I don’t?—
