Dylan heaved out a sigh beside him when he plopped back onto the couch.
“What’s that?” Jared pointed at the glass in his hand.
“Water?”
“Duh. I mean, why are you drinking water when you just handed me another beer?”
“Like I said before, I’m a little bitch.” Dylan chuckled, exhaustion clear in his tone. “I’m still trying to recover from the time I went out to my friend’s bachelor party… a fucking month ago.”
Jared cackled. “You’re so dramatic.”
“I’m not. I’m too old for that shit.”
“Mate, you’re like, what, eight years older than me?”
Dylan gave him a bombastic side-eye. “Twelve.”
“Oh, no! Excuse me, sir.” Jared rolled his eyes and scoffed. “That’s not old.”
“It is. You’ll see when you get there. Besides, I get extra clingy when I’m wasted, and you don’t wanna deal with that.”
“Aww…”
“Don’t mock me, you asshole. I get all needy and touchy, want to hug and be hugged like a damn baby koala.”
“Want me to teach you how Tinder works, old man?”
Dylan flipped him the middle finger, grinning like a tired idiot. “I’m perfectly fine by myself. But fuck, I miss having someone to cuddle with at night, especially when I’m like that.”
“I could always be your big spoon so you don’t feel so lonely…” Jared smirked, patting Dylan’s leg.
He had intended that as a joke, really.
They were just teasing each other, but then the tapping motion unconsciously turned into a caress. Slow and gentle.
Dylan didn’t stop him, actually challenged him with a smirk and a raised brow. Jared had dreamed about touching him more times than he cared to admit. Even though he was in love with Paul, his common sense had gone rogue ever since he had met Dylan.
Dylan’s hooded gaze cruised to Jared’s hand sensually inching up his thigh, to his lips, only to return to his eyes filledwith voracity. The world stilled. Time froze. And there, in a room that seemed to shrink down with every breath he took, the voices of the TV muffled, and his heart rate skyrocketed.
“Fuck it,” Dylan rasped.
He crashed their lips together. It was hectic, almost violent... as if Dylan had been wandering in the desert and Jared was the oasis he’d been daydreaming about for months.
A palm touched Jared’s cheek and languidly moved down, sending signals so opposed to the savagery of the kiss, he couldn’t move. Didn’t even know whether this was real or not. Not until Dylan pinned Jared in place, forcefully grabbing his jaw. And then, without asking for permission, his tongue invaded Jared’s mouth.
Guilt and pleasure battled for dominance, scratching at his sense of decency. But instead of pushing him away, Jared surrendered to the sudden shift in energy.
Dylan didn’t let him lead, but he wasn’t forcing anything either. He was just rolling with it, pulling Jared underwater, leaving him breathless with every exploratory flick of his tongue. It was so gentle yet so demanding… Every cell in Jared’s body converged into a mass of throbbing need at the head of his swollen cock.
He was officially and royally screwed.
Aching to feel him closer, Jared fisted the waistband of Dylan’s sweats while deepening the kiss. He didn’t need to do anything else, Dylan read his intentions and straddled his lap.
The couch squeaked under them as they ravished each other’s mouths, uneven breaths filling the air. Dylan moved back and forth, grinding on Jared with such precision he couldn’t hold back the moan that vibrated in his throat.
Dizzy and completely drowned in this sinful haze, they started touching each other everywhere. Memorizing every ridge and valley of Dylan’s ridiculously taut body, Jared allowed himself to sink further into this overwhelming wave of desire.Hot. Soft. Hard. This man was so intoxicating that the idea of pulling himself away physically hurt. Not that Dylan seemed willing to let him go anywhere, his hands selfishly grabbing both sides of Jared’s neck told him as much. And honestly, he was more than fine with it.
The attraction Jared felt for his coworker was beyond anything he’d known before. It was something feral, so strong there was no way he could control it. He wanted to own his body, to breach him and feel his ass clenching as he thrust his dick into him. The only thing that had kept Jared in check all this time was that he didn’t know Dylan was into men and—
