Noah grinned. “I’m sure I’ll get over it.”
Carmine directed Noah to the car park at the side of his block of apartments. The building was a conversion from offices that had been built in the industrial revolution when Manchester soared to wealth and prosperity.
He’d been drawn to the classic architecture rather than being in one of the modern glass boxes that were being relentlessly thrown up.
As they walked up to Carmine’s third-floor home, butterflies fluttered around in his system. He was about to take his clothes off in front of a much younger and much fitter man. In his day, Carmine had been a gym bunny like anyone else. Yet exposure to his mother’s constant overfeeding, and lack of time had given him a softness that he’d bet his life savings Noah wouldn’t have.
He’d even found a grey chest hair the other day.
He pushed the thoughts out of his mind. It wasn’t a competition. What he might lack in physical form he more than made up for in technique. On that score, he had no worries.
Carmine had quite liked the flat when he’d first rented it. Now, seeing it through Noah’s eyes, it looked pokey and dark. Plus Carmine hadn’t unpacked most of his stuff from California so he fretted that it didn’t seem homely. After all, he was supposed to be in the business of creating beautiful homes.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, throwing his coat off. “Coffee? Beer? Oh shit, you don’t drink. Fizzy water?”
Noah crossed the space between them and placed his hands on Carmine’s hips.
“I’m not thirsty,” he replied. “I’m hungry.”
They kissed. Noah’s lips were soft. Carmine had been wanting to do this since he’d first met Noah.
“There,” Noah said. “That’s better.”
Carmine nodded. “There’s a whole lot more where that came from.”
“Show me.”
He led Noah through to his bedroom. Clothes were strewn everywhere after his mad mission to find the most perfect outfit for their date.
“Wow,” Noah said, laughing. “This is as bad as Tito’s place.”
Carmine frantically grabbed the items from the bed and threw them into the wardrobe.
“Sorry,” he said. “I had an outfit crisis earlier.”
“Aww. Were you trying to impress me?”
Carmine allowed himself to be drawn into another embrace.
“Of course I was,” Carmine said. “I wanted to get your boxers on my bedroom floor. No shame in that.”
“None at all,” Noah replied. “Go on then.”
“Go on then, what?”
“Get my boxers onto the floor.”
With trembling fingers, Carmine undid Noah’s belt. His knuckles brushed against bare flesh. Noah’s torso was hard as a rock. Instantly Carmine’s cock sprang to attention. Now was the moment.
Slowly he undid the belt and flipped the buttons on Noah’s trousers. Carmine bit his lip as he stared up at Noah.
Whatever happened next, Carmine would never forget this moment. His breath shallow and his heart hammering away like a pneumatic drill.
They shared a glance. Trust seemed to radiate from Noah. Carmine kissed him as he slid his hand inside Noah’s trousers. He gasped as he felt Noah’s solid cock encased in his boxer shorts. He too had a solid hard on that Carmine ran his fingers over.
Shit, it’s magnificent.
“Okay,” Carmine said. “Enough of the fucking around. Come here.”
