“Don’t forget an extra helmet,” Miguel said. “I want to ride with you.”
“You already ride me,” I said with a smirk. “Ridingwithme won’t be nearly as fun.”
Miguel rolled his eyes and tossed a balled-up napkin at me. “Ha-ha.”
“I just have to figure out where to keep it in the summer. Parking is such a bitch. I don’t think there’ll be extra space for a bike and my car.”
Miguel frowned thoughtfully. “Let’s talk to the landlord. She might let you keep it on the side of the building by the garbage cans as long as you walk it up.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I replied.
We finished dinner and most of the wine, and I helped Miguel clean up and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Then we decided to watch an episode ofGood Omens. When it was over, he sighed. “I really want to see them kiss.”
I chuckled. “You and ten million other people.” I cupped his face. “But I really want to kiss you.”
“I can arrange that,” he said as he straddled my lap. He slipped his hand behind my head and pressed his lips to mine.
I moved my hands to cradle his firm, round ass. He let out a soft moan and ground into me, turning my semi into a full hard-on. “Bedroom,” I gasped.
“Yes.”
I stood, and he wrapped himself around me like an octopus. I headed to his bedroom, which we’d used all week because he had the bigger bed. I set him on his feet and kissed him gently. My heart started racing and my hands got clammy. I cleared my throat. “I have a question.”
“Okay. Is something wrong? You look nervous.”
“I am a little,” I admitted. I blew out a breath. Why was this so hard? I was a grown-ass man. I finally just blurted it out. “Do you top?” My nerves got the best of me, and I babbled on. “It’s okay if you don’t. It won’t change anything. I was just…”
Miguel put a finger lightly over my lips. “Easy. It’s okay. You’re allowed to ask for what you want.” He kissed me slowly and tenderly. “Yes, I have topped in the past, although most guys I’ve dated expected me to bottom. Bigger guys tend to be ashamed of wanting to bottom.”
I blinked. “I’m not ashamed. I’ve just never done it before, and I don’t know what I’m doing. I was reading up on it and realized we never talked about topping and bottoming. I just assumed, and then I felt bad.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m a mess.”
“You’re not a mess,” he insisted. “Honestly, it should have been on me to have the talk about topping or bottoming since I’m the one with the most experience in that particular area.” He poked my chest. “So, you can share the guilt with me.”
I had to laugh. I kissed his forehead. “You’re kinda great, you know.”
His cheeks got pink. “Thanks.” He reached back and pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Now, I believe we were about to get naked.”
“Hell yes.”
It didn’t take us long to shed the rest of our clothing. Miguel shoved me down on the bed. “Lie down in the middle.”
While I was doing that, he got lube and a condom out of the nightstand and set them on the bed. My nerves ratcheted up again, but Miguel eased them by placing warm kisses from my chest to my abdomen and down my legs. He then brushed his fingers lightly over my body, sending tingles up my spine. He moved back up to take my mouth in a long, deep kiss that I felt all the way to my toes.
“I’m going to take care of you, Zach. I’ll make this good for you.” Miguel picked up the lube bottle. “Bend your knee.” He ran his hand down my thigh. “You have such a beautiful body.” He kissed from the inside of my thigh to my balls. He took one in his mouth and then the other while circling my hole with one finger.
Just having him brush over the sensitive nerve endings had my cock growing hard as steel. “Miguel. Please. I need more.”
He kissed the juncture of my hip and thigh. “I’ve got you, baby.”
I heard the click of the cap, and a moment later, a finger cool and slick with lube circled my pucker before slipping in just a little bit. Miguel looked up at me. “Okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. It’s weird, but not in a bad way.”
He took his time, easing his finger into my body. Then he crooked his finger and touched a spot inside me that lit me up like a Christmas tree. “Holy shit, what was that?”
Miguel chuckled. “That, my friend, was your prostate.”
“Well, do it again.”
