"Yep. I'll come in after lunch to upload the film and start breaking it down. I'll see you in a few?"
"Sounds good. I want to get back to Bean, so I won't come up. Say hi to Tex for me."
I smile. "I will."
If all goes well, I'll be doing a lot more than that. I grab my duffel bag, and once Kimball drives away, race up the stairs like there’s a scout with a stopwatch waiting at the top. The visual of Tex getting off in front of me from our video call two nights ago is seared into my memory.
But I'm hungry for the real thing. No more screens, only flesh I can touch for myself.
I open the door, and Tex is at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Didn't think your generation still did that?" I tease.
"What?" He lifts his mug, frowning. "Drink coffee?"
"No. Read the newspaper."
He grins. "My generation does everything."
"I know. I saw some of it two nights ago." I stride across the floor. Tex shoots to his feet. My hands find his waist; his, the sides of my face. "That was so fucking hot."
A pink blush covers the tops of his ears. "It was wild," he agrees.
And then we kiss, the line between fantasy and reality drifting away with the press of our lips. He moans, just like he did last night, and we ravish each other. I become lost in him—his taste, his scent, the way his hands find me like he’s been waiting forever. I don't know what any of this means, but I'm not thinking about the implications right now, because right now, all I want is—"Your room or mine?"
"Mine. I've got the queen," he replies.
"Good thinking."
He walks backward toward his room since I'm not willing or able to stop kissing him, undressing each other as we go. A few seconds later, we're fumbling into his room, down to our underwear and socks.
He pulls back and looks down. "Are you—are you wearing a jock strap?"
"I am."
He grabs my face and kisses me hard. "That is so fucking hot. I'm an ass man." His hands land on my cheeks, and then he fucking growls. "And it's slightly hairy. Have I died and gone to heaven?"
I chuckle then pause. "Wait. Does this mean?—"
"Don't worry. I'm a bottom. One hundred percent. I just like eating ass… If that's okay?"
Can't say I've ever had someone eat my ass before, but there's something about the longing way Tex is looking at me that makes me want to do this with him.
"Of course."
His smile could light up Antarctica in the middle of winter. "Awesome."
We keep kissing as he guides me toward the bed. I sitdown on the edge, and he drops to his knees, massaging my growing bulge before dipping down and taking me into his mouth through the material.
My head falls back, but I quickly snap it forward again, mesmerized by the movement below. Tex draws the jock pouch to the side and frees my cock, his mouth widening as the full length is revealed. "Holy shit," he mutters.
I stroke the side of his hair. "You like?"
He wets his lips. "No. Ilove."
And he spends the next ten minutes showing me just how much, lavishing my cock with attention and care, using his mouth and hands. "Would you, uh, mind lying down on the bed and lifting your legs in the air, please?"
"Sure."
