“How long do you need to prep?” he asked.
“Ten minutes?”
David nodded, pulling Farzan away from the door. He yanked Farzan’s raglan over his head, exposing his hairy chest and stomach, his brown nipples pebbling in the cool air. He wanted to lick every inch of Farzan’s skin, but if he started he might not stop.
He gently pushed Farzan toward the bathroom instead. David’s house was a little older, and the bathroom, though spacious and recently renovated, was down the hall from the bedroom. David had thought about getting quotes on connecting it, so the bedroom became a true primary suite, maybe even installing a half-bath off the kitchen or something, but what was the point when he’d be moving next year? Though he supposed he could do it anyway, then rent the place out for cheap. There were plenty of queer folks who could use affordable housing.
David was still holding Farzan’s raglan. As he headed toward his bedroom, he brought it up to his nose and inhaled Farzan’s scent. Tingles of euphoria rippled along his neck and shoulders.
While Farzan cleaned up, David laid old towels across his bed. They were faded red, though they’d once been bright: relics of his brief but intense “everything black and red” phase when he’d gotten his first apartment back in Chicago. They were a little threadbare, some unraveling in the corners, but still serviceable as sex towels.
He rummaged through his nightstand, grabbing lubes and condoms and his favorite prostate massager, a little black silicone number that hooked just like a talented finger.
“Hey,” he said through the bathroom door. This was such a ridiculous thing to have to ask about, but better safe than sorry.
“Uh. Almost done,” Farzan answered.
“You’re good. Just, you mind if I use a toy while we fuck?” Silence. “On myself, I mean?”
“No. Why would I mind?”
David sighed with relief.
“I once had a guy ask me—and this is verbatim—if his bussy wasn’t tight enough.”
The sound of Farzan cackling only stoked the fire in David’s belly. Damn, he loved Farzan’s laugh.
“I promise I have utmost confidence in the integrity of my bussy,” Farzan said, though he couldn’t make it through the sentence without laughing.
David left Farzan to it, stripped off, lubed up the toy and popped it in, savoring the delicious pressure against his prostate. His cock, already hard from all the kissing, leaked out a bead of precum.
He heard the creak of the door, turned, and forgot how to breathe.
Farzan stood naked before him, hair wild and skin flush. Yeah, he’d seen Farzan naked before, but that was at five o’fuck in the morning, when the light was dim and David was too sleep-addled to appreciate the sight. Now he could drink Farzan in like a fine Bordeaux.
Farzan’s chest was strong, but a little soft, and tufted with black hair, though plenty of gray was visible in it. David wanted to drag his fingers down the valley between his pecs. Farzan didn’t have abs, but David could tell he had a solid core. And speaking of solid, for all those shorts had shown off, they hadn’t done his legs justice: thick and powerful, made for rounding bases, made for running a kitchen, made for fucking.
David couldn’t wait for his turn.
“God, you’re beautiful,” David whispered, and Farzan’s neck andshoulders turned a deeper red, even as a shy smile creased his lips. How could someone so delicious be so shy?
“You’re fucking breathtaking,” Farzan said back, and David’s heart gave an extra thud, because yeah, Farzan was practically panting, eyes trailing up and down David’s body.
“Come here.” David held out his hand, and Farzan stepped into the bedroom, walking David backward until he fell over the bed. “Hey Siri, play my sex playlist.”
Fazan’s eyebrows quirked, and he leaned in for a kiss.
“Okay. Here’s your Square Enix playlist,” his speaker announced.
David turned away from the kiss in a panic. “No, fuck—”
“WHEN YOU WALK AWAY—” Utada started blaring the theme song toKingdom Hearts. He’d fallen in love with the game while he was in college, had kept up with all the sequels (and interquels and prequels and fuck-whatever-quels) even as his life became increasingly chaotic. But now wasnotthe time.
“Hey Siri, stop!” David called, but Farzan was already cracking up, his face buried against David’s ribs. Way to spoil the mood.
“Don’t make fun,” David pouted.
Farzan looked up, resting his chin in the valley of David’s chest, a warm weight David never wanted to go without. “I’m not. I loveKingdom Heartstoo.”
