It made Tommy’s dick hard as nails.
By two fifteen they were sitting in the American Diner, having just finished eating. Mike had been very complimentary about Tommy’s clothes, and Tommy had shared the whole shopping experience with him.
“Danny sounds like he’s a hoot,” Mike said, chuckling. “He didn’t really ask to watch you try on underwear, did he?”
Tommy nodded slowly. “An’ I swear, he’d have gone into that changin’ room with me at Atlanta Leather if Bethany hadn’t said somethin’ to her mom.” He snickered. “You shoulda seen the look she gave him.” He pushed his empty plate to one side and finished his coffee.
“You about done?” Mike asked him.
Tommy dipped his chin. Now that the meal was over, it was crunch time. Just the thought of what he was about to lay on Mike had his belly flip-flopping again. He’d rehearsed the words in his head over and over, but now that the moment had actually arrived, damn it, he had butterflies.
He watched Mike pull out his wallet and stopped him. “This wasmyidea, remember? You’re my guest.”
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh.” Tommy took out enough bills to cover everything and then rose to his feet. He couldn’t do it in the diner. There were far too many people around, for one thing, and for another, heads kept turning in his direction—maleandfemale. It was driving him crazy. “Let’s get outta here, okay?” He led the way out onto Cheshire Bridge, the customary persistent hum of traffic still in evidence. Mike followed him, putting on his own leather jacket over his black wifebeater and jeans.
Tommy got as far as his truck and then turned around to face Mike, almost stumbling into him, he was walking so close behind.
“That was nice,” Mike said in a low voice. “But I’ve been wondering if maybe you had an ulterior motive for asking me to breakfast.” He grinned. “Not that I’m complaining. I had a great view while I ate.” His eyes shone, the streetlights catching in them.
Tommy’s heart was pounding in his ears, loud and strong. “Actually, there was. I… I had somethin’ I wanted to ask you.”
“Oh?” Mike arched his eyebrows. “Now you got me all curious.”
He fell silent, clearly waiting for Tommy to speak, except Tommy’s throat had seized up. All the muscles in his belly were twitching, and his mouth was dry as a bone. Mike’s expression grew sympathetic.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Whatever it is, it can’t be all that bad. Just spit it out.”
Tell him.Just… tellhim.
“I….” Tommy swallowed. “I want you to….”
Mike stared at him, head cocked slightly.
“I want you to….”
Mike placed his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, the weight of it both comforting and yet not, all at the same time. “Tommy, it’s okay. Just say it.”
His voice had a gentle quality to it that soothed Tommy’s nerves.
Tommy drew in a deep breath and met Mike’s gaze head on.
“I want you to be my first.”
Chapter Twelve
I sure didn’t seethatcoming.
Mike stared at Tommy’s earnest expression, those green eyes focused on him. He did his best not to let his own feelings of surprise show through. This was obviously important to Tommy.
“Wow,” he said at last. “I don’t know what to say. I mean, I’m flattered, but….”
Tommy’s face fell. “You don’t want me.” His chin trembled.
Fuck.
“Wait,” Mike said quickly, “let me finish, okay?”Christ, I’m fucking this up again.
