Mike laughed. “Well, yeah.” He was beginning to see Tommy clearly for the first time, a young man who was slowly but surely breaking down all the barriers that had surrounded him all his life. All the structure he’d known had been torn away from him. Being away from his parents for the first time had to have been a real culture shock.
“Asking you to….” Tommy blushed furiously. “I’ve never been so forward in my life. I just knew I wanted you, wanted you so bad that you were all I could think about.” He glanced at Mike through long dark brown lashes. “When you said you wanted to think about it, I was sure you were gonna say no.”
Mike sighed. “Look at it from my point of view. Suddenly there’s this gorgeous young man taking an interest in me.”
When Tommy gaped at him, Mike had to smile.
“You know how you laughed when I asked why you’d picked me and you said, ‘Have you seen yourself in a mirror?’ Well, I could say the same thing to you.” When Tommy tilted his head, Mike continued. “You have no idea how beautiful you were, standing there in that parking lot, offering me what amounted to a very appealing gift.” He reached out and stroked Tommy’s cheek. “One I’d be a fool to turn down.” There was a look of wide-eyed innocence about him that really got to Mike.
Before Tommy could say another word, Mike cupped his face and drew him closer, until their mouths were almost touching. Tommy shivered, but he said nothing. Mike inhaled, taking Tommy’s warm, clean scent into his nostrils.
“Too much talking,” he whispered, and then his lips met Tommy’s, soft and pliant. Mike slid his tongue betweenTommy’s lips and explored his mouth as Tommy remained still. There was a fluttery feeling in his belly at that first taste of Tommy.
Then Tommy relaxed, hands tentatively coming to rest on Mike’s biceps, while those soft lips were feeding him the sweetest little noises, ones that spoke of need and desire. Mike stroked his tongue in and out of that hot mouth, his fingertips caressing Tommy’s cheek and chin. Tommy closed his eyes, and Mike eased him down onto his back on the couch, his own body coming to rest on top of that firm, muscled flesh. Tommy spread, one foot on the floor, his arms slipping around Mike, hands splayed across his back. Mike forced himself to lie still, concentrating on the mouth that pushed low moans into his. Tommy cupped the back of Mike’s head and deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking over Mike’s, hesitant at first but growing more confident. He opened his eyes to gaze up at Mike, and their lips parted. Tommy’s breathing was shallow, his chest rising and falling. Mike could feel how hard the young man was, and he had to fight the urge to grind against him. He didn’t want to rush this.
“I like how you kiss,” Tommy said at last, his breath warm against Mike’s mouth.
Mike gave him a slow smile. “Well, that’s good, ’cause I like your mouth.” He rubbed a thumb over Tommy’s bottom lip and caught his breath when Tommy opened for him and sucked it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Mike’s face.Fuck. Tommy had good instincts. “That is very sexy.” Tommy sucked harder, and Mike’s already stiff dick jerked in his jeans. Tommy stared at him. Mike couldn’t help himself. He rotated his hips, letting his erection rub against Tommy’s hip. “You feel that? You feel how hard you’re making me?”
Tommy freed his thumb. “Yes,” he whispered, pupils growing larger.
All Mike could think about was that firm flesh, bare, against his. “You hungry?”
Tommy bit his lip, his eyes shining. “For you, yes.”
There was only so much a man could take.
Mike sat up and held out his hand to Tommy. “Then let’s move this to bed. Dinner’s not gonna spoil.”
Tommy gazed at his outstretched hand and then nodded. “Okay.”
He clasped it, and Mike pulled him to his feet. Standing so close only served to remind Mike of Tommy’s size. The young man was at least three inches taller than him and equally as wide as Mike across the chest.
He held that sweet face between his hands and looked Tommy in the eye. “Still time to change your mind, y’know.” Mike wasn’t about to push it if Tommy wasn’t totally into the idea.
Tommy smiled. “You’re a good man, Mike.” He dipped his chin and kissed Mike softly on the lips. When he broke the kiss, his breathing quickened. “Where’s this bedroom of yours?”
Mike laughed. “Eager, much?” He loved seeing the flush on Tommy’s cheeks. Maybe not eager; Tommy was clearly nervous as hell. “Then come with me.” He led him out of the living room, across the hall, and into his bedroom.
Tommy glanced at the room. The light was starting to fade as the sun had just set, so Mike switched on the two lamps on either side of the bed. Their light bathed the room in a warm glow. Tommy stood at the foot of the bed, staring at the white comforter, pillows, and cushions, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Mike crossed the room to stand beside him. “It’s just a bed,” he said quietly.
Then with a grin, he pushed Tommy backward onto it. Tommy laughed, a nervous edge to his voice, and shuffled backuntil he was fully on the bed. Mike followed, leaning over Tommy, straddling one thigh.
“I’m not done with that mouth of yours just yet.” His voice sounded hoarse to his ears.
Tommy grabbed hold of Mike around the waist and lifted his head to meet Mike’s mouth. They shared a soft, lingering kiss before Mike moved to lie beside him, his arm under Tommy’s neck, his hand on his chest. Mike began with soft, slow kisses, keeping it chaste until Tommy finally stopped trembling and relaxed into the mattress. Mike smiled against his mouth.
“That’s it.”
He resumed kissing, only now he slid his tongue between Tommy’s lips, deepening the kiss. Tommy fed a low moan into his mouth and cupped Mike’s head, stroking his nape as he returned the kiss. Mike rubbed his hand slowly over Tommy’s wide chest while he worked Tommy’s mouth, licking and sucking. He caught Tommy’s tongue between his lips and sucked, pulling at it gently and drawing soft groans from Tommy. Mike could feel Tommy’s hips beginning to move, could hear those almost constant noises, whimpers and sighs that told him just how much Tommy was getting into this.
When he figured he’d just about melted Tommy into the mattress, Mike knelt up, legs straddling that firm thigh once more, and began to unbutton Tommy’s white shirt. “Wanna see what I get to play with,” he said, smiling.
Tommy gave him the first genuinely relaxed smile since he’d arrived. “We’re playin’?”
“Oh yeah. This is supposed to be fun.” Mike slowly pulled the shirt open to reveal Tommy’s creamy torso, his abs well developed. Fuck, the boy was ripped. He bent over to kiss the warm skin, and Tommy giggled. Mike chuckled. “Ah, you’re ticklish.”
