Chapter One
February 14th, 2015
Blake laughed as Rusty ran down the hall after him, narrowly avoiding an older couple leaving their room as he raced to catch up.
He waved the key card he’d stolen as he reached room 503, the one Rusty had told him he was staying in, slotting it into the lock and grinning as Rusty finally caught up. He planted both hands on Blake’s waist and squeezing tight as Blake turned the handle, both of them tumbling inside, laughter still ringing in Blake’s ears as the door swung closed behind them.
Rusty twirled them both around, slamming Blake against the wall, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater.
“Can’t wait to see you naked,” Rusty murmured, his voice low and gravelly, eyes dark. Blake could have listened to him talk all day and never gotten tired of his accent. Who knew Aussies were so hot?
Blake blushed at the thought of undressing, his stomach bottoming out. He liked theideaof getting naked with Rusty, but he’d never done this before. No matter how much he wanted it.
He didn’t exactly want Rusty to know that he was a virgin. The fear that he might lose interest if he knew was too strong, and Blake wanted this too much. Being on vacation gave him the chance to have it without the entirety of Hope Springs knowing that he’d finally gotten laid, and with who, and at least a few of the details.
It was a nice place, but it would always be a small town.
“Don’t get all shy on me now,” Rusty coaxed. His lips looked so soft.
Blake would have had to be an idiot to give up this opportunity.
“You’re not gonna undress me?” he asked. “Itisour wedding night.”
Rusty chuckled. “I guess it is,” he said, hitching up the edge of Blake’s sweater.Bothof their sweaters belonged to Blake, since Rusty had assumed it’d be warmer in Vegas in February and had started freezing his butt off the moment the sun went down.
Apparently, it was over a hundred degrees back in Australia. All he’d brought with him was a leather jacket and a collection of band t-shirts.
It was kind of adorable.
“Hard to pass up a deal like that,” Blake agreed, thinking back to the gaudy flyers that had started them down this path. To Rusty grabbing his hand and laughing, his eyes sparkling, the soft, almost sincere way he’d asked Blake to marry him.
Rusty splayed his hand over Blake’s stomach, the calluses on his thumb and index finger catching on the soft skin there.
Maybe getting married in Vegas on a whim to a musician from another country was a little cliché, but at least it’d make a great story when he got home.
Besides, it wasn’t as though it was legal. Rusty couldn’t legally marry a man. It was just for fun, and Blakewashaving fun.
He was about to have a whole lot more.
Rusty lifted his sweater up, goose bumps rising all over Blake’s skin as it was exposed. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of being naked in front of Rusty, but he wanted this. Aside from wanting to get his first time over and done with so he wouldn’t have to be nervous anymore, he wantedRusty.
There was a spark between them, a feeling that made him smile every time he looked at him, a connection tugging at his heart—and other places—whenever they made eye contact.
He was already half-hard just thinking about it.
Rusty whistled lowly as he pulled Blake’s sweater off over his head and tossed it aside. “I knew you’d be cute under there,” he said, looking Blake up and down, his pupils wide. He wasn’t just flattering him. He wanted Blake, too.
That felt good.
That was all Blake really needed to know to have the confidence to go through with this.
He grabbed a fistful of the sweater Rusty was wearing, reeling him in, gasping as the soft fabric brushed against him.
Rusty’s lips crashed into his, soft and full and perfect, turned up into a grin that nothing seemed to wipe off his face. He hummed into the kiss, pinning Blake against the wall with his chest even as he tugged at his belt buckle, finally opening his jeans and pulling them down with his underwear in one movement, leaving them to pool around Blake’s ankles as his newly-freed cock sprang up toward his belly.
“Your turn,” Blake said, panting for breath as he pulled at Rusty’s buckle, his fingers clumsy in his eagerness. He eventually shoved Rusty’s pants down and out of the way, his knuckles brushing over the hard length of Rusty’s cock through his underwear.
Blake swallowed.
