15
Mike grunted as he hit the mattress, reaching out to Ezra to drag him down with him, pulling him in for another kiss. He kicked his shoes off, coat already on the floor, just a few layers of clothing between them now.
The sooner they were naked, the happier he’d be. He hadn’t stopped thinking about Ezra since he’d kissed him at the wedding, and he still hadn’t gotten enough of him yet.
This time, he wanted everything. Everything Ezra was willing to give, whatever that turned out to be, but he wanted skin-on-skin contact and lingering touches and real, slowed down, satisfying sex.
Not that the first time hadn’t been great, but he wantedmore.
His hands slid under Ezra’s thin t-shirt, skimming over soft skin, feeling out the rises and valleys of his body, the soft layer of padding over lean muscles, the trail of hair that dipped down below his waistband, guiding Mike’s touch down just far enough to tease.
“Tell me what you want,” Ezra murmured against his lips, hips already rocking, the hard length of his cock hot against Mike’s thigh even through Ezra’s sweatpants and Mike’s jeans.
“Fuck me,” Mike said, and he hadn’t exactly intended to say it before the words had escaped him, but now that hehad…
Yeah, that was exactly what he wanted. The whole experience, because who the hell knew if he’d ever get to do this again? And he wanted toknow. He wanted to know what it was like, and he wanted to know what it was like withEzra, specifically. Now that he’d said it, his gut ached with need, need that he knew wouldn’t be satisfied with anything short of Ezra’s cock inside him.
“Have you ever…” Ezra asked, hesitating, meeting Mike’s eyes with concern in his own.
Mike spent a moment hypnotized by the ocean-blue of them, deep and stormy and so much more intense than he’d ever noticed before.
The way Ezra looked at him made his heart pound in his chest, his throat tight, his mouth dry. Fuck.Fuck.
How had he never noticed before how incredible Ezra was?
“Uh,” he said, struggling to remember the question he knew he was supposed to be answering right about now. “I, umm. Rachel got a plug, once,” he said, and he could have kicked his own ass for bringing up the ghost of relationships past, but Ezra’s already blown pupils widened just a little in response, so maybe it wasn’t acompletedisaster.
“How’d it feel?” Ezra asked.
Mike wet his lips.
“Kinda wish I’d taken it with me when she kicked me out,” he said. It’d been the best sex he’d had in years, but he’d been too ashamed to say so or ask to do it again. Looking back, he was pretty sure she’d expected him to say no.
But Ezra would understand. He’d probably…
Mike swallowed. Imagining Ezra on hands and knees, gasping into a pillow, squirming and begging…
That was working for him, too.
“Guess we know what I’m getting you for Christmas,” Ezra murmured. “Might be able to find one shaped like a pine cone, just for you.”
Mike snorted, remembering the pine cone Ezra had given him that had pride of place on his nightstand right now.
“Youwould, wouldn’t you?” he asked, splaying the fingers of both hands over Ezra’s belly.
He was so glad it wasEzrahe was doing this with. Someone who he would have trusted with his life.
“I’m definitely planning on trying,” he said. “Are you sure?”
Mike swallowed. When the words had escaped him, hehadn’tbeen sure. But now Ezra had made him laugh, treated this like it was fine and normal, and checked to make sure he had at least some idea what he was getting into.
He was sure now.
“Yeah,” Mike said. “It’s gotta be you,” he added, because itdidhave to be Ezra. Ezra was the only man in the world he could have done this with first.
Maybe the only man in the world he could have done it with atall.
“You have no idea how hot that is,” Ezra murmured, settling his weight back on Mike’s hips. “We’ll take it slow. If anything’s too much, I’ll stop. Promise you’ll tell me?”
