“Promise,” Mike said, a ball of anticipation starting to grow in the pit of his stomach. His cock was already filling with blood, hot and heavy between his legs, tight with need.
He wanted this. The more he thought about it, the surer he was.
Ezra reached down, sliding his hands under Mike’s sweater, running his palms over the sensitive skin of his belly, pushing up as far as his chest and just barely brushing the tips of his fingers over Mike’s nipples, keeping his touch light until they peaked under it. He grinned at Mike, then bit his lower lip.
“I want you completely naked for this,” he said, sliding his weight back onto Mike’s thighs and then, in one swift movement, grabbing him by the collar and hauling him up into a hot, urgent kiss, biting at his lips even as he gathered up the hem of Mike’s sweater. The kiss only broke for a moment as Ezra tugged it off over Mike’s head, flinging it away from the bed so it hit the floor with a muffled thump.
“That okay?” he asked belatedly, curling his hands around Mike’s shoulders, squeezing the tense muscles there.
Not tense from this, but tense from everything else.
Ezra was like the sanctuary. When Mike was here, with him, he felt peaceful. Ezra had always made him feel that way, a walking, talking respite from the rest of the world.
And now Mike wanted to lose himself in Ezra’s body, forget about everything else—the past, the present, and the future—for just a little while. He wanted to focus on Ezra’s pleasure, and his own, and how good and right it felt to justbewith him.
“Yeah,” Mike said after a heartbeat too long, his head still spinning. He let himself flop back onto the bed when Ezra let go of him, too overwhelmed to hold his own weight. “Yeah, I… I wantyounaked, too.”
Ezra’s whole face lit up. “I think we could do that,” he said, pulling his own t-shirt off over his head.
Mike stared for long moments, taking in everything about the way Ezra looked with infinite concentration, wanting to memorize every inch. He’d always been on the slight side, and Mike knew that, but now he could see the outlines of muscles, lean but defined, and the way his tummy was just atinybit soft, and the v-shaped lines of muscle framing his hips that heknewthere was a word for.
Remembering it right now would have been a miracle. Thinking of anything else but the way Ezra was smiling down at him, hard cock tenting his thin sweatpants, eyes dark and glittering as he looked all over Mike’s face, waiting for a reaction.
Instead of saying anything, Mike reached out to touch, letting his fingers trace the shapes and contours of Ezra’s body.
“See anything you like?” Ezra teased.
“Kinda like all of it, actually,” Mike said softly, trailing his fingers down to run along the waistband of Ezra’s sweatpants. “Didn’t get a good look last time.”
Ezra smirked, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and pulling his pants down over his ass in one fluid movement. His hard cock sprung free, curving up toward his stomach, nestled among a patch of neatly-trimmed curls that Mike suddenly wanted to run his fingers through.
Mike wet his lips. Okay, yeah, sure. He liked looking at Ezra naked, and hard for him, and he really couldn’t pretend he hadn’t felt the little jolt of arousal in his stomach. Or the way his own cock had twitched.
“I’d have to get off you to take them all the way off,” Ezra said, reaching out to trail his fingers down Mike’s chest in turn. Without pausing or asking permission this time, he unbuckled Mike’s belt one-handed, then flicked open the button of his jeans. “I love how grown up you are now,” he murmured.
Mike raised an eyebrow.
“With your sensible dark jeans and your actual leather belt and comfy sweaters. You’re not the guy with the holes in the armpits of his t-shirt anymore. It’s… kinda hot,” Ezra explained, but Mike was only half-listening on account of the way he was stroking up and down the confined length of his cock with the pad of his thumb.
“Sure,” he said absently, hips rocking a little at the contact, arousal pooling hot and tight in the pit of his stomach.
Ezra chuckled. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
Mike’s gaze snapped from Ezra’s hand to his eyes, his heart fluttering as he saw all the warmth and affection there, the way they crinkled at the corners as he smiled.
It really could only have been Ezra, Mike realized. There’d always been this… thing between them, a connection Mike had never had with anyone else. He hadn’t thought of it as a sex thing before, and maybe it stillwasn’t, but…
He wished now that he’d explored it earlier. That he’d never let Ezra down.
Ezra deserved the world, and right now, Mike wanted to give it to him.
After a long moment of holding each other’s gaze, Ezra surged forward, claiming Mike’s lips eagerly. This kiss was hotter and more urgent, Ezra’s tongue diving deep into Mike’s mouth, sliding along his own, a preview of what he was planning on doing with his cock. Slow, sure thrusts leaving Mike gasping for breath as the kiss broke.
Yes. Damn.
He was so into this.
“Take your pants off,” Ezra murmured against his lips, rolling off him a heartbeat later.
