Bennett seemed to be on the same page.
But that was nothing new—they’d almost always been on the same page.
“Remember when you ordered the spicy curry?” Sandro said, recalling a time they blatantly hadn’t been on the same page. His body buzzing, he brushed past Bennett into the house and left his shoes and jacket by the front door.
“At that Indian place in Chicago.” Bennett closed the door behind himself with a very quiet, very deliberate good-shit’s-about-to-happen click. “I remember.”
“It practically made my ears bleed.”
“Still not a fan of spicy foods, huh?”
“No.” Sandro walked to the back door and peered out through the glass. The sun had dipped behind the Adirondacks, and he could just make out the impression of the mountain peaks against the twilit sky. “I like to be able to taste my food.”
Bennett settled in behind him, not touching but close enough that Sandro could feel the heat of his body. “Spice enhances the taste,” Bennett said, his voice a sensuous rumble against Sandro’s skin.
“That so?” Sandro faced him. He’d always loved that they were evenly matched in height. Loved it more now if that was possible, though he couldn’t explain why. Bennett hadn’t turned on any lights and his face was in shadow, making this encounter feel deliciously illicit. “What spice would make me taste better?”
“Hm. Let’s see.” Bennett trailed his nose along Sandro’s cheekbone, his jaw, lower. He gave a quick lick where his neck met his shoulder, sending Sandro’s body into overdrive.
“Jesus.” He clutched the front of Bennett’s T-shirt in two fists.
“Paprika, maybe,” Bennett murmured against his neck, his breath warm. “Or maybe a combination of cinnamon and cloves—spicy yet sweet.”
Sandro dug underneath Bennett’s T-shirt and dragged his hands up his back, his stomach somersaulting at this first touch between them after so many years. “I’m not sweet.”
“No?” Bennett nuzzled their noses together. “Must’ve been someone else who sat with Prinnie.”
“That’s not sweet. That’s just being a decent human being.”
Bennett cupped his ass. “Do you want to debate that? Or do you want me to show you the bedroom?”
Sandro didn’t bother telling him that he already knew where the bedroom was—he’d visited Dabbs here more than once; he knew the house’s layout. Instead, he grasped Bennett’s jaw with a whispered “Come here,” then crashed their mouths together.
Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t for their past to fall away. It had been so long since they’d been together that Sandro couldn’t recall the taste of Bennett or how his body felt under his or the sounds Bennett made when he was aroused. He was about to rediscover Bennett for the first time, a phenomenon he would’ve previously argued was impossible.
Yet here they were.
Bennett’s mouth was hot on his, his kisses unhurried and wet. Trapped between Bennett and the door at his back, he had nowhere to go.
Not that he wanted to be anywhere else.
Bennett backed him against the door, the cool glass doing nothing to modulate the heat coursing through him. His skin tingled everywhere Bennett touched him, and he groaned when Bennett inserted a thigh between his legs.
“Oh god.” Sandro’s head fell back as Bennett’s thigh nudged his erection through their jeans. “B . . .”
“What do you need?” Bennett asked as he trailed desperate kisses along Sandro’s collarbone.
Sandro dragged Bennett’s head up to kiss him again. Part of him wanted to spend hours necking on the couch like virgin teenagers. The hornier part of him wanted Bennett’s hand on his dick.
Their breathing was loud in the silence of the house, interspersed with the wet sound of their lips clinging and releasing, clinging and releasing. Bennett’s tongue in his mouth made his head swim, and Sandro couldn’t wait a second longer. Flipping their positions, he dropped to his knees, unzipped Bennett’s jeans?—
“Sandy, fuck.”
—and took Bennett in hand through his boxer briefs.
Bennett exhaled a rough sound.
Sandro lowered Bennett’s jeans and underwear, exposing his hard cock to the air. Licking his lips, he smiled up at Bennett and said, “This is going to be better than it ever was with the model.”
